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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: Huge thanks to SpicySugar for beta-ing this chapter. Special thanks to Nerys for going over the flow. Many thanks to those of you who read, faved, added to alert, and especially those of you who reviewed: Rena, Lady Miya, Blacklabyrinth8, Fleur K., Tourniquette, omgfabulous, and ViolettMichelle!

I don’t want to put a specific date of when this happens, so … sometimes in Somewhere in Time. The plotline of Somewhere in Time can do without this chapter since it’s a special chapter. This chapter is not a continuation of the original plot. Just something … er … fluffy and somewhat random (at least at a certain point, with reason) for the Christmas spirit. As fluffy as Serp can get that is, but just in case, if you don’t enjoy fluffiness and randomness, then please skip this chapter. ;)

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Chapter 42 – Christmas Special Chapter

The storm finally slowed down after days of piling layers and layers of snow on the sidewalk. Flurries still descended, but at least one could easily see if someone was coming the other way—providing that the other person was not a dwarf or goblin.

However, there were no worries in that regard. Most people were at home, ready to celebrate. Even the stores down in Knockturn Alley followed this tradition and remained closed.

Borgin and Burkes was no different. Though the owner of the store suffered an aggravating loss just a few days ago, he knew it would be pointless keeping the shop open. Anyone visiting his store during these days would only attract the attention of the Aurors. Inside the store, a feeling of darkness not caused by the lack of candlelight hung in the air, and the silence only added to its sinister touch.

Suddenly, a soft sound like that of fabric ripping broke through the quietness, and out of the middle of nowhere, a tear accompanied by a flash of light appeared in the center of the store. Closely following were four loud thumps and groans from the objects that fell through the crack.

As quickly as the hole had appeared, it disappeared.

"Where are we? Did it work?" Harry was the first to ask as he helped Ginny up.

"No idea," Draco moaned. "Hopefully, we're near St. Mungo's though."

"Quit exaggerating, Malloy," Harry said, knowing that Draco wasn't as hurt as he was making it seem.

Hermione sat up in her position and looked around. As she did, a sinking feeling appeared in the pit of her stomach.

"Borgin and Burkes," she whispered.

"Borgin and—" Harry stopped in his words. "So it worked?"

However, Hermione could not answer him as the sense of loss continued to expand until it engulfed her.

"We're back in the future?" Draco asked, stopping his act and sitting up, too.

Without a second word, he jumped up and ran behind the counter. Taking out a large book, he started flipping through it until he got to a certain page. Joy radiated from his face when he looked up at them again.

"We're home … We're back … It worked! We're back in the future again!" he shouted.

Harry and Ginny shared a look with one another before running over to where Draco was.

Hermione remained sitting on the floor, a numb feeling spreading throughout her body as the truth hit her like a well-placed Stunner. She could not even find a tiny piece of joy in her to bring a smile to her face to show her friends.

Because she was never going to see him again.

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It turned out that they had arrived on the morning of Christmas Eve. Harry and Ginny immediately wanted to go back to the Burrow to check up on everyone. After all, they were missing for a few days already, and the Weasleys must be worried sick about them. Draco, of course, had to reassure his parents that he didn't get captured by some rogue Death Eater.

Harry and Ginny wanted to convince Hermione to go with them to the Burrow, but Hermione was not in the mood. If she were to go visit the Weasleys, that meant that she would have to face Ron. She really did not think she was ready to do that just yet. So instead, she told them that she needed to visit her parents first. Harry and Ginny must have noticed that she was down, since they did not insist for her to come with them. Before they Apparated to the Burrow, Ginny released Harry's hand and gave Hermione a hug.

"Everything will be alright," Ginny whispered to her.

Hermione wanted to smile and nod. However, she could not find the will to do so. Therefore, she did not answer, choosing to remain silent and hugging Ginny back. After watching them Apparate away, Hermione Apparated to her parents' house. Her sorrow was temporarily washed away when she saw her parents safe and sound. Her parents did not realize her absence, seeing that her visits home had been few and far in between before she got sent back in the past anyway. Instead, they were much more surprised to find her at their door on Christmas Eve.

Sitting on her bed, Hermione looked out the window, and the empty feeling returned again, double in its strength.

She should be happy. She should be celebrating with her friends. She shouldn't be … wallowing in sadness. The phrase in itself made her cringe, but she knew it was exactly what she was doing.

Shaking her head, she decided that she couldn't just sit here and let it bring her down. She ran down the stairs to the kitchen where her parents were working on Christmas dinner.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Hermione asked.

"Now, now, Hermione. No magic allowed on Christmas," Anthony Granger said with a wink at his daughter.

