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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
- 32-Ch 32
- 33-Ch 33
- 34-Ch 34
- 35-Ch 35
- 36-Ch 36
- 37-Ch 37
- 38-Ch 38
- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
- 43-Ch 43
- 44-Ch 44
- 45-Ch 45
- 46-Ch 46
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- 48-Ch 48
- 49-Ch 49
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- 76-Chapter 76
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- 79-Ch 79
- 80-Ch 80
- 54
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They reached the room of
requirement in record time.� Hermione
panting and leaning down on her knees was reminded once again of Lucius telling her that she was
not fit; had no endurance and needed to run daily.� She determined to herself that she would do
just that.� It was unacceptable that she
might find herself in need to run away from something and be unable to.�

Tom who was breathing fast also
but by no means crippled as she was, paced back and forth in front of the wall
till the door appeared and then dragged her inside quickly.��

He stopped dead and looked around curiously.�

Wondering why they�d stopped just
inside the door Hermione raised her head.��
She was inside her room in the Dark Lord�s castle.�

For a single crazed moment she thought she�d somehow gone back to her own
time.�

�Where are we?� Tom asked
faintly.� �Is this your room in your
time?� I asked for a place you could feel
safe and comfortable.��

Hermione nodded.� �This is my room.��

He walked over to the large
windows and gazed out. �Where are we?��

She recovered her breath, trudging to the bed and tossing herself onto it.� �I haven�t the foggiest notion� she said,
muffled by the covers.��

After a minute or so a movement informed her that Tom had climbed onto the bed
beside her.�

�It�s a pity that twit didn�t
offer us a proper lunch� he complained faintly.�
�If I�m found in this castle anywhere, Dumbledore will drag me back to the orphanage bodily.�

If, that is, he doesn�t try to have me expelled.�

Hermione groaned.� �Having to go there again to get you would be
really risky now.� �Tom was silent.

�Nine days of fasting then?� he
said quietly.�

She scowled at the blankets.� It wasn�t like she hadn�t gone without food before.�� She had many times in fact.� But Tom was hungry.� He only had a sandwich and some sugar
yesterday.�

She felt a faint guilt.� He�d brought her
part of his meals in the orphanage though she was damn sure he didn�t get given
much.�

She winched herself up to her hands and knees.

�No.. We�re in the room of requirement.� There are other ways to get food��

Tom raised a challenging eyebrow.
�The room cannot conjure real food.. just as we cannot.��

She sighed and closed her
eyes.� �I need a door that goes to the
place where the food he wants is� she thought silently over and over.��

Next to the door into the room a yellow coloured door appeared.� Tom got up, interested.

She headed him off and reached it before him.�

�Don�t..ever.. leave
the doorway.� If you do, it disappears
and you�re stuck wherever it leads!� she warned him.�

Opening the door she felt like
turning around and punching Tom.� The
door opened into the little bakery on the street in Berlin.�

She grimaced and summoned as much
bread as she could in the space of a few seconds and then slammed the door
quickly while the bakery assistant looked at her with wide terrified eyes.�

Tom behind her was walking around collecting up the bread.�� He pressed a couple of round woven rolls
thoughtfully.�

�We should do that in the morning tomorrow when it�s freshly baked. ��

Hermione rolled her eyes.� �How about we don�t open a portal to almost the very place Grindelwald
found us?�

You do know that while I hold the door open we can be seen?!� Standing in the doorway, someone could
actually come through into this room.��

Tom�s eyes glittered.�

�Really.. I
never knew this ..useful.. place
could do that.� I will keep that in mind.��

Hermione snorted.� She was certain he would.�

He�d probably use it at the worst possible time to do something truly
terrible.�

The bread in his arms didnt appeal
to her either.� ..bread.� pff..� Hardly the greatest food in
the world.�

If you were in this room there was no
need to subsist on bread and water.�

She closed the door and
concentrated.� A red door appeared next
to it.�

Swallowing nervously she opened it to find a bustling kitchen.� It was steamy and four asian men seemed entirely preoccupied with the meals
they prepared.�

Tom at her shoulder looked into the room with mild astonishment.�

They both stood very still and quiet and then the Chinese man in the back on
the left lifted his wok and emptied it into a large bowl.� At that point she accioed the bowl and
slammed the door.�

As the bowl had floated up into the air toward the door in
the air, the chef had looked around and seen them, panicking and shouting in
alarm, causing the others to turn too and start screaming.�

She imagined they thought she and Tom were some kind of evil spirits.�

If it was just Tom, they might be
right, she mused.�

What would they have thought if her Tom had stood there with glowing red
eyes?!��

She claimed her large bowl from
the air happily and walked to the table by the window.

