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Somewhere in Time	By : serpentinred Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 64471 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Many thanks to my beta, catcachoo (from PI)! Special thanks to Nerys for looking it over for flow and logic. Huge, huge thanks to those of you who read, rated, and especially those of you who reviewed: Summer Leah, Abyss, Lady Miya, bluelagoon, kit, Aviendha, and YummyDraco!

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Chapter 33

As each minute passed, Harry grew more anxious, and Ginny kept fidgeting in her seat. Their breakfast remained untouched, and their eyes firmly stuck to the entrance of the Great Hall. It was eight twenty already, but a certain bushy-haired witch was still nowhere in sight.

Draco, too, was restless. Well, he had to admit that he was somewhat worried about Hermione. However, if the witch did not show up soon, Harry and Ginny were bound to pester him to take them to the Slytherin common room and find Riddle. The thought of confronting the Dark Lord, regardless the age of said Dark Lord ...

It would suffice to say that Draco Malfoy did not look forward to it at all.

"I think we should check the Slytherin common room," Harry spoke up, breaking up the tense silence on their end of the table. It was easy to tell how much it took him to keep his temper in check.

"It's not even nine yet," Draco pointed out immediately.

"She's usually here by eight," Harry argued. "Do you care about her or not, Malloy?"

"I didn't mean it that way, Evans, but this was precisely what Hermione wanted to prevent us from doing," Draco said. "She told us breakfast so we should ... listen to her and wait until the end of breakfast before we rush to conclusions."

"He could be feeding her to ... to that thing right now," Harry said with some difficulty.

"He had the whole night. She would've been digested by now," Draco corrected, which earned glares from both Harry and Ginny. He cleared his throat nervously. "I meant to say ... I'm sure she's alright. Riddle's nowhere in sight, too."

"And that should be considered a good thing?" Harry asked, his voice strained.

"I would think so. If Riddle were here alone and Hermione was not in sight ... that would be downright disturbing," Draco replied, his forehead creasing into a frown.

Not to mention the two Gryffindors would immediately drag themselves and him to their deaths.

"We shouldn't have left Hermione alone with him. I mean, it's him. He could have brought her anywhere. He could set up her death in the Forbidden Forest and we could never find proof that he's the culprit behind it. Why did I ever let her talk me into leaving her alone with him? I should have known that this was going to turn out disastrous," Harry groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"We have to have a little faith in Hermione. She's clever enough not to go to Myrtle's toilet," Ginny whispered.

"Exactly! Hermione's clever. She's—Myrtle's toilet? What's wrong with Myrtle's toilet?" Draco demanded.

"The Chamber of Secrets," Ginny and Harry answered in unison.

"The Chamber—" Draco promptly paled.

"You're a pure-blood, Malloy. You shouldn't be concerned about what lives in there," Ginny pointed out.

"Yes, but ... someone's not exactly fond of me at this moment," Draco answered anxiously, his voice a pitch higher than usual. "What if he releases it on me? Father told me that that thing only listened to the biddings of the Dark Lord. And I've stayed in there on occasions."

The rumors that were being spread around the school were hardly enough to satiate Draco's curiosity. No one could give an answer to the simple question of where the Chamber of Secrets was, and the only people who knew for sure were probably Gryffindors. He then decided to ask his father, but Lucius Malfoy only had minimal knowledge about the Chamber of Secrets. In the end, Draco had no desire to ask the Gryffindors and could only let the topic slide.

"I'm sure Myrtle would be more than happy to share her toilet with you," Ginny answered dryly.

"It's not funny, Weatherby," Draco said, panic apparent on his face and in his voice.

"And you're not the one we should be worried about now anyway. It's eight forty-five already, and it's nearly the end of breakfast," Harry spoke up tensely. His hand was in his pocket right now, and Draco was really afraid that if Riddle were to walk through the doors of the Great Hall right now, Harry would not hesitate in hexing the Dark Lord. "Ten more minutes, and if Hermione doesn't show up ..."

"Breakfast ends at nine, Evans. Shouldn't we at least wait until then?" Draco repeated himself.

"I'm starting to believe that you're on his side, Malloy," Harry said, narrowing his eyes.