"Fine," Hermione said, tilting her head higher and accepting the challenge. "The Granger tradition can never be worn away with a few years of Hogwarts."

It turned out to be the right decision. Her parents hadn't expected her to stay for dinner, since she had not done so for years, so they were ecstatic when she told them the good news. Laughter soon rang throughout the kitchen, and Hermione had no idea who started it, but the three of them started to throw chunks of batter at one another. When they finally settled down, half of the cookie batter was either stuck on the wall, counters, or floor.

Sarah took one look at their "masterpiece" and sighed. "What a fine way to spend Christmas day."

"I'll help you clean it up later, Mum," Hermione said with a grin.

And she knew just how glad her mother was for a chance to spend alone time with her daughter. A sense of guiltiness nearly made her cringe, and without thinking, Hermione stepped forward and hugged Sarah.

"I love you, Mum," she whispered.

For a moment, Sarah did not know how to react, and she had no idea where this sudden display of emotions came from. After all, she had no idea what Hermione had to go through for the past few months. For a while, Hermione thought that she would never see them again. When the initial surprise passed, Sarah wrapped her arms around Hermione and hugged her back.

"I love you, too, dear."

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In time, their feast was finally prepared. After throwing a few more logs into the fireplace, Hermione returned to the dining table. Right when they were about to dig in, the doorbell rang.

"Is someone else coming?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know," Anthony replied as Sarah went to open the door. "I was thinking you invited your friends over …"

Sarah reentered the kitchen, a strange look on her face.

"Hermione, did you invite a friend over?"

Hermione blinked. As far as she knew, Harry and Ginny were at the Weasleys, and they would have traveled here by Floo powder. And Draco … well, she doubted he was one to ring a doorbell. He would probably be amused by the thought of frightening her Muggle parents and would simply Apparate right into her parents' living room.

"No, I didn't. Who's at the door?" she asked.

Please don't let it be Ron.

The thought came unbidden to her mind, and she should feel bad that that was what came to mind. Yet, she knew she was not ready to face him now.

"A young man," Sarah replied, and Hermione could not help but blink again when she thought she saw a faint pinkish tinge appear on her mother's cheeks. "He says he's your friend."

Hermione raised her eyebrows. No matter how much she tried, she could not guess who was at the door. Nonetheless, she felt relieved knowing that it was not Ron; her Mum would have recognized him.

Her steps halted when she saw who was at the doorway. Emotions crashed down on her as she took in that familiar face and figure. However, when the moment passed, she pulled out her wand and cast wards on the way leading to the dining room. They might not stop him, but at least she tried.

"I'll be back in a sec, Mum," she called before adding a Muffliato to the wall of spells. Then she turned back and looked at the young man standing at the doorway through narrowed eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Am I not welcomed?" Tom Marvolo Riddle asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hermione opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before deciding what to say. "You're not supposed to be here. You're supposed to be dead, or back in the past, or something but definitely not here."

"The way you're saying it, it's almost as if you wished I were dead," Tom said, not answering her question and feigning a hurt look on his face.

"You're supposed to be dead," Hermione repeated herself. "And I doubt Lord Voldemort knows how to travel through time."

Or else he would've tried killing Harry a million times already … and failing, naturally.

"Hm … I have no idea," Tom replied to her, and she had the distinct feeling that he was lying. "One moment I was there and the next moment I'm here."

"Quit lying, Tom Marvolo Riddle," said Hermione, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. "You need to polish your lying skills if you thought that I was going to fall for that kind of pretense."

A faint smile appeared on Tom's face as he took a step forward. Without thinking, Hermione raised her wand and pointed it directly at him.

"You're acting as if I might go in and kill your Muggle parents," he said.

"That's not all that hypothetical," Hermione answered.

Her words earned a chuckle from him.

"It's Christmas, Hermione."

"All the better reason for me to remain cautious. I'm sure nothing delights you more than a Christmas day massacre," she said wryly.

"You hurt me, Hermione," he said, holding his hand up to his heart though his eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Oh, grow up, Riddle," she huffed.

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the doorway. "It's a couple of days till my birthday. I can wait till then."

Hermione heaved a sigh and shook her head in defeat.

"Now, why don't we go inside and have dinner? I smell mincemeat pies," he said, looking towards the dining room.

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She tried to stop him. She really, really did. However, nobody (except Harry) stopped Tom Marvolo Riddle from getting what he wanted, and somehow, he was now sitting in the middle of her parents' dining room right next to her. And somehow, he managed to charm her parents. Well, it probably was not as hard she had made it seem. After all, her parents had no idea that he was the same Lord Voldemort who had tried to kill her and her friends a million times over the past few years.