Tom was peering at the food in her hands with interest.� �This is what the Chinese eat?� he asked, curiously.�

She shook her head.�

�This is probably from a restaurant in America. The actual Chinese didn�t eat
stir fried egg noodles with pork and prawns at this time.��

He seemed even more interested, if possible.�

She smiled as two sets of
chopsticks and small bowls appeared on the table.�

Ah.� This should be fun, she thought.�

Tom inspected the sticks with suspicion.�

She picked hers up easily and transported a piece of pork into her mouth.� It was delicious and hot.�

He looked at her fingers around the chopsticks and tried to imitate them.� She smirked as he failed at first, either
dropping the sticks or being unable to lift anything with them.�

He watched her some more as she pinched a large curl of noodles into her
bowl.�

She was mildly impressed when he figured out the trick of how to use chopsticks
after only a minute and began to eat with satisfaction.�

�This isn�t half bad!� he
complimented.�

�Better than bread� she said
ruefully.� �Maybe we can get pizza tomorrow��

He furrowed his brows at her suggestion.�
She just smiled and ate with enjoyment.�

When they were done, the meal
vanished.� Tom sat back in his chair
looking out the window at the afternoon sun.�

The warm bright light on his face was unusual she thought.� He was striking in near darkness.. it suited his complexion.� He looked like a dark mysterious ruler.� In the sun, his blue eyes shone however and
he seemed quite different.�

It was strange to not see him squinting slightly in the light. �

�I�m going to have a shower� she
declared and got up.�

He looked at her with interest,
following her progress into the bathroom with his eyes.�

She blinked under the bright open sky of her bathroom.� A single white fluffy cloud sailed overhead
in the enchantment.� As she turned the
shower on Tom came in.� He looked upward
with surprise.�

�You asked the room of requirement
for this?� he wondered aloud.�

�No.� This is just the way my bathroom is.� She
responded noncommittally, facing away from him, removing her cardigan.�

After a long moment�s hesitation she drew her dress up over her head and
dropped it on the floor next to her cardigan.�
Her underwear was black, she noted disinterestedly as she put her hands
behind her to remove her bra.�

Warm hands stilled her movements and drew her own away.�

She felt Tom standing right behind
her and then her bra fell away open.� She
drew it down her arms and tossed it onto the pile of clothes.��

A hand lifted her hair, pulling it behind her out of the way and then the tall
boy behind her began to press small kisses to her neck and shoulder.�

She shivered, biting her lip as his other hand grazed over her skin, sliding
around her abdomen and holding her to him.�

�I am...very...pleased...you are here...Maia�� he murmured between kisses. �His hand slid into her hair and gripped it,
turning her head gently but firmly till he could kiss her.�

She sighed happily.� There was nowhere
she preferred being than with Tom.� In any form. ��

He turned her and vanished their remaining clothing, looking over her body with
a possessive hunger.� She returned the
favour and opened the shower, stepping inside.�

Severus shampoo stood on the shelf she thankfully noted as Tom followed her
into the glass box and pulled her under the spray with him, Mmming
contentedly as the hot water fell over both their skins.�

Apparently at Tom�s requirement, a second showerhead grew out of the wall behind
her, more effectively covering them both in warm water.�

They relaxed in each other�s arms, her head on Tom�s shoulder.�

She could feel his erection hard against her thigh but for the moment it
appeared he was content to hold her.�

When, after a few minutes, his hand slid slowly, lingeringly, down her slick
skin, over her hip and onto her thigh she figured that this contentment had
abated.

�Turn around for me� he said
quietly.� �bend...��

She snorted inwardly.� Apparently the Dark Lord had learned foreplay
when he was older.� He must be very used
to immediate adoring compliance at this age. �

She obeyed, leaning down and bracing herself on the slate shelf.�

His hands caressed her lower back.. her ass. �He nudged with his foot and she widened her
stance.� She jumped only slightly when
she felt his hand move over her pussy, fingers probing her.�

He found her clit with no difficulty and set to teasing it..
rubbing and stroking it between his first two
fingers.�

The comment about foreplay was perhaps a little
premature she amended.� He definitely
knew what he was doing there.�

He played her expertly till she was rocking her hips and breathing fast, hoping
to hell that he didn�t stop doing that.. for just another minute..�

He didn�t, as it turned out.. He brought her swiftly
to a small but satisfying climax.�

She moaned softly, grinding against his fingers convulsively. A small tingle of
magic alerted her that he�d cast a contraceptive charm.

Only then did he press himself to
her entrance and, gripping her hip hard in one hand, push himself inside
her.�

His overwhelmed exhalation as he seated himself was gratifying; His breathing
faster now.� �Merlin..you�re
so hot and-....� he gasped low.

Both hands on her hips, he started to move slowly, dragging himself out and
pushing faster back in.� She heard him
breathing slightly raggedly.

She was already excited from his fingers and swayed her back pressing up and back
against him on each stroke.� He groaned low
and thrust a bit faster.�

Dropping one of her own hands
between her legs she played with her clit, gasping and humming in pleasure as
he pumped in her.