"Are you mental, Evans? Fine, then! Storm off to the Slytherin common room, and I'll laugh in your face if Hermione walks through that door at eight fifty-five. She said breakfast, so we should at least wait until the end of breakfast. She's not technically late until it is nine o' one, and Hermione had always been one who stuck to technicalities," Draco said, rolling his eyes in the process and crossing his arms over his chest.

There was a short period of silence, and Harry did give him a dirty look, but to Draco's relief, the two of them seemed to take heed to his suggestion and waited. As more time passed, Draco started getting worried again because Hermione still did not show up. He really, really did not want to face the Dark Lord and demand the whereabouts of Hermione Jean Granger. He really, really did not.

Because he really did not want to give Tom Marvolo Riddle another reason to Cruciate him.

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With a sigh, Hermione moved, slightly stretching out her limbs that had turned a bit numb from staying in a position for so long. A satisfied smile appeared on her face; it had been so long since she had slept so well. She often tossed and turned in bed until well past midnight before she drifted off to sleep, only to be haunted by silly, senseless dreams. Grabbing to a corner of her blanket, she buried her face in it while she moved herself backwards towards that source of heat behind her.

The winter morning air was so cold. Even though there was a fireplace burning and the house-elves remembered to throw logs into the fire, it was still freezing to get out of bed, especially when she was not wearing anythi—

Her eyes immediately opened up wide as that last thought flashed through her mind, and she sat up. The unfamiliar setting around her brought back memories of what had happened right before she drifted off to sleep, and the colors drained from her face.

The "source of heat" stirred beside her.

"Awake already?" asked Tom, his voice slightly hoarse from just waking.

"What time is it?" she asked frantically, turning towards him.

He cracked open one eye and looked at the hourglass. "Eight thirty."

She drew in a sharp breath. Oh no ...

"Are you sure?" she squeaked him as she threw his robe off her and started gathering her clothes from the floor.

"It's too late to go to breakfast, you know?" he pointed out, pushing himself to sitting position and letting his eyes run over her body.

"That's the problem," she answered through gritted teeth.

Harry was going to get himself killed. She just knew it. Why did she say breakfast? She just knew she should not have given herself a time frame. Well ... not that she knew that that was going to happen in the end, but still ... she should have foreseen that her "chat" with Tom was going to be on the long side.

He never did seem to know when to shut up on any occasion anyway.

"Why? Mr. Evans and Mr. Malloy wouldn't know how to feed themselves without you there?" he mocked, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't be ridiculous," she chided, throwing him a glare as she put on her clothes. When she was finished, she turned towards him. "We need to get back there immediately."

"No, we don't," Tom replied, casually flicking his wand to cloth himself.

"Fine," she snapped. "I need to get back there immediately. Can we go now?"

"I don't see what's the rush here, Hermione," he said, waving his wand at the sofa. It immediately went back to its previous size, and Tom leaned back against it.

"I told Harry I was going to be there for breakfast. It's nearly the end of it, and if I hurry enough, I can reach there before he walks out of the Great Hall. If he doesn't see me, he's going to do something stupid—"

"And," he cut in, his dark eyes filled with amusement, "how does that concern me?"

"You saw what happened last night. Harry knows I'm with you. If I don't appear, what is he going to think?"

"That I've chopped you up and thrown you in the Forbidden Forest for the werewolves' breakfast?" he asked sarcastically.

Hermione shut her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "In a sense, yes. Can't you just hurry up and take me up there already? It's unnecessary to let Harry run around, trying to hunt you down or scouring for my dead body ..."

She trailed off in her words when he abruptly stood up. She had nearly forgotten how tall he was until he was towering over her instead of lounging on the sofa. His presence was suffocating and attention-demanding. She could not tear her eyes away from him as he loomed over her. All traces of casual relaxation were gone from his face, and that expressionless facade was anchored back on his features, all emotions meticulously locked up behind it.

"And why would Mr. Evans believe that I would kill you?" he asked, his voice overly quiet.

Her heart stopped for a second when she realized the glitch in her whole banter with him. It would have been normal for Harry to worry about her being in trouble or expelled, but it was not normal for him to think that Tom would kill her. She had unconsciously lowered her guards around Tom, speaking to him as if he were any other normal person.

Yet, he was anything but normal.

"You never hesitated on using the Cruciatus on Draco," she answered shakily.

Amongst other things ...

If anything, she could not let him know that Harry knew about the Chamber of Secrets and who really killed Myrtle.

