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His Chance	By : Lou-Snape Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 3990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Please, my lord, please, I'm sorry!" Crabbe was writhing around on the grass, panting from the after effects of the cruciatus curse.
Tom Riddle just looked down at him, disgusted. If Crabbe's family wasn't so useful to have on his side he'd have probably disposed of him a while ago. Crabbe himself was virtually useless, his head was full of air and he had no magical technique to speak of, saying that his brutality and disdain for mudbloods would possibly be useful to Tom in the future. Of course, he didn't want the whole world to know of his plans for mudbloods or himself and his acquaintances hatred for them, which was why Crabbe was currently screaming and panting on the floor. His little slip up with the Granger girl did not look good...and Tom didn't tolerate slip ups.
The rest of his Knights looked on seemingly impassively, some of them had gone quite pale though. They had long since learnt that it wasn't wise to show any reaction to their brothers being tortured, lest they also end up on the receiving end of a dark curse from Tom.
Bored, Tom lifted the curse and allowed Crabbe a few seconds go gather himself before he shuffled to stand next to the rest of his knights.
"And that, my Knights, is what happens when you disobey me. I've said numerous times that we're not to show our disdain for mudbloods while in public, or that old fool Dumbledore will become suspicious." Tom sighed and glared at his knights, speaking of Dumbledore while his magic was still thrumming through him made him want to kill someone. His Knights seemed to cower slightly, obviously feeling his dark magic around them. Tom was very powerful, and when he was angry his magic surrounded him and made the air thick with his murderous rage.
Tom breathed in deeply, trying to calm his temper. It didn't work, however, for through the next hour all that could be heard in the deep depths of the forbidden forest were screams of agony.

Hermione was on her way to a class that many of the Slytherin girls in the common room had been talking about. House Witch Class. It was barbaric, Hermione thought angrily, to have a class which taught girls how to look after the house and apparently please their husbands.
She recalled a conversation she'd had with Victoria.
"But Hermione, how can you not know what House Witch class is? It's one of the most important classes there is! We will of course have house elves, but for those who won't have them, they will be taught how to clean and cook for their husbands while they're working-"
"But what if I want to work!" Hermione exclaimed, angry at the sexist standards of the 1940s.
Victoria gasped, looking scandalized and gripped Hermione's arm "We don't work! Our husbands work, not us."
Hermione seethed "But how come there are female teachers then? and didn't you say the professor of this so-called class was a woman? how was she able to work?"
Victoria furrowed her brows "Hermione, how do you not know all of this? We will be marrying rich pureblood men who will provide for us, there is no need for us to do anything but plan parties and bear the children."
Hermione tried to rein in her temper and just shook her head defiantly, even though she wouldn't be living in 1944 for the rest of her life a year of staying in such a misogynistic time was infuriating to say the least. Her parents were avid supporters of feminism and raised Hermione to be the same way, she was disgusted to be living in such a backwards timeline. "I will work, I don't care what my husband will say about it."
Victoria's eyes widened and she looked in genuine shock "You will struggle to find a husband who will tolerate such behavior."
Hermione fumed "I don't care!" and stalked off to this so called House Witch class with Victoria trailing behind her, she saw Riddle staring at her with a raised eyebrow but ignored him.

Hermione entered the class and took the seat at the back, hoping she could keep her head down and not contribute.
A few seconds later Hermione gasped as the teacher waltzed in. She was stunning, really very breathtaking and radiated sensuality. She looked quite young, perhaps in her twenties or early thirties. She had long glossy blonde hair, pump red lips, high cheek bones and big ice cold blue eyes.. Hermione noted that her robes were very clingy and tight so her big breasts looked like they were almost about to pop out.
As soon as she spoke Hermione almost rolled her eyes, her voice, as expected, was husky and seductive. "Now, girls. You're in seventh year now and almost ready to become house witches. Please tell me what you learnt at the end of last year. Yes, Abigail."
A Gryffindor witch had raised her hand and replied to the teacher in a strong voice "We learnt that we could take on a small job, but only if our husbands find it acceptable. Oh, and that he would control how we spent our wages, lest we get carried away and fritter it like we're so bound to do as women."
Hermione gaped. And stood up, indignantly. "That's preposterous!" she yelled. Everyone gasped and turned to stare at her.
The teacher narrowed her eyes. "I don't believe we've met, I'm Professor Binoche, and you must be Hermione Granger?"
Hermione raised her head defiantly "Yes, I am. And I believe teaching women that they are to cater to the whims of their husbands is dreadful!" She yelled angrily.
"Miss Granger, it is very uncouth for a young lady to raise her voice!" She said shrilly.
"I don't care, I don't want to participate in this class!" Hermione said, very uncharacteristically.