He always felt like he fit into her perfectly..as if
he was made for her.� But this position
was difficult to come in.. she
liked the extra stimulation. �

He growled low, seeing what she was doing and his hands on her hips tightened.

He started to lay into her, snapping his pelvis and stabbing at the entrance of
her womb sharply with each thrust.�

She whimpered but the pain felt
good.� �more..�
she whined.� �want..
something...�

she
realised with a start what it was and felt shocked and disgusted with
herself.� She wanted him to hurt
her.� She wanted... she wanted him to curse her.�

Tom didn�t seem to realise,
thankfully and merely hammered her even harder.�

The combination of her finger and his cock brought her off soon thereafter,
crying out her bliss.� Tom groaned behind
her, his fingers digging into her hips painfully and cursed effusively, coming
against his own will seconds later.� He� jolted in her, his
movements sporadic, galvanic, punctuated by gasps.�

He drew out of her carefully, flinching.�
She thought again that his cock must be very sensitive after he
came.�

Trying to catch her breath, it seemed
like it would be a great plan to just let herself slip
to the floor of the shower now and lean against the wall; but Tom�s hand
suddenly stroked up her spine possessively and gripped the back of her neck,
massaging a little, convincing her that such weakness would not be
approved.��

She forced her limp limbs into obedience and pushed herself upright off the
shelf, turning her flushed face to him.�

He was resplendent.� His black hair slicked down around his face
and blue eyes sparkling.�

The water glanced off him and glistened down his pale strong chest and
shoulders as she looked on appreciatively.�

Beautiful beautiful Tom...�

He seemed to search her face.�

�You have given your body to me in your time also..haven�t
you?� he asked softly.�

It was barely a question.�

She hesitated and nodded.� A strange
quirk lifted the corners of his mouth. �

�What are you to me?� Merely
another servant?� I begin to
wonder..� More
to the point..how old
am I in your time?!� he mused, looking at her curiously.�

She shuttered her eyes and looked
away quickly. �You know I can�t answer.��

He nodded absently but looked
thoughtful.� �No matter..
It was an idle curiosity� he replied.� �Pass
the soap��

She complied, happy to have the
topic so easily dropped.� While he washed
himself she used the shampoo and then they swapped.

Again, it felt so easy and automatic to cooperate with him!

Later on they sat in her chairs by
the fire reading from the books in her library.�

Tom had been excited when he had had a chance to look over the shelves.� From the look on his face she doubted she�d
be able to pull him out of a book for the next couple of days till school
started.�

She wondered whether he�d put
these books into her bookcases in the future knowing that he�d read them.�

Of course he had.� No wonder there were
so many dark arts texts.�

It was peculiar. As if he were teaching himself.�

The notion was confusing.�

He learned these things because they were here, they were here because he was
going to put them here..

it was as if the ideas in these books had introduced themselves. The situation created itself
� there was no true origin to it.�

She read a
potions text at first, till she realised that she didn�t have to
restrict herself to potions anymore.� She
could use magic again.�

She retrieved morgana le feys
diary, noting Tom�s distant look of approval.�

They whiled away the rest of the
evening and most of the night reading in the comfy chairs by the fire.� Eventually she took herself off to bed and
left Tom still reading.�

She gave him a good night kiss on the corner of his mouth which he tolerated,
smiling faintly, but did not return, his eyes never ceasing in their swift back
and forth movements as he devoured the book on ancient Arabian binding
spells.�

She fell asleep quickly and in the morning she looked up blearily and
discovered he was still in the chair.� A
small stack of texts on the floor beside the chair and a half emptied row in
the bookcase displayed his swift progress.�

She rolled over and sighed, remembering when, not even that long ago, she would
have been the same way � she would have powered through the library as if there
were no tomorrow.�

She realised she would probably need to find that part of herself again soon if
she could � she was about to be a student again.�

The thought was alien.�

She had only just embraced the idea that she would never have her NEWTs � she
would be a potions mistress someday instead probably..
and now... now she would need to channel bookworm Hermione
and get back into the frame of mind where every faint smudge away from absolute
excellence was a threat to her future.�

If she never risked throwing
herself through time to return, she realised, she would have to actually make a
life for herself here..�

It wasn�t as disturbing an idea as
it probably should have been.�

She would have to stand by and watch while Tom did and ordered terrible
things... god.. she�d have to
watch him go and try to kill Harry.. lose his body.. she wouldn�t be able to do anything.�

Cause if she had then it wouldn�t have happened and it clearly did happen.�

She couldn�t stand by and watch
everything like that.�

She must at some point in the future figure out a way back, she decided.� The alternative was just impossibly ridiculous.