He tilted her face upwards. "But that still doesn't mean that I might kill you."

"You can't tell me you've never thought about it," she retorted, clenching her hands into fists in an attempt to stop them from shaking.

Very slowly, his lips curved into a cold smile, and he lowered his head until it was near her ear. Therefore, she did not see the dangerous, hard glint that passed through his eyes as he spoke.

"I'll have to concede to that," he answered, his voice a soft whisper, both exciting and frightening her at the same time. "Did you realize how close I was to leaving you to the basilisk last night?"

Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded swiftly. She had known. Just one lie and he would not have hesitated on killing her on the spot, and regardless of what Harry, Draco, and Ginny knew, they could not prove that Tom killed her. Without the Horcrux, Harry no longer knew Parseltongue, so opening the Chamber of Secrets was not an option either.

Besides, she did not even know if the way to open it could be changed.

His fingers danced across the skin under her chin as he slightly turned his face. His lips landed on the place right next to her ear, and he placed a small kiss there.

"It would have been a regretful decision, if you believed it wise to lie to me, Hermione," he said, his voice even softer now as his breath brushed gently against her ear. "Such a pity ... if I were forced to kill you."

Goosebumps erupted across her body, and she had the sudden urge to shake out her limbs to get rid of the strange feeling. She wanted to lean closer to him and move away at the same time. It was like a child's fascination with a burning flame: They might have gotten in trouble with it, and they might have been gotten hurt by it before, but it did not stop them from wanting to play with it.

"I ... I ..." she stuttered.

The rate of her breathing increased. Her legs felt glued to the floor, her arms to her side. She could not muster an ounce of strength from her body.

"Now, Hermione, be a good girl and tell me," he whispered, his other arm wounding around her waist and pulling her flush against his body. "Why are the four of you so irrationally afraid of me, to the point of believing that I might be a threat to your lives?

Lowering her eyes, she bit her bottom lip. In a small voice, she answered, "We've ... speculated that ... you were the one who hurt Ginny."

Releasing her chin, he brushed her hair away before caressing the skin of her neck gently. "And why would you think that?"

"You were the only one who had an inexplicable interest in us," said Hermione, her fingers twisting the fabric of her skirt into knots. "No one else in school would have done it, and we can't imagine why strangers would want to do that to Ginny."

"Liar," he said coldly, forcing her to look at him again. "It would have been an excellent story, but unfortunately, the four of you were acting strangely around me since you arrived here."

"Why wouldn't we be? We landed on top of you the first day we came here if you don't remember," she replied.

"I remember quite well, and I did accept your apologies."

"And we didn't have good reasons to believe that you were being completely truthful about that. Dippet was putting you on the spot when he asked for your forgiveness on our behalf—"

Tom quirked his eyebrow in amusement at her words.

"—and you could've been holding a grudge afterwards, waiting for the chance to get back at us."

He eyed her quietly for a moment, and Hermione desperately hoped her expression did not falter. Though her argument was not completely false, it was not exactly the truth either, and she knew how excellent he was at reading a person's face even without looking at their eyes.

A short moment of silence followed. Softly, he spoke, "I know that's not the only reason, Hermione. You're hiding something, and make no mistake: I will find out what it is one day, and you will be the one who will give me that information."

She could not avert her eyes. The way he said that was so ... confident that she could not brush it away as something funny. It should have been a lot easier for her to disregard this threat, since she would never betray her friends and family. However, she could not shake away the feeling that he was serious.

Then, his gaze finally dropped and ran over her attire. His lips curved into a smile when he noticed something, causing Hermione to look downwards to find what exactly amused him.

"Very inconspicuous, Hermione. I'm sure Mr. Evans and Mr. Malloy will never find out what was happening between the two of us when you buttoned your shirt wrong," he commented.

A furious blush tinted her cheeks, and she was about to redo the buttons when he waved his wand twice. The hems of her shirt tickled her as her shirt buttoned itself up correctly.

"Well, I wouldn't have had this problem if you haven't confiscated my wand," she snapped, embarrassment adding an edge to her words.

"Suit yourself, Hermione," he said, the corners of his lips curving further upwards. "But don't blame me if the wards crash down on you next time we pass through the entrance."

"The wards ... crash down ..." she repeated slowly.

"On people with wands," he finished for her. "As if Slytherin would've left the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets unguarded against people who are not of his blood."