Professor Binoche's jaw clenched fiercely and she shouted loudly "Out! Get out! Go to the headmasters office immediately and tell him how insolent you're being!"
"Get out of this class? with pleasure." She spat and walked out of the classroom, the whole class staring at her in wonder and surprise as she went. She felt slightly juvenile doing it, but she slammed the door loudly behind her.
Hermione went to the Headmasters office, dreading what he was going to say. He seemed quite strict and receiving problems from the new kid on their second day was not going to go down well, especially in this day and age.
She didn't know what the password was, but luckily someone was coming down just in time.
Oh great. It was Tom Riddle. He frowned, "Shouldn't you be in class? Don't you have Professor Binoche?"
"Yes, but she sent me here." Hermione said, in a surprisingly calm voice.
"Why?" he asked, one perfect black eyebrow raised.
"Because I disagreed with what she was filling the girls' heads with. I can't believe some of the things she was saying! Like how you could only work if you let your husband control your wages. Simply preposterous!" Hermione huffed.
Tom Riddle looked surprised and then started to chuckle "You ought to be careful, Hermione, I hear that woman's quite a dragon when she's angry."
Hermione put her hands on her hips and scowled "Well, you clearly haven't seen me when I'm angry."
This caused Tom to laugh harder and gave her an admiring glance then said softly "I'm sure it would be a sight to behold." He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and then walked off, hiding a smirk at her blush, and he called over his shoulder "I'll see you at Lunch."
Hermione gathered her wits and put down the fluttering in her belly to nerves then went up the steps before the Gargoyles closed.
She knocked on the door timidly. "Enter!" A voice shouted.
Hermione walked in and tried to ignore the staring portraits and kept her eyes on the confused headmaster. "Miss Granger, isn't it? How may I help you?"
Hermione felt herself seize up. She'd never been in trouble before, and she felt a bit childish getting into an argument with the professor but she felt very strongly about feminism and couldn't bear to sit in such a class.
Steeling herself, Hermione replied "I was sent here by Professor Binoche..."
"Why, exactly?" He asked, curiously.
Hermione gulped "Um, I, disagree with what she teaches the girls in her class and I got into an argument with her about it."
Professor Binns took in a deep breath and massaged his temples "Miss Granger, I don't know what they were teaching you while you were being Home Schooled, but by Merlin, you don't get into 'arguments' with your professors while at Hogwarts!" as he spoke his voice rose in anger.
Hermione thought it would be best to play her apologetic card, she didn't want to get expelled or else she'd never get close to Riddle. The mission was her main priority. "I realize this, and I profusely apologize. I really do." She downcast her eyes and looked remorseful.
Professor Binns sighed heavily and looked older than he did when she first came in. "You will apologize to Professor Binoche and serve detention till the end of the year. Whatever time and punishment she see's fit. Now go." Hermione thought the punishment was a bit harsh, but she knew that professor binns didn't say no to corporal punishment so she supposed she got off lightly.
"Thank you, sir." She said quietly and exited his office.
She was slightly annoyed that she still obviously had to take the class, it seemed like she didn't have a choice. Sighing, she headed straight to Professor Binoche's office and took a deep breath to prepare herself for what she was going to face.
Hermione was right to dread it. Just as Hermione was about to enter the classroom the students walked out, whispering to eachother when they saw Hermone standing there. When they had all gone, she steeled herself and approached Professor Binoche's desk. The Professor ignored Hermione for about five minutes until she cleared her throat then the professor looked up through narrowed eyes. "I came here to apologize for my behavior earlier. I'm to serve in detention with you for the rest of the year..."
The professor sniffed at Hermione "And why should I waste my time with you?"
Hermione started. She must have pissed this woman off badly for her to say that. "I don't know, because I'm your student and it's your job, perhaps?" Hermione said testily. She gasped after she said that. How unlike me! to be rude to a teacher no less! Hermione was shocked at her behavior and it seemed that the Professor was too as her plump lips opened with a pop and she gasped loudly.
"How dare you speak to me like that! Get out, and I will send someone to you when I decide on your punishment!" She shouted at Hermione.
Hermione quickly rushed out of her classroom and bumped into, strangely enough, Tom Riddle again.
"Tom? What are you doing here?" She asked curiously.
He looked shocked to see her, and another emotion that she couldn't identify, "Oh, just Head Boy duties. I need to speak to Professor Binoche in private. I'll be missing lunch, so I'll see you afterwards." He finished with a winning smile, and entered the classroom, leaving Hermione in the hallway.
Hermione walked to lunch alone, and as she sat down next to the empty space where Riddle would sit she couldn't help but wonder what Head Boy duties he was doing.
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