After she got up and showered and
dressed in a dark purple and ivory robe from her wardrobe (Tom had not even
looked up since she rose) she thought again about Lucius�
criticism.�

It took a little bit of
concentration and she created an open arch in the back wall leading to a bright
summery forest.� Not a magical forest
like the dark and threatening one outside the castle, simply a pleasant autumn
trail, such as might be found in a national park.�

When she strolled toward it in trainers the room provided, Tom looked up

�What are you doing?!� Where does that lead?!� he demanded
alarmed.�

�It�s not real� she reassured
him.� �It�s just part of the room, not a
portal out of it.� Don�t worry.��

He looked back to his page
immediately, no longer interested.�

She walked around the forest most
of the day enjoying the sunlight and the breeze.� It was crazy how elaborate this room could
become.� She had a view part of the time
over hills and a stream winding through a valley.�

When her mark twinged for a second she thought about
returning and found a short cut that, counter to all geographical logic,
brought her back to the arch and her room after only a few turns.��

Tom looked up absently when she came in.

�Good.. I
was wondering if you would come when called.�
I should have known.� You are..well-trained... �

Procure us some lunch.� I want to
continue reading � so choose something that does not require too much attention
if you please.�

She rolled her eyes slightly.� I�m a house elf now, she thought.��

She managed to acquire a deep dish pizza from America and produced it for
him.� He seemed to like it well enough,
although he hardly bothered to look at her twice, eating with one hand and
turning pages with the other slowly.�

After lunch she sat down and read with him for the rest of the day.�

When she got up eventually to go
to bed she was surprised to find him putting down his book and joining
her.�

She needn�t have been surprised.� After
he had fucked her into a screaming climax he scourgified them both and went
back to his chair and the book.�

She frowned after him.� Did he just not sleep
at all?!�

The next week proceeded in much the same
fashion.� Tom seemed anxious to read as
much of the library as he possibly could, as if he might never find his way
back to it.�

She worried for him a little.� He had
black rings under his eyes and a determined set to his face as he forced
himself to consume the tomes without pause.�

He only seemed to stop for brief rough bouts of sex.� Every meal was consumed while reading.�

On the evening of the ninth day, knowing that they would have to �return� to
Hogwarts in the morning, she carefully and surreptitiously drew a tiny amount
of raw magic and thought about healing him.�

He did seem to relax somewhat afterward and rolled his shoulders
stretching.� He looked up at the
bookcases.� He had managed to finish just
over three quarters.

�Ugh.. my back is killing me� he complained. �Tell me you�re also
versed in massage and I�ll consider you the perfect witch..�

She shook her head, smiling.� �Never even tried.
Sorry.� You should come to bed anyway.� Tomorrow..could be
difficult.� I don�t know what will happen
if the headmaster refuses to let me stay.��

Tom huffed slightly. �Don�t worry
about Dippet.� The man is very nearly a sock
puppet.�

Dumbledore is the one we must be concerned about. Perhaps there is some way to
distract him or..��

He paused and seemed to remember
something that bothered him�

�Why did you tell Grindelwald that Dumbledore told you about him?� He seemed bothered � what did he think Dumbledore
might have said?�

You obviously weren�t surprised � Did Dumbledore
actually tell you about him in your time?�
It seems unlikely � but you said you were a Gryffindor.� The man obviously favours his own house.�

What do you know?! �Tell me!� And don�t give me any strife about the
timeline.

If Dumbledore has been so foolish to tell you something we can use against him,
you will tell me.� �

Hermione bit her tongue.� Was there really any way to know exactly how
much Tom Riddle had known about professor Dumbledore?�

She tried to remember if anyone had ever made any comments that might reveal
that she�d told him the little facts she�d learned from books and professor McGonagall
after Professor Dumbledore had been killed.�

It was impossible to say.�

Tom had always been rather circumspect regarding Dumbledore � he referred to
him as a puppetmaster but hadn�t really said anything
further.�

She shrugged.� �They were friends when they were
younger.� They worked on a book together
before they had a big argument and Dumbledore vowed never to speak to Grindelwald again.��

Tom continued to look at her with
a faintly surprised, enquiring expression.�

He raised an eyebrow a fraction, subtly indicating that she should elaborate.

�That�s all.� She lied
blatantly.�

He snorted.� �You are an amazingly bad liar Maia.� It
showcases how you might have been sorted into the house long known for
producing valiant sanctimonious idiots.��

She bristled a bit. She wasn�t
sanctimonious and she certainly wasn�t an idiot.� Gryffindors weren�t-..

she thought about Harry..before
he�d become Lord Harry..and Ron.. and
Seamus.. even poor Neville.� Ginny, she wondered, might have been better
suited in Slytherin.. but
then � she hadn�t been a snake till she came across Tom�s diary perhaps.� And she was hardly subtle in her whoring
across half the boys in Hogwarts.� Harry
was just a bit of a drip or too enamored to notice
really.��

She grudgingly conceded that Tom might have a small portion of rightness in his
statement.�

Why had she been sorted there.� Surely she
wasn�t like that?!

