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Thrust Backwards	By : MissDirected Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 2390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She was one of the first ones awake; light snoring still filled the girl's dormitory. She closed her eyes and willed sleep to take her again, but her mind was just not settling. With a grumble, she pushed the covers off herself and padded out of the dormitory and into the shared girl's bathroom. She looked at her reflection, her eyes were wide and bright but her hair – as usual – was a tangled mess of curls. She looked like she'd been fighting with the pillow in her sleep. Hermione sighed as she began working through the nest that sat on the top her head. Eventually she managed to tame the wild beast just enough for it to look presentable at least.
Twenty minutes later Hermione emerged, dressed and ready to face the day. She knew it must have been early as none of the students seemed to be moving. Not that it mattered much to her; she shoved her robe on and flung her satchel over her shoulders. It hung heavily at her side, a familiar weight she was glad of, before heading out of the common room completely.
The corridors were mostly empty, even the portraits had their pyjama hats still on. Every once in a while a student would go by, clearly unable to sleep. Judging by most of them it was clear they were seventh years like she was; was it N.E.W.T nerves? She wondered idly, that kept them awake until this time? She knew her nerves had nothing to do with the exams, which were still a year away, and more to do with the fact she was out of her time, out of her comfort zone and so very clearly out of place. Hermione wasn't one for fitting in, she didn't conform, and it wasn't because she didn't want to fit in; on the contrary! She was what you would probably call socially awkward. Hermione was one of the rare ones who'd rather spend her time in the library studying and actually get somewhere in life, than following some boy around because he was good looking. She figured there'd be plenty of time to lose her head over a guy after she graduated and not before.
Hopefully she'd be home by then, too.
It didn't take her long to reach the library and find a nice secluded spot to sit a read through some of her texts. She figured she should have been using the time to find a way home, but even in her time she knew there was absolutely nothing in the school library that could help her. Time Turners were mentioned in a couple of the books, but only briefly and they stressed that a Time Turner could not go back for more than a few hours. Hermione was determined to find a way home but without any idea on where to start she found herself falling back into her old patterns. For a moment she forgot about when she was, the little corner she sat in with the book open in front of her reminded her so much of her Hogwarts that she'd almost forgotten this wasn't her Hogwarts. Part of her wondered how long it would take Ron to come and find her and complain he was missing out on breakfast because they'd been looking for her.
But of course that voice never came. Instead the one that did made Hermione freeze; all at once her entire spine felt like someone had dropped a bucket full of ice down it.
"Hello." It was simple and sounded courteous. Hermione tried to swallow the lump in her throat, so much for not allowing herself to be intimidated. "You missed breakfast, I was told to give you this."
In his outstretched hand was a piece of parchment, she took it from him with a muttered thanks and glanced down at it. It was her class timetable, honestly she hadn't realised she'd been sat in the library for so long. Hermione hadn't even heard the sounds of other students rushing around. She glanced down and noticed her first lesson was Charms. A relatively easy one at least. She had hoped that while she'd been looking over her timetable that Riddle would have left, but apparently not. He stood in the same position, his dark eyes watching her carefully, curiously? Either way, the hair on the back of Hermione's neck stood on end. Sucking down a breath of air, she shoved the book back into her bag and slung the satchel back over her shoulder. With another thanks, she began to walk past him and head out of the library.
She should have known it wouldn't be that simple.
"Do you even know where you're going?" He asked, his voice was smooth and rich. It didn't hold the same hiss she'd become accustomed to. Hermione was a head shorter than he was, his legs were also longer than hers so it didn't take much effort on his part to keep pace with the girl at all.
"I've had a few days before term to get accustomed the castle." She answered sharply, not meeting his gaze. She did not want to get involved in conversation with him. No, no, no definitely no! "I'm sure I'll be fine."
"Of course." He answered, the unmistakeable hint of a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. She didn't want to be this close to him, she didn't want to speak to him. "But as I also have Charms I may as well make sure you get there in one piece. We wouldn't want something happening to you on your first day, would we?"
This pulled Hermione short and she stopped. Turning for the first time to look at him. His eyebrows raised in amusement as a flash of annoyance passed over Hermione's features. "Are you threatening me?" She asked boldly, the courage of her house finally seeping through. Or maybe it was stupidity considering who she was talking to. She had known by now he had at least two horcruxes already, which meant he'd already killed. She also knew that he'd opened the chamber of secrets; yes Hermione knew exactly how dangerous this strikingly handsome boy was.
"Why would I threaten you?" Riddle folded his arms, not bothering to hide the amused smile that pulled on his features. The Head Boy badge glinted at her but rather than rise to the bait Hermione turned and continued walking down the hallway. "I was simply stating that I would hate for you to get lost, this castle is known for its tricks and turns and if you don't know it—"
"I'm sure I'll figure it out." She ground out. She knew this castle and it's tricks like the back of her hand. She'd spent all her teenage life here. She knew she couldn't tell him that, but she was growing more and more uncomfortable by the second.
Finally she reached the Charms classroom and without so much as looking at Riddle, she pushed open the door and chose an empty seat next to the blonde girl she'd spoke to briefly. Riddle's eyes flashed as he watched her stalk through the room and throw herself down in an empty chair. He purposely sat on the opposite side of the room, right in her line of sight. Hermione growled in annoyance once more and chose to focus on the desk in front of her. Was she daft? Why would she bait him like that? Being openly hostile to Tom fucking Riddle was bound to get her in a whole heap of trouble that she positively knew she could live without.
