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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 years Hermione found friends at Hogwarts and carved a place out for herself among the other Gryffindors. Tom turned out to be right when he called Hogwarts home. After their fifth year Hermione started to spend her summers with the friends and so did Tom.
In public Tom treated her with little interest except academic. They went back and fourth being the top of the class so they were paired in most of the classes they had together. Outside of public eye though he only became more persistent in his pursuit for her.
During the summer between their fifth and sixth year Mrs. Perwett decided it was high time Hermione put a little effort into her looks. She was a harsh task mistress as she made the bookish girl practice putting her bangs up into liberty curls and settling her frize into soft waves every day before she was allowed to read. At the end of that summer the woman rewarded Hermione by straightening and sizing her over large front teeth.
This had two main effects for her sixth year. The first was that many of the boys from other houses now wished to pay attention to her for some ridiculous reason. The second was that many of those same boys had to visit the hospital wing with mysterious injuries.
Hermione beamed as she stepped onto the train for her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. She greeted friends as she walked down the corridor slowly to her cabin. She really couldn’t wait to get changed and pin her newly polished Head Girl badge on so everyone could see. Not only would it be useful for many of the apprenticeships she was thinking about for next year, she planned to do her best for the school with the honor they had bestowed her.
When she opened the Head’s personal cabin a familiar smirk shined back at her.
“We are going to have a lot of reason to spend time together this year pet.” Tom said as she casually lunged across one of the seats waiting for her.
“Don’t you ever give up Riddle?” She asked in as cold a tone as she could muster.
“Not until I have what I want.” He told answered the way he always did.
“Are you going to take this responsibility seriously at least?” She asked as she looked for a way to get into her trunk without leaning over his longing figure.
“You wound me, I always take things as seriously as they deserve.”
“You didn’t even look at the book for Slughorn’s final exam last year!” She reminded him as she was still irritated over the fact he had scored better than her.
“As much seriousness as it deserved.” He said as his hand darted out and he pulled her onto his lap.
“Let go!” She said push against his chest and trying to get to her feet.
“Hermione, will you at least admit that I am the closest thing you have to an intellectual equal in this world? I mean I do surpass you, but that is what you deserve.” He said cooling pushing waves of golden brown off her neck.
She rolled her eyes and just glared at him without answering. She had learned over the years that witting comebacks only encouraged him. He sighed when he realized she didn’t want to play along and released her so she could move off his lap.
Once she had move back onto her own feet she straightened out her skirt before crossing her arms. “You are in my way.” She said motioning to her trunk with her head.
“You can ask more nicely than that. I know you have to have manors somewhere in there mudblood.” He said grinning at her. “Better hurry up or we will be late for our meeting with the Prefects.”
Hermione sighed. “Will you please move out of my way so I can get changed?” She asked in a irritated voice.
“That depends, where will you be changing?” He asked as he ran his eyes over her just to make her feel uncomfortable.
“Tom!” She growled and stomped her foot.
He grinned more widely. “I love it when you scream my name.” He said getting to his feet. “I’ll meet you in the Prefects carriage.” he said before leaving her to change.
Tom seemed to be letting her take the lead with the Prefects and that worried her. She glanced at him every so often and saw him watching with what would look like disinterest to most anyone else. But she had been watching Tom for a long time now, and she knew when he was taking in a room. She wondered what he was up to.
Later, after the great feast and she had helped get the first years to their dorms she made her way up to the Head’s suite. They had private rooms, with a joined common room. She was excited to have her own room for the first time she could remember and she planned to not let Tom ruin it for her.
She had expected him to be in the common room when she entered, expected him to be lounging as he always did and waiting with a smirk on his lips. When he wasn’t there she wondered if he was still down with the Slytherins and a smile turned up the edges of her mouth as the idea he was taking his job seriously for once.
Just as she was about to head to her room to change she heard a sound from behind his closed door. With a frown she headed over to listen more closely, wondering what he could have in his room. When she pressed her ear against the door she heard much more clearly.
“Oh god…” It was a female voice and Hermione blushed crimson as she realized what she must be listening to, but she couldn’t seem to get herself to move away. “Tom please!”
“I told you what would happen if you talked. I don’t need that nosy Granger in my business.” Tom snapped and there was a sound of flesh being smacked hard.
The woman whimpered, but it ended in a moan that made Hermione flush from head to toe. She stepped back from the door and nearly ran to her room to get away from the idea of what he was doing so very close.
As she changed into her sleeping clothes and brushed out her curls she did long arithmancy equations in her head so that she didn’t have to think about anything else. As she layed in her bed waiting for sleep to come she tried to keep her mind rolling over plans and academics, but imagines of Tom Riddle naked above the unknown girl soon floated to the surface.
