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Timeless Pet	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Over the next few days Hermione found out Riddle’s first name was indeed Tom. She tried her best to keep an eye on him, but he spent much of his time in the Slytherin dorms where she couldn’t follow. Whenever they had time to talk he acted as if she wouldn’t be spending very long at the school, that she would flunk out easily and the professor’s had done her a disservice in even allowing her to think that she could just pick up her education in year three.
Once the other students returned from Holiday things only got worse between her and Tom. She couldn’t find any evidence but she was pretty sure he was sending other Slytherins to come bother her as she tried to make friends.
Hermione didn’t think she was very good at this whole friend making thing, and she wondered if she had been in her previous life. Even though she was three years behind in practical learning, anyone she talked to in her own house seemed to not have read the book at all.
When classes started that became more clear as she seemed to know more correct answers than anyone else in the class. This was true until she attended her first Ancient Runes class. It was the first time she had seen Tom since the Holiday and he seemed smug to see her there.
“Granger, you realize that this class takes a basic understand of both Charms and History of Magic? That’s why they don’t offer it until third year?” He asked with his charming smile well in place.
“Yes, and I spoke to Professor Cornelius about it already. He thinks I’ll be able to catch up as long as I’m willing to devote myself.” She told him looking around for a seat in the class away from the snob.
She frowned as she realized she had to choose between sitting at the back of the class or sitting next to Tom. Torn between the lesser of two evils she sat down next to the charming prat.
“I’m not letting you copy.” He told her softly. “Well not for free.”
Before she had a chance to answer the professor started the class with a lecture. She took studious notes and started to become more and more irritated as Tom didn’t seem to be taking any.
“Keeping the fifth rule of decoding in mind, how would this be translated?” Professor Cornelius asked as he made a series of runes appear on the blackboard.
Hermione’s hand shot up into the air as it had in all her other classes that day, but unlike her other classes one other hand shot up as well.
“Ah, Mr. Riddle, what do you think?” The professor asked with a smile reserved for a teacher’s pet.
“It doesn’t.” He said with his smug knowing smile.
“I’m sorry Mr. Riddle, but it does.” The professor said and then turned to Hermione. “Miss Granger?” He asked with a bit less kindness.
Taking in a deep breath, Hermione set her shoulders before she started to speak. “Well using the fifth law it would transla…” She started but Tom shook his head distracting her and making her look down to her notes. She blinked at the page when she saw what Tom had noticed first. She groaned inwardly then shook her own head. “Professor he doesn’t translate into anything without using the third law. According to the book, you have the fifth and third law mixed up.”
“I…” Cornelius started then frowned to come look at her scroll. He took some time as he read over her notes and Hermione took that moment to glance at Tom.
His expression was an odd mix of feelings, somewhere between impressed, angry and predatory. The look made her blush for a reason she couldn’t say and she quickly looked away to disburse her own feelings.
Classes continued like this for the rest of the year. Tom soon stopped teasing her about flunking out and a full on rivalry developed over their grades. By the end of the year they were number one and two in their year which only seemed to make Hermione more of a target for dislike around the school.
Even though she hadn’t made any friends during the school year she was still dreading the summer. When it came time to board the train she dragged her feet and was one of the last to get on.
She went from car to car with most people claiming they were full up. When she finally got to Tom’s car she didn’t even bother asking and walked right by without opening the door. As the train started to move the door behind her slipped open.
“No place to sit Granger?” Tom asked from just down the corridor. “We have an extra seat.” He said in his always charming tone. There were groans from within which cut off abruptly as Tom shot them a sharp look.
“No thank you, I’ll find a place.” She said not wishing to subject herself to whatever plot he was thinking.
“If you say so Granger.” He said and shook his head with his knowing grin.
After trying the rest every other car in the train she still had not found a place to sit. She just couldn’t understand why there was no other students in the entire school that liked her at all. When she felt tears coming on she ran to the girl’s bathroom and locked herself in.
Sitting in one of the small train stalls she let the tears loose crying at how hard things had been for her this year. She was sure back in her other life she had made friends, but she just didn’t know how it had happened. For some reason the idea of crying in a bathroom was connected to her past friends, though she brushed off that thought as silly.
When there was a knock at the door it stopped her tears short.
“Granger, I saw you come this way.” Tom said in an almost kind voice. “Please come out, we’re going to have to spend the whole summer together at that horrible place, we should be friends.”
“You hate muggle-borns!” She yelled, verbalizing it for the first time that year.
“Whoever said that?” He asked sounding both surprised and impressed with the deduction.