"I wouldn't know now, would I? The basilisk didn't seem like such a splendid spell-caster to me," she commented, rolling her eyes.

"The basilisk," Tom explained, his eyes glinting oddly, "uses the way you've discovered." He snickered. "You didn't think that the great Salazar Slytherin would have used such a crude method to travel down here now, did you?"

The latter part of his words went unnoticed by her when her eyes landed on the hourglass.

"What time is it—No, never mind that. Can we please go up there now?"

"What do I get out of this?" he asked, releasing her, crossing his arms over his chest, and sitting back down.

She threw up her hands in frustration and resisted the urge to throttle him on the spot.

"I've already given in to you in more ways than one, haven't I? Besides—" Her face turned thoroughly red. "—I've already admitted that you didn't ... rape me. What else could you possibly want?"

A devious glint passed through his eyes. "Hm ... I'll think of something, but regardless of what it is—"

"No," Hermione cut in, her gaze as hard as stone. "I'm not promising something that's open-ended. What if you tell me to kill my friends or walk around the school naked?"

"The first is rather tempting. It would be quite entertaining to see how you go about planning your best mates' demises," he answered, amusement clearly written on his features.

Her temper flared, and when she was about to give him a piece of her mind, he continued speaking.

"The second suggestion ..." He trailed off.

His forehead creased into a frown, and then, his face relaxed into a strangely pleased expression as he glanced at her. He leisurely placed his arm on the back of the sofa and propped up his head with a hand.

"I am not someone who shares," he stated in his signature soft voice, his eyes abnormally sharp on his seemingly pleasant face, "regardless of what it is." He stood up and gazed at her. "You are mine, Hermione, and nobody touches my possessions." He picked up a curl of her hair and twisted it around his finger. "I wouldn't allow it."

Yeah, try telling that to Bellatrix Lestrange, she thought absentmindedly.

Momentarily, she wondered if that were the reason why the maniacal witch chose her to torture while they were at Malfoy Manor. If Lord Voldemort himself forbade the Death Eaters to speak about it, she could not imagine who would dare to say anything.

But that was assuming that Bellatrix knew about Tom's relationship with Hermione, which was ridiculous. Hermione had no plans to stay forever in the past.

So she was attracted to Tom, and she did find him an excellent company when she wanted to have an intelligent conversation. However, by no means did that mean she did not miss home. She still had her parents to take care of, and ... she still had Ron.

And she had not forgotten what Tom would become. It was not so much the looks as it was what he stood for. Not that he had ever stopped reminding her about it—quite the contrary. Their morals, if he had any, were so different, and they were on two different sides of the war, for Merlin's sake. How could she possibly have a future with him?

He suddenly spoke, breaking off her train of thought and catching her attention.

"I suppose I can be ... lenient. I will ask you to do something, and you will do it, as long it does not conflict with your 'high and honorable' morals," he proposed.

She nibbled her lower lip. She could see so many things that could go wrong, and he was definitely slippery enough to look for the loopholes. However, since her morals were taken under consideration here, she did have some leverage.

"One thing only, no more," she corrected.

"One thing," he agreed. He raised an eyebrow. "I suppose we'd better leave then, if you want to catch Mr. Evans before he breaks into the Slytherin common room."

She quickly nodded, casting one last longing look at the books on the table.

He tilted her face upwards again and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.

"We can come here again if you want," he whispered. "After all, you still haven't found the book documenting international traveling methods."

Happiness caused her to smile, but then it was quickly replaced by suspicions.

"And what are you going to blackmail me with this time?"

His eyes glinted too merrily for her liking while he answered, "I won't ask you for something in return for bringing you here."

"And bringing me back up?" she pressed on.

"I do believe that I can ask for a kiss or ... something more from you as a reward, can't I?" he asked with a grin.

Her cheeks turned to a glaring red color at his words, and she could still feel it burning even while they walked through the Chamber and up the stairs that led to Myrtle's toilet. When they reached the top of the staircase, Tom cast an unknown spell at the wall and waited. Surprisingly, the wall did not move.

"Why isn't the wall moving?" she asked worriedly. She was quite anxious now, knowing that any minute now, Harry would be storming towards the Slytherin common room.

"Because I didn't open it yet," he answered.

"Why aren't you opening it?" she demanded.

"I'd have to check if there were someone outside, wouldn't I?"