"He's staring at you." Came the hushed voice of the blonde girl next to her. Hermione looked up at Riddle who didn't even bother to avert his eyes. With a groan she let her head fall to the desk with the silent prayer, shoot me now.
Hermione had managed to get out of the classroom first and practically ran down the corridor, away from Charms and away from Riddle. Her lungs burned, her shoulder ached uncomfortably as she raced through the hallways. She ran and ignored the shouts from the portraits about not running in the corridors. She just had to get away from there, away from him with his pretty eyes and smirking face that she'd be more than happy to punch. Just like she did with Malfoy. Hell, she was sure that would wipe that smirk off his face! Though she expected she wouldn't last too long after that. Worth it though. Arrogant bastard.
The rest of the day passed without an incident, despite having practically all her lessons with Riddle she'd successfully managed to avoid him. Ellie, the blonde Gryffindor who had told her Riddle was staring at her, had also mentioned he'd been asking about her. He was curious about the new girl who kept running away from him. Ellie had laughed and told her it was probably because he was so used to people running to him, it was a novelty to have someone run away from him. Either way, she'd managed to gain the attention of the one person she really could have done with ignoring her. This was just her luck.
After the final lesson of the day, Hermione was free from his stares and wondering expressions. She bolted from the DADA classroom the moment the Professor dismissed them, and though she didn't run this time she kept up a fairly brisk pace. Following the corridors as they wound and twisted until she was convinced she'd managed to put some distance between the two of them. She allowed herself to breathe, for what felt like the first time of the entire day. Her eyes closed as she leant back on the wall, he head against the cold stone. It'll be alright. She kept repeating those words like a mantra in her mind. It'll be alright.
She recognised the feeling that was building inside her, she wasn't stupid. She knew she attracted to the dangerous boy with his hauntingly good looks. It was easy for her to proclaim to hate him and all he stood for, not to mention all the atrocities she knew he would commit. Yet at the same time she was only human. She was a seventeen year old female for crying out loud! Yes she had hormones and she wasn't immune to good looks either, no matter how much she wished she was. No, the simplest option would be to simply stay away from him. She couldn't be in danger from a growing attraction then, could she?
With a new determination brimming inside her, she pushed off from the wall and with purpose began striding back down the corridor. As she rounded yet another corner she collided with something hard. A small 'oomph!' passed from her lips as a pair of strong hands reached out and gripped her arms, trying to steady her. Unfortunately it only served to kilter her more off balance as she moved and found herself on the floor, a mess of tangled limbs. Lifting her head, ready to apologise for her complete clumsiness and lack of concentration, her apology died on her tongue. Dark eyes stared at her from underneath the mess of dark hair. The one person she'd promised herself she would avoid was the one person she'd found herself on the floor with. Fuck my life. She'd never sworn so much, even internally but this was beginning to take the biscuit!
"Granger," He almost purred, how could one person's tone be so damn smooth? Like melted chocolate ready to be dipped – yeah stop that thought right now. "Do you often find yourself jumping on unsuspecting people in the corridors?" Her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She was vaguely aware of his hands no longer being on her arms and instead settling on her waist as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. More like straddling him! His mouth turned up in a smirk again, a popular expression for him it seemed. Yet he made no attempt to move from the compromising position.
"I did not jump on you!" She growled, she pushed hard against his chest using her fists and accidentally pushed her knee into his thigh. He visibly winced as he righted himself and dusted himself off. He was going to be a constant thorn in her side, this she was fast realising. "Just do us both a favour and stay away from me, Riddle."
"Stay away from you?" He laughed, "Yet you're the one running into me, I would hazard to guess you don't really want me to stay away from you."
"You're delusional." She bit, not missing the flash of annoyance creep across his features. She was also painfully aware that the corridor they were in was one not really used by anyone. She doubted, especially at this time, that anyone would wander down here. "Why would I want to be in the same breathing distance as you?"
"You're attracted to me, it's obvious." He ran a hand through his hair, the annoying knowing smirk fixed back on his features. "Are you blushing?"
"What!?" She spluttered, pulling her satchel around to her stomach as though it was a protective lifeline. She made to back up but everytime she did, he just advanced on her until her back was firmly against a wall. "You're so full of yourself thinking every female adores you. Get over yourself."
He just smiled as he placed his hands on either side of her head. Her heart sped up, thumping loudly in her chest. Her eyes went wide, now she was uncomfortable being this close to Tom Riddle.
"That wasn't a denial." He pointed out. Hermione scoffed and slapped his hand away, making to move past him and get out of his vicinity. Tom's hand closed around her wrist and pulled her back, his eyes flashed angrily. It wasn't usual for people to disrespect him the way she had so blatantly on several occasions and he was growing tired of it. Using his weight he pinned her back to the wall and leant forward, his breath ghosting over her ear. "Hermione," Her name fell from his mouth and she closed her eyes. Later she'd tell herself it was her way of trying to block out his voice and just hope that he'd go away. "Do you enjoy lying to yourself? Look at you, you're almost begging for my attention."
That snapped her back to reality and she used all the force she could muster to push him away from her. "You're insane." She spat before running down the corridor. Even as she rounded the corner she could hear his laughter and the comment of 'You'll come around eventually.' She closed her eyes as she continued running, willing back the tears that were threatening to fall. Never had she felt more alone than she did right in that moment. She wished Harry and Ron were there to support her because right at that moment Hermione was scared that he was right.
She needed a new game plan.
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