She wasn't really that surprised to find her mother giggly in his presence, since she had seen too many females being enchanted by Tom in the past. What she really could have never guessed was her father's apparent liking of Lord Voldemort. She recalled the day when she first told her father that she was dating Ron; Anthony nearly burned a hole through the roof that day. Still, here he was now, chatting with Tom and laughing at some witty comment Tom made while they were having pudding. He'd even allowed Tom to call him "Anthony," which made Hermione roll her eyes at the obvious difference in treatments her father gave to Ron and Tom. She would not be all that shocked if her father boxed Ron's ears if the redhead dared to call him "Anthony."

"Is something the matter, dear?" Sarah asked, alerting the attention of both Tom and Anthony.

"… No," she answered, keeping her eyes on the young man sitting next to her.

To tell the truth, she wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly pulled out his yew wand and started aiming flashes of green at her parents, but that was not something she should share with her parents.

"I'm afraid it's my fault, Sarah," Tom said smoothly, placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder and squeezing it. "We had a row yesterday because she thought I wasn't going to show up."

At his words, Sarah and Anthony shared a look; they knew she had been dating Ron but had never heard of her breaking up with him, so they were wondering how Tom fit into the whole scenario. However, Tom managed to steer the conversation away from that topic before her parents could ask, and before she knew it, they were urging her to "spend some more time with Tom and not let him feel neglected."

So, she ended up staring at Tom as he flipped through the channels. It was something that was too … foreign to her. Not even "strange" described her feelings towards it well enough. She wondered how many people would believe her if she told them Lord Voldemort had dinner with her Muggle parents, sat in her living room, and watched television without destroying something.

Yet.

Suddenly, he placed the remote control down next to him. Keeping his eyes on her, he propped up his head with his hand, his elbow resting on the back of the couch.

"Why are you here?" she asked again.

"Must we go through this again?" he asked with a sigh, his eyes landing on her mouth.

His free hand reached up and started caressing her lower lip.

"It's not logical for you to be here," she replied, lowering her eyes and staring at the finger that was touching her.

Words were lost when he leaned in and captured her with a kiss. The hand that had been supporting his head tangled with her hair and pressed her towards him. The thought of her parents walking in and finding this made her try to push him away, but it was a fruitless action. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue snaking its way into her mouth and entwining with hers. The squeak that wanted to come out of her throat turned into a soft moan between them.

Just when Hermione was about to deepen the kiss, the sound of the approaching voices of her parents alerted her. Steeling her heart, she bit down on Tom's tongue, forcing him to pull away. Frantically, she looked at herself, making sure that her hair and clothes were properly in place.

"Would you like some hot chocolate, Tom?" Sarah asked as she and Anthony walked into the living room.

Though she asked the question, there were already four mugs of it on her tray.

"Yes, please," Tom replied, not a sign on his face that showed that he had just been bitten by their daughter.

Anthony sat down in the couch to their right, and after Sarah placed mugs of chocolate on the table in front of Hermione and Tom, she, too, joined him.

"If I weren't looking at your parents, I would've guessed one of them to be vampires. You are much too fond of biting, dear," Tom whispered in her ear while Sarah and Anthony watched what was showing on television.

"Like you would've moved away if I hadn't done that," she hissed back.

Their low-voiced argument was forced to stop when Sarah and Anthony then took turns placing their attention on them, asking them polite questions. Even with what happened at the dinner table, Hermione could not help but be in awe with the way Tom seemed to steer every single conversation the way he wanted it to go. Regardless of what she said, he had a way of twisting her words to mean something completely different. She learned, by the end of the night to keep her mouth shut, since he seemed to be intent on making things worse when she tried to speak.

Or at least, she tried to keep her mouth shut. It was difficult really, since she did not get the chance to tell her parents what happened nor did she want to tell them.

In the end (after her parents were led to believe that Hermione and Tom had fallen in love at first sight, Ron had grudgingly stepped aside, and their daughter and the Slytherin were still only in the kissing stage), Sarah and Anthony retired to their room, and the two of them were left alone once again.

"Now, I believe you still owe me something for biting me. Again," Tom spoke up, turning towards her again.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. She had already known that something like this would have happened.

His hand returned to her chin, and tilting her head upwards, he leaned forward again and captured her lips. However, Hermione still feared that her parents would return to the living room.

"Relax, Granger. They already know we're kissing," he mumbled against her lips.

"Knowing is completely different from seeing," she retorted.