She.. she could lie!�

Of course she could.�

Perhaps outright lies were a
little difficult but she could obfuscate the truth with the best of them.�

�Dumbledore was a Gryffindor.� The man is many things but an idiot isn�t one
of them� she said snippishly.

Tom nodded slowly as if conceding her point.�

�Perhaps.� I
take back my slur on your..fine..former
house.� Tell me what I want to
know.��

She got up from the chair.� �I�ll tell you if you come to bed and
actually stay and sleep.��

The boy�s face tightened in
annoyance.�

�I want to finish reading.� Tell me and you
can go to sleep without excruciating pain waking you each time you move��

She frowned back.� She could just heal herself if he did cruciate her but then she�d have to pretend to be in pain
or he�d be suspicious and that would keep her up all night faking being
asleep.�

Hell no.�

�Fine..�
she gritted out through her teeth, annoyed at the small dark satisfied smirk he
shot her.�

�After Dumbledore graduated, Grindelwald just
happened to move into the area where he lived.�
They became friends probably because they shared some views of certain
things.�

Dumbledores sister was hurt by muggles
somehow.� I don�t know the details.. but they were writing a book
together about how wizardkind should rise up and
dominate muggles. It was very bad stuff.��

Tom looked like a child handed a
puppy.� �Dumbles
wants to destroy muggles?!�� he asked
incredulously.�

Hermione crinkled her forehead. �No.
or.. maybe he did when he was
our age.. I don�t know.� I don�t think so
� I think he just thought they should be ruled by wizards.�

It doesn�t matter anyway. He doesn�t think that now.� His younger brother found out what they were
working on and there was a huge fight.�
They all duelled and his sister was killed somehow.

Dumbledore blamed Grindelwald and vowed never to
speak to him again.� And that�s all I
know.��

Tom snorted and flicked out his
wand, pointing it at her.� �All?��

She stamped her foot in temper. �Aaugh.� It doesn�t matter.� It was just
hearsay.� There�s no proof.�

He gestured with his wand, smiling
� obviously enjoying her impotent protests.�
�What was hearsay?� he
prompted with innocent enquiry on his face.

Sexy horrible jerk she thought to herself.�
He bloody managed to look even more gorgeous when he was threatening
you.�

It shouldn�t be allowed for something like that to be the case.�

�It was implied to me..� she said carefully,
emphasising how flimsy, in her opinion, the rumour might be �that Dumbledore
might be homosexual and that he had ..fancied.. Grindelwald or something.� That
he had affection for him in any case
and-�

she stopped before mentioning that Dumbledore had been the one who had
eventually rid the world of Grindelwald and Minerva
had said one night after his own death that she thought he might have regretted
it sometimes�

�-and I don�t know how close they might have been.�

Grindelwald was looking at you with a bit more than casual regard.� I have no idea if the man swings both
ways.�

I do know Dumbledore never..appeared.. to be involved with anyone at all as far as I could tell,
right up to his death.��

Tom had looked surprised,
overjoyed in fact.. this look
only increased when she told him Dumbledore had died in her time.

She could see him wanting to ask all about it.�

He didn�t however.� He rested his hand on
the arm of his chair and stroked a contemplative finger over his lips.�

�That is useful to know indeed..� he murmured against his finger, his eyes alight, staring
into the fire.�

�You can go to bed now� he added, dismissing her with an imperious wave of his
other hand.�

She folded her arms and stomped
off to bed obediently.

When she lay with her face against the pillow in the large bed looking at him,
he still had not moved. She thought she saw him snort in amusement at one
point.�

Eventually she closed her eyes and
went to sleep.�

Hands on her body.. gently turning her, slipping
over her breasts, cradling her neck.��
She reacted half asleep, kissing the lips that pressed against her
own.�

�Mmmm� she murmured into the mouth..the
tongue tangled with her own.� �Tom� she sang happily in her mind.�

She opened herself to the body above her and stretched, moaning as he entered
her quickly, plunging deep.� She moved
against him readily and opened her eyes to appreciate the dark hungry look he
always gifted her with.�

Pale blue eyes stared down at her
with interest; Corn blonde curls falling to the broad shoulders of the man
currently thrusting into her with effortless, toe-curling art.�

She screamed at the top of her
lungs and tried to fight him off.�

Her wrists were gripped and
pressed down to the bed beside her and Tom�s velvet voice soothed her,
smirking.� �Shhhh...
It�s me.� Calm down.��

�I shouldn�t have scared you.. but i
couldn�t resist seeing how you�d react.��
He leaned down and pressed small kisses to her lips, starting to move in
her again slowly.�

She felt furious!� If he released her wrists she was going to
bloody punch him in his stupid nose!�
BASTARD!�

She cried out as the cruciatus spread from her mark, jolting her entire body.� It stopped almost as soon as it started when
the thought left her head in reaction.�

�fuck�..�
he�d bloody taken that aspect of Harry�s mark
too?!