"The only person ... well, nobody comes here," Hermione said. "Moaning Myrtle's done a great job at scaring everybody away."

"Indeed," he replied, smirking. "She's just as annoying as when she was alive. Perhaps even more."

The wall shined a faint yellow color before settling down again, and Tom quickly tapped his wand on it. Rapidly, the bricks slid into the archway, and the toilet appeared in front of them once more. The morning sun was shining through the windows, slightly dispersing the gloomy atmosphere. As Tom's spell had indicated, Moaning Myrtle was nowhere in sight.

They stepped through the archway, and the archway closed up behind them.

"We need to—" she started to say.

"Who's there?" a girl's voice floated towards them from one of the stalls.

Hermione wondered for a moment if Tom's indicator spell had been cast wrong, but then, she realized that it was possibly because Myrtle had just returned via the toilet.

Tom heaved a sigh, rolled his eyes, and glanced off to the side. However, when he looked forward again, a pleasant expression masked his irritation.

"Hello, Myrtle. How are you doing today?" he asked amiably.

Although it was not the first time she saw his acting skills, Hermione could not help but stare stupidly at how quickly he managed to dissipate that air of annoyance around him. If she had not seen that look on his face, she would have believed that he was friendly with Myrtle, too.

The ghost emerged through the doors, and a silvery blush appeared on her face.

"Hello, Tom," she simpered shyly, keeping her eyes firmly on him. "You haven't come to visit me for a long time."

"I had been busy with schoolwork. It's a rather heavy workload, being Head Boy and with the N.E.W.T's coming up," Tom explained smoothly.

Myrtle giggled and lowered her head, casting her eyes upwards to keep looking at him. "I know you'll do wonderfully." She then noticed Hermione. "Who's she?"

"She's Hermione, a transfer student from Durmstrang," he replied.

"We've never had transfer students before," Myrtle commented.

"And now we do," he answered, the corners of his lips curved slightly upwards.

It looked vaguely like a smirk, but Hermione was guessing that Myrtle would be too infatuated to notice. Indeed, when the victim saw it, she simply lowered her head with the increase of shyness.

However, seconds later, Myrtle's head snapped up, and she looked at Tom mournfully. "Is that why you haven't come here to see me anymore? Because you were spending your time with her?"

Hermione prepared herself for the wailing that would definitely occur right about now. Myrtle had been known to take offense in nearly everything someone did or said, and seeing how fond she was of Tom, his actions and words would undoubtedly affect her even more.

"We'd have to be courteous to the newcomers now, don't we, Myrtle? It would not do well for others to say that students from Hogwarts are so rude and unkind," Tom replied.

In contrast to Hermione, he was completely as ease, as if he had never seen one of Myrtle's outbursts. However, seconds later, she understood why. Strangely enough, with his simple words, the ghost gradually calmed down and nodded.

"We still have some projects to finish before the end of the holidays," Tom hinted.

That shy smile appeared on Myrtle's face again, and she asked hopefully, "Will you come and visit me again?"

"When I have the time," he answered ambiguously.

However, that seemed to be enough for Myrtle, since glee immediately filled her silvery face, and her eyes behind those huge-rimmed glasses glittered with joy. She continued to bade Tom good-bye as they walked out of the toilet, and Hermione could only stare at him in amazement.

"She doesn't know ... who killed her?" she asked.

"She doesn't need to know," he answered simply.

He said the words in such a nonchalant way that it would have caused a shiver to run down Hermione's spine, if he had not been threatening her just a short while ago. When they reached the Great Hall, Hermione let out a groan. She had known that it was well over nine, but she had thought that it was worth a try.

"Shall we head down to the dungeons to check if Evans is wreaking havoc there?" Tom asked, slightly quirking his eyebrow and a faint smile on his lips.

She could tell just how much Tom wanted to find Harry there. It would give him a chance to get Harry in trouble or, if things got out of hand, to duel him.

That was, however, the last thing Hermione needed.

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When they reached the wall leading to the Slytherin common room, Hermione felt slightly relieved because there was no one lurking there. However, that comfort was immediately dispersed when she remembered that Draco knew the password to the Slytherin common room, and the three of them could be waiting inside.

"It seems like Mr. Evans, Mr. Malloy, and Miss Weatherby are not here yet," Tom commented, a suspiciously pleased look on his face. "Perhaps you should check the Gryffindor common room."