With a sigh, Tom whipped out his wand and cast different spells towards the doorway.

"There. Better now?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, he returned to her lips again.

He let out a frustrated sound when she pulled away from him and asked, "What spells are those?"

"Spells that would alert us if your parents come too close to the room and Muffliato," he replied.

Muffliato? Since when did Tom know that spell?

Before she could ask, however, he lowered his head and kissed her again, and without waiting for her to push him away again, he grabbed both of her arms and separated them to the side, making sure they were out of the way.

Things gradually got out of control, but Hermione had no ways to stop it, nor did she truly want it to stop. There was a part of her mind that kept nagging that something was not logical in everything that was happening, from Tom's appearance at the door to him knowing the Muffliato.

For one moment, the thought of Ron pretending to be Tom caused a lurch in her stomach. However, she then remembered that Ron could never manipulate a scenario the way Tom did. The only person she had ever seen do that successfully was Tom. Thus, the person snogging her right now could not possibly be an impostor.

"Would you please concentrate already?" Tom asked against her lips, annoyed.

But her mind was in a disorder, and she just knew that if she didn't get answers soon …

A crash, a thump, and the sounds of windows breaking.

Alarmed, Hermione pulled away from Tom, her eyes looking around the room. Her eyes nearly bugged out when she saw Hagrid and Harry in the middle of her living room.

"Harry, I thought you were at the Burrow, and Hagrid, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked.

"Tom!" Hagrid suddenly boomed, and Hermione was frightened that there might be a duel right in the middle of her parents' living room.

"Dad!" the young man sitting beside her exclaimed, nearly causing Hermione to fall off the sofa.

"You mean he's my brother?" Harry asked in awe.

Hermione sputtered.

She felt the living room swirling around her as the three of them started hugging one another.

"What's going on?" she demanded.

However, Hagrid had begun to sing a Christmas song (something about "Nargles in the mistletoe"), and Harry was playing the guitar, though Hermione had no idea where the guitar had come from.

Without warning, Draco stormed into the room and started pulling the guitar away from Harry.

"Give me back my guitar! How am I supposed to have my concert without it?"

Hermione's mouth dropped open, and her eyes widened even further when she saw Ginny dancing into the room, wearing a pink leotard and tutu.

Just when Hermione thought that nothing could confuse her anymore, McGonagall padded into the room, complete with a flowery printed cape, fluffy slippers, and her wand extended.

"I am now the ruler of the world. Surrender or I shall kill every one of you," she demanded.

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With a gasp, Hermione sat up in her bed. She blinked her eyes a couple of times until the blurriness went away. For once in her life, she was glad that she was in the past and not in the future … well, if the future were like what happened in her dream. That had to be strangest dream in her life.

Taking a look out the window, she realized that it was still early, but she no longer felt sleepy. So after she changed out of her pajamas and brushed her teeth, she decided to take a walk outside.

The sun had not risen yet, causing the air outside to be cooler than it normally was. Pulling her cloak a bit closer to her body, she melted the snow off the bench with a wave of her wand and sat down.

"You're up early," a voice suddenly said to her right.

She turned around and found Tom standing a small distance away. Remembering the dream she just had caused a shiver to go down her spine, and for a moment, she wondered if she had just awoken from one dream to arrive in another one.

However, she could not help but be struck by how beautiful he was again. His jet black hair contrasted sharply with the pure whiteness of the snow, causing his features to be even more prominent than usual. His eyes seemed darker, though Hermione had no idea if it were due to the color of the background or because of the lack of light.

A simple black cloak hung casually on his body, yet it could not cover that elegance in him. Hermione had the sudden urge to badger Harry to show her memories of how Tom looked like when he was a child, just to see if that air of nobility was innately in him. She could not imagine it being something he had learned when he was back in the orphanage.

After trudging through the snow, he sat down in the bench next to her.

"Waiting for the sun to rise?" he asked.

"I guess," she murmured.

A small smirk appeared on his face, and he extended his hand, wrapping it around her smaller ones and warming them. They sat there, without saying another word as the skies started to brighten considerably. Yet, the silence was comforting, especially after that unsettling dream she just had, and she realized with a start that she would not mind sitting there with him for the rest of her life.

Right before the sun peeked over the horizon, he turned her face towards him with his free hand. Their lips met, and Hermione sighed, closing her eyes.

The loss she felt during the dream when she returned to the future was real, and she acknowledged it. It might happen one day, when she was forced to return to the future and leave him forever. However, the best she could do right now was live in the moment and cherish every second she had with him.

After all, there were no guarantees when she would be forced to wake up from this particular dream.

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