She raged internally but kept her thoughts away from thinking about violently
attacking the man in bed with her. �

Tom above her had stopped moving
shocked as she�d spasmed and screamed and looked at her with alarm.�

�I�m fairly sure that I didn�t just cruciate you.� Or.. at least.. I didn�t intend to..� He frowned confused.

She glared at him.�

It was probably better he didn�t know that she was actually physically
incapable of harming him.

�It was nothing.� Delayed after effect of the
spell that brought me here, probably.�

He snorted and actually laughed at
her then leaned down and kissed her affectionately.

�Oh..Gryffindor..you do amuse
me.� Now..tell
me what happened.� He continued to kiss and nuzzle her cheek, waiting, rocking
in her only the tiniest amount, tantalizingly.�

She scowled and looked away.�

�The mark..
makes it uncomfortable...
for me to think about hurting you.�

She growled the words at the wall and he tilted his head wonderingly and then
released her wrists, turning her face back toward him with the fingertips of
one hand.�

He looked..disturbing.. like
this.� Like a young version of Grindelwald.. which
was obviously his intent.�

He kissed her gently....achingly, starting to slide in and out of her body once
again, but now somehow more tenderly.�

He folded his arms around her and fucked her slow and easy till she fell apart
in his embrace, pulling him along with her.�
His head fell to the curve of her neck and he kissed her, breathing raggedly.�

She felt...confused.�

Well actually she felt bloody amazing.. but still confused.�
She wasn�t angry with him anymore.

What the hell did telling him she�d been thinking about hurting him make him do
that for?!�

He unwrapped
sweat slicked limbs from around her, leaning on his hands over her, looking
down into her eyes.�

�Such a fortunate accident to have
thrown you into my lap� he said and got up onto his knees, straddling her damp
body.� �It is ..freeing.. to
know that irrespective what I might do.. you will
never turn on me.� You cannot even so
much as defend yourself against me.� �A strange look crossed his face.�

�I will try never to forget..�

He got up out of the bed,
stretching expansively, the pale morning light from the window accenting the
small curves of his young lean muscles.�

He was..attractive.. as a
proto-Grindelwald too.� Just not as attractive, in her opinion, as he
was as Tom.�

He looked like another person.. it
was only the graceful controlled movements, which were typically Tom, that betrayed
him.�

�Do you think that my new look
will be popular among the students?� he asked her seriously.� �I was quite the heartthrob before, if I do say so myself.��

She felt a prick of jealousy and
folded her arms, not answering his question.�

�You look just like who you apparently want to look like.� I�m sure the man in question would probably
find it quite funny.�

The eyes are too much though. Your own are already blue. It�s not
necessary.� If you glamour your eyes it
makes it obvious - and you should transfigure
rather than glamour your hair if you really want to pretend you just felt like
a change..��

Tom snickered. �I take it you do
not approve?� He shook his hair slightly.�

Seeing ..golden tresses.. on
this boy was just disturbing.

She shrugged peevishly and got
up.� �What time is it in Hogwarts?� she
asked him.�

He frowned, looking at the midday
sun through the window and then started. �We do not know where this room is
located!!��

A clock appeared on the wall above the door showing that it was ten am.� They both relaxed.�

�It appears this room is eastward of Hogwarts at any rate� he stated
unnecessarily. �We have plenty of time before the older students return this
afternoon��

They both showered and sat down in
their towels to eat hastily stolen croissants from France with butter.

�I�ve decided that I shall find you at the gates when I arrive with the knight
bus.� I�ll take you in to see the
headmaster.� Tom said out of the blue.�

�Your story was..convincing enough.� Family dead, on the run from Grindelwald etcetera.. it�s a sufficient reason to offer you a scholarship...or at
least the chance to take entrance exams.��

She grimaced at the thought of
going outside the wards of Hogwarts..even for a moment,
but nodded reluctantly.�

If anyone were to see them..and in this place there
was always someone to see one do
things.. it would look better if Tom happened upon her
by chance.�

�You won�t have to wait there
long.� He reassured her.�

She nodded tightly.��

While he dressed in a uniform the
room provided she put on a threadbare black robe that turned up for her.� She supposed it would be what she
required.�

The room had..kindly.. provided
her with some equally tired and basic cotton underwear.� She had scourgified them with distaste before
she�d donned them.�

Tom looked at her, dressed in near
rags, old beaten leather shoes without socks on her feet.� He smirked.�
�You look like refuse��

She knew it herself and folded her
arms tightly.� �Let�s bloody get this
over with.� She growled.�

He sighed.� �Make sure you remain disillusioned and only
appear at the gates.� You walked from Hogsmeade.
Took muggle transport, using confundus
charms.� � cast the confundus five or six times now.� They won�t check but, you never know.��

She did so.�

�I should be there in perhaps fifteen minutes at the most.� Tom assured her,
walking to the wall where a new grey door was appearing.� �I�ll leave as soon as the bus finds me�

She nodded mutely, feeling
unaccountably afraid to see him leaving.�
Moments later he was gone.�

She walked around the room feeling
antsy and impatient.� She knew she should
go down to the gates but was afraid to do so.�

Wandering to the window she saw the grey lake below looked almost blue and
enticing in the sun.�

Her eye wandered, as it ever did now, to the place she�d stood with Lucius and Rodolphus.�

At least she�d brought Lucius back.�

Maybe Tom had killed him
again.� It would be a pity if he
had.� It bloody hurt like a bitch
bringing him back and it would be a waste if it were for nothing.�

She turned and trudged� to the wall, calling into existence a
door that would take her to the bushes at the side of the front gate to
Hogwarts.�

Taking a breath she stepped through.�

The warm sun greeted her.� It was going to be another lovely day.� She turned her translucent face up to the sky
briefly.�

The door behind her had gone of course and she looked around, her face tense.� The dusty road seemed empty.�

The entire summer scene looked innocuous and peaceful.� She could hear.. something.. cicadalike
chirping in the forest at distance.�

Reassured, against her own better judgement, she slunk to the gates and leaned
against them. The black metal was warm from the sun.�

She stared off down the road toward the bend that would curve down the valley
toward Hogsmeade and dropped her disillusionment charm.

�hurry up
Tom� she berated internally.�

A flutter and a bright flash of
colour made her blink and shy away.�

The small parrot flapped in the
air, hovering with difficulty as she gaped and froze in terror. It chirped
demandingly but she didn�t hold out a hand for it to perch on.�

Who knew what it would do?!� Dumbledore�s
phoenix could carry three people.�

This wasn�t an average parrot either she�d wager or the man who owned it would
hardly be interested in keeping it.

She whirled, looking around
everywhere, wanting to yell out for whoever was there..
for Grindelwald.. to come out.. but she didn�t want
to do that just in case he did come
out.�

no.. stay wherever you are,
she pleaded.� Just a minute.. two minutes.� Tom will come!�

The parrot flapping at her side
chirped angrily and fluttered up to perch on the crossbar of the gates and look
down at her.�

She stood, petrified, back up against the gates, scanning the area for another
slow agonizing minute.�

If the bird is here.. the man is probably here too,
her fear told her.�

Grindelwald
has better things to do than skulk around outside a closed boarding school, her
reason supplied. He probably sent the bird to watch for me.��

She looked up at the parrot which
twittered defensively.�

Hesitantly, hoping she might be right, she summoned a couple of leaves from the
bushes and transfigured them surreptitiously into a small square of parchment
and a quill, holding them tight against her chest and facing away from Hogwarts.�

�please don�t do anything!�� she wrote then
scratched it out, vanished it and summoned another leaf, starting over on fresh
parchment.

�My schooling is very important to
me.� I hope you will allow me to complete
it in peace�� She
signed it M and rolled it up.�

The parrot immediately flew down
and snatched the tiny proferred scroll.�

It fluttered up into the air and then there was a white flash and it seemed to
twist refractively and disappear.�

She swallowed.� Not a normal parrot at all then, she
confirmed dully.� Thank Merlin she hadn�t
let it perch on her.� She�d probably be
in Nurmengard already.�

At that moment there was a roar in
front of her and the knight bus pulled up bare inches from her face.�

She stepped back toward the gates slightly.�

Tom was thanking the driver
politely and stepping down the stairs.�
He seemed a bit taken aback when he saw her and paused on the stair..�

�..Hello..�
he said unsure. �Are you quite alright?�
You look..like you�ve seen a ghost.� Are you lost?��

She swallowed and shook her
head.� �No..
I�m.. I ..I need to see the headmaster.� Do you think you could..�� she looked down and
wrung her hands.

The cool approval that flashed through Tom�s eyes wasn�t lost on her but he was
immediately the considerate prefect.