"No," Hermione replied, staring firmly at the wall. "I need to check if they're in there."

If the three of them were in there, upon seeing Hermione alive and well, they would refrain from doing anything rash. However, Hermione did not even want to think about what they would do if they saw Tom alone. Or at least, Harry and Ginny. Draco might be worried about her, but she could not see him risking his life for her yet.

All in all, Harry and Ginny needed to know that no harm had befallen on her before they got themselves killed.

"I'm afraid I cannot comply with that, Hermione," Tom said, his smirk even more pronounced now. "Students are not supposed to enter the common rooms of other Houses."

Hermione barely repressed a growl. Since when was he someone who went by the rules?

"You just made that rule up," she argued. "If you don't remember, I was just in there a couple of nights ago."

"I 'invited' you in last time," Tom answered smoothly, watching her reddened face with amusement. "And I am afraid that I cannot 'invite' you in today."

She clenched down on her teeth, realizing that he was doing this on purpose. He knew exactly what was going to happen if Harry and the others saw him alone without Hermione in sight. Therefore, he was trying to manipulate the situation so that the others would think that he did some kind of harm to her.

He wanted vengeance for what happened last night.

He turned around, spoke the password, and walked through the hole that appeared. Hermione was about to follow in after him but was pushed backwards when she neared the entrance.

She looked at him, surprised, since she knew that was not supposed to happen, that common rooms did not just warded themselves against students from other Houses. Her anger flared when she noticed that he had his wand out.

Then, she remembered that she still did not have her wand back. She had been so worried about Harry and the others that she had forgotten to get it back from him. However, he apparently remembered that fact quite well, which was why he knew he could ward the Slytherin common room without worrying about her breaking in.

"Knew you were going to do that, Granger. Now be a good girl and go back to your common room," he said.

"Give me back my—" she stopped in her words, since she was looking at the gray bricks that had slid back into place.

She drew in a deep breath and attempted to calm down. She had the strongest urge to pull her hair out.

No, even better: She wanted to pull his hair out. That annoying freak of a snake! At least he could have given her back her wand.

She paced in front of the wall, contemplating if she should go and hunt down a Slytherin to open the door for her.

However, what if Harry, Ginny, and Draco were in there? She could not just run around the school looking for people when the three of them would burst out any second.

With a sigh, she glared at the wall, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and tapped her foot on the floor, trying to remain hopeful about the outcome of the situation.

Perhaps they were still running around the rest of the school looking for her. Perhaps they could be in the Gryffindor common room waiting for her. Perhaps they were asking around, to see if other students had seen her. Perhaps they were in the library even, checking to see if she had immersed herself in another book.

Or perhaps, they could be inside, dueling with the most feared wizard of all time.

She shook that thought off, determined to keep a bright outlook on things.

However, after thirty minutes of standing in front of a rather uninteresting wall, Hermione was on the verge of killing someone, namely, He-Who-Is-Eternally-Annoying. The least he could have done was stick his head out and tell her if they were indeed inside. But no, he had to make her wait outside and continue worrying.

Just when she was about to hunt down a professor or Slytherin to open the door for her, the bricks moved, and Tom appeared, dressed in clean robes and his hair not completely dry yet.

She would have sighed out of relief if she were not so annoyed; Harry, Ginny, and Draco were obviously not in there if Tom had the time to shower.

His eyebrow quirked up and a smile appeared at his lips. "You're still here?"

"My wand," she said through gritted teeth and held out her hand, realizing that if she were attack him with her bare hands right now, he would not give her back her wand. Not to mention that it would be stupid to do so.

"Ah," he said, a fake look of realization dawning over his face. "My ... apologies. I'd forgotten."

It was obvious that he had not, but Hermione did not want to argue about it with him right now.

That could wait until after she got her wand back.

Therefore, she was completely unprepared when he pulled her inside the Slytherin common room while stepping outside into the corridor.

"Feel free to use the shower, Granger. You're staying in here for at least twenty minutes," he told her as his smile turned vicious.

He flicked his wand, and she knew that the ward to prevent her from exiting was up again. She opened her mouth to protest, but the last thing she saw before the wall sealed itself up, was Tom looking off to the left with a cold sneer printed on his face, and a feeling of dread filled her heart when she realized whom that expression was meant for.

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