She stomped to the bathroom door and swung it open as a sudden anger replaced her sadness. Her face was still red and blotchy from her crying, but she didn’t care.
“You don’t fool me Tom Riddle.” She started crossing her arms. “You may not say it in public but I see how your minions act towards me and the other muggle-borns. I know they wouldn’t act without direct orders from you.”
He blinked at the girl yelling in his face a few times before smiling widely and pushing her into the bathroom so he could close the door behind him.
“You have no proof of anything like that.” he said leaning against the door to block her way.
“I may not have clear proof, but I can understand the things I see.” She said standing up straighter after being manhandled. “You may have most of the staff fooled and a good portion of the student body, but we should be clear; I see you.” She said her chin held high.
Instead of being angered or annoyed by her bossy manner, or her harsh words Tom only smiled more broadly.
“I see that.” He said after a long silence of just looking her over. “Honestly I didn’t think you would last the year Mudblood.” He told her in a tone that didn’t match his words.
A slow bought of anger was filling her head as he seemed to be taking everything so calmly. When the vile term dropped from his lips like it was a pet name she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her fist flew without her permission and she clocked him right in the nose.
His head jerked with the force of the blow and his hand came up in surprise by the muggle attack. She had split his lip and he only smiled more broadly at her.
“You hit me.” He said sounding surprised.
“You called me mudblood.” She told him heatedly pulling back her fist to hit him again.
Before she could act he had he grabbed her wrists in a strong grip shaking his head. “I don’t think so my pet.” He said looking her in the eyes.
“I’m not your pet!” She said struggling to free herself.
“But I want you.” Tom said as if that settled the matter. “You’ve surprised me in so many ways. You have a mind that can almost keep up with my own. You have fire enough to hit your betters. What other surprises will you have for me in the future?” He asked sounding as if was giving her high praise.
“You can’t have me Tom.” She said giving one final jerk to free herself. At the same moment Tom let go of her wrist so that she would fall back onto her ass. “You will never have me.” She said as fiercely as she could from her prone position.
“We will see my pet, we have a whole summer together.” He reminded her before leaving the bathroom to cut off any useless argument.
Hermione spent several long moments sitting on the floor of the bathroom as she tried to decide what exactly had just happened. She decided finally he was just trying to make her feel even uneasy around him.
With a deep breath she got to her feet and made her way to the first cabin with a free seat she could find. Ignoring dirty looks she sat down and pulled out a book to busy herself for the rest of the ride back.
Next year would be better, she decided. She would work on making friends so that Tom couldn’t get to her so very easily. She looked over her book at the boys across the way. They were second years so she hadn’t had any real communication with them before now. The one on the left had bright red hair that stirred a memory inside her.
“What’s your name?” She asked suddenly putting the book down in her lap.
“Me?” he asked looking to his friend to make sure he had it right. “Septimus Weasley.”
She frowned and shook her head. “I thought so.” She said suddenly not knowing what she would say to him. She picked the book back up and pretended it never happened.
The two boys whispered back and forth to each other for a good span of the trip before the Septimus’ friend spoke up.
“I’m Albert Prewett, you’re in Gryffindor like us right?” He asked as he tried to give her a somewhat friendly smile.
“I am.” She agreed as she wondered what they were up to. “I know its sort of odd being sorted in one’s third year…”
“What is the muggle world like?” Septimus suddenly cut in with wide eyes.
“I don’t really know much about it myself actually.” She said with a frown. “Well nothing you couldn’t read in a book. When my parents were…I lost a lot of memory.”
“That must be awful.” Albert said and elbowed his friend for being so blunt.
The rest of the trip was better than most of the year. It seemed Hermione had a knack for talking to preteen boys who she wasn’t in academic competition with.
When they finally got to the station 9¾ the woman that had dropped Hermione off at the school was waiting for to take her and Tom to take to the orphanage that would be their home for the summer. As they drove Hermione sat in silence as Tom charmed the woman, the woman was obviously under his spell like so many others. It annoyed her to watch him flatter and flirt with the middle aged woman. She wondered what the point was, why did he need almost everyone to like him.
When they were standing in front of the sad looking gate that would lead her to her new home she suddenly felt very depressed.
“Don’t worry, its worse inside.” He told her as he looked around and grabbed the end of his trunk. “Better get inside.”
“You’ve really lived in this place your whole life?” She couldn’t help but ask as she started tugging at her own trunk.
“Well besides going to school. I think you’ll find Hogwarts feels a lot more like home.” Tom told her and smirked. “But don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

Somehow the promise only made her feel worse about the coming months.
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