Since she didn’t know who the girl was exactly her mind filled in some perfectly sculpted beauty. She looked like many of the girls she had seen Tom with over the years. As she slipped into darkness of sleep it was only his face that burned into her mind.
She felt cool smooth lips against the column of her neck. Long precise fingers brushed the skin of her thighs as he pushed her dress up her form.
“Hermione…” He breathed against her neck, letting his breath tickle her skin. “You are being naughty.”
“Humm?” She asked as she opened her eyes slowly to take in her surroundings. She was in a large open room that was oddly familiar, but she knew she had never actually seen it. He rolled off of her as she sat up to look around suddenly. “This is the Chamber of Secrets.” She told the man who now laid next to her.
He gave her his beautiful smile as she nodded. Tom looked at her like a starving man looked at a feast. “Stop thinking so much.” he told her as he moved to push her back down onto the bed.
“You’re Voldemort.” She told him as if he didn’t know.
“Lord Voldemort.” he corrected which made her roll her eyes.
“How do I know that? How am I here?” She asked as she let him push her down and move on top of her like it was where she belonged.
“They can’t hide the knowledge from your dreams, now stop thinking so much. We are here for a much better reason than talking.” he reminded her as he leaned down to kiss her neck.
“I don’t want you like this!” She told him as her chin tilted up to give him better access to her neck.
“You don’t?” Voldemort asked as he moved back to look her in the eyes. “I are a horrible liar.” He told her matter of factly. “You should really leave it to the professionals.”
“I’m not lying, I am only having a sex dream because you were having…”
“You wanted to be her.” he whispered in her ear. “You want to feel my hands on her body. You want me to fuck you until that brilliant mind of yours stops working. Just admit it, we are all friends here.”
“You’re evil!” She tried she counter as he pushed the dress further up her form. “Why would I want you?”
“I’m brilliant, and you need a man to take control. A man strong enough to take control from you. You don’t want to have to be weaker than you are to have a man who can handle you. I’m really your only option.” Tom said as she ran light fingers up and down her neck.
She couldn’t deny how good it felt to have him on top of her, but she tried to shake off the little thrills his touch sent through her skin. “This isn’t real.” She said trying another tactic.
“No, it isn’t, which is all the more reason to enjoy it.” He cooed, his hands now sliding down her arms to her wrists. “Don’t make me punish you.”
Suddenly ropes like snakes shot of the bed twisting around her wrist and ankles. In one swift movement they had her spread eagle on the bed below him. Her heart was racing as she tested the bonds and found the solid.
“What did you do?” She snapped shaking below him.
“Only what you wanted me to.” He said with a wide smile as he looked down at her prone form. “Give into your desire pet…. I promise you will enjoy it.”
“I don’t like when you call me that.” She told him as her resistance was starting to break. He was right after all, this was a dream, how would it hurt to enjoy herself?
“You do.” He countered.
“Do you have to disagree with everything I say?” She asked glaring up at him.
He smirked as his wand appeared in his hand with a flick of his wrist. “Only when you try to lie to yourself.” He told her before running the hot tip of his wand down the front of her dress to part the front.
Hermione blushed at the way Tom smiled down at her naked body before remembered he was a dream. When she let the idea that this wasn’t really Tom sink in her the pleasure of it faded and so did the dream.
She woke with a whimper, still aroused by the dream, but not in the least bit satisfied by it. She had a sudden rush of anger at Tom for not finishing what he started before she remembered he hadn’t started anything. She took in slow cooling breaths as she tried to relax.
As she lay in bed she heard voices outside her door. She paused for a moment, before her own frustration made her act rashly. She got out of bed and pulled on her robe in a huff before stomping to her door and yanking it open. She wanted to know who the woman had been, but she couldn’t really say why.
A startled woman looked up at Hermione with wide eyes. They were sitting on the couch now, both dressed, though wrinkled. Tom glanced over with a knowing smile as if all was exactly how he had planned it.
With him looking at her with his triumphant grin over the poor girl’s head she could help but let her anger flair.
“No co-ed visitors after curfew!” She snapped and looked to the girl, she didn’t recognize her so she knew she was not in seventh year. “Name and house.” She ordered.
The girl was in such a fright she couldn’t do anything but just shake her head at the Head Girl. “Elizabeth Branstone, Hufflepuff.” Tom supplied with a helpful smile.

“So that is ten points from Slytherin and Hufflepuff.” Hermione said as she locked gazes with the bane of her existence.
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