�Its okay.� Don�t fret. I�ll take you to him.��

The bus behind him rumbled and flashed off rapidly and they were alone.�

The gates opened when Tom placed
his hand upon them and he let her in, walking slowly with her up the hill
toward the castle gates.�

�There was a strange bird here a
minute ago� Hermione said as if remarking on the weather. �It was quite
pretty.� I didn�t know that we had any
like it in this hemisphere.� It must have
been a pet.��

Toms eyes widened but he responded. �Really?� Oh well you never know.� There are a lot of strange creatures in the
forest near hear.� Have you ever been to
Hogwarts before?��

She informed him that she hadn�t.�

He proceeded to tell her a number of small facts about the castle and the
grounds, all of which she knew from Hogwarts a history.�

She bet that she could outtrivia him with facts from
the new extended edition that had been released in her fifth year however she
responded with appropriate awe and fascination as he led her into the castle
and up the changing staircases, the paintings all ogling them the entire way,
till they reached the bottom of the stairs to the headmasters office.�

He spoke to the gargoyle �Tom Riddle
requesting to speak with the headmaster regarding a girl found standing outside
the gates��

The gargoyle nodded gruffly.�

Hermione was bemusd�
it didn�t act like that in her time � and it certainly had nothing, as far as
she was aware, to do with conveying messages like some kind of intercom.�

Minutes later the gargoyle stepped to the side and Tom ushered her onto the
staircase, which began to twist, carrying them up to the headmaster�s office.

The door
opened after Tom knocked and he gestured for her to precede him through the
door.�

�Ah there
you are Mr Riddle..my goodness, what have you done
to your hair?!� Nevermind
I suppose..� Now what�s all this about?� a dry old
voice asked distractedly.�

She
looked at headmaster Dippet.� He looked
like an elderly accountant.� He was small
and frail looking, brown conservatively cut robes dull and unflattering.� He wore rectangular spectacles over eyes that
looked a bit like two runny eggs.� He was
balding and not currently wearing a hat.�

The room around him matched him exactly.�
It was..headmasterly..
in the sense of muggle schools. �A medium sized desk was well organized and
covered in papers.� Bookshelves lined the
walls behind him.�

There was no needless fuss to anything.�
It all looked organized and officious and very very boring.

Percy
Weasley would probably worship this man.�

�Good
afternoon Sir� Tom began in a voice that probably made old ladies want to pat
him on the hand and call him dear.

�I apologise for interrupting you but I found this girl at the gates.� She seemed quite distressed and asked to
speak to you.� I�m afraid I do not know
the particulars of her situation � she was upset and I thought it might be
better to bring her up here straightaway.��

Dippet
turned to Hermione, adjusting his glasses slightly as he peered at her.�

�yes.. I see.. well then.� What did you wish to speak to me about, young
lady?� Speak quickly..
i have a lot to do
today.� The students will be arriving
back in only a couple of hours.��

Hermione
almost sputtered.�

She wrung her hands like a champion, eyes wide and frightened.� �If you please, Sir..
I..I�ve been running from Grindelwald�s
forces for weeks now..after my mother was killed.�

My father died several years ago..

...I..I have nowhere.. She
told me to.. I ..I wanted to
ask if there were any way.. please could I..��

She got caught up in the horror of her imagined situation and bowed her head,
finding herself actually crying.�

Tom spoke
up and the sympathy in his voice could almost have been mistaken for being
impressed.� �I think, sir.. she has come in the hopes of
becoming a student� he said slowly.�

Dippet
coughed uncomfortably at the crying waif in his office. �well..hm..I suppose...�
he paused and addressed her again gruffly. �Have you attended another school of
magic, girl?�

She shook
her head and said, looking up and sniffling. �My mother home schooled me.. but I�ve learned a lot.� I�m a good student!� Please..��

Dippet
frowned slightly, as if discontented with her answer.�

�Well.. perhaps.. if you are able to pass the entrance tests and demonstrate a
basic grasp of magic we might be able to offer you a small scholarship to study
here..�

I will make no promises until I see your results however.� I do not wish to cast you out onto the street
� you seem a polite enough girl � but Hogwarts is not an asylum for misplaced
war orphans.��

He stood and paced to the large fireplace.�

Hermione
looked around, seemingly in awe around the walls of the room where dozens of
headmasters looked down at her from their frames.�

She recognised headmaster black, although the pointy rather nasty man did not
recognise her and looked at her like something he might scourgify
from his boot.�

Dippet
tossed some floo powder into the fire and stated �professor Dumbledore�s office�� A moment later he
was poking his head into the flames and speaking to the man in question.�

She felt an icy shiver go up her back in fear.�

She would have to face Dumbledore.� He
would be here any minute.�

Tom
stepped close and patted her back in a considerate polite manner.�

�There there.. Don�t worry.� You�ll be fine now.� Professor Dumbledore is really a nice fellow.
You don�t need to be afraid.� I�m sure
you�ll do well enough on the tests.��

She heard Dippet explaining the situation to Dumbledore in the background and
nodded.

�Thank you.� You are very kind.� What is your name, if I may ask?��

Tom
smiled at her brightly.�

She wanted to melt.� He was still
gorgeous.� This hair only made him look
more angelic.� He could be something off
a stained glass panel at this point.

�I am Tom
Riddle.�� He bowed slightly. �and you are?��

She smiled shyly, and truly felt it.�

God.. the innocent students
didn�t stand a chance against the blinding blowtorch of Tom Riddles charm, she
realised.� When he smiled at you you wanted to toss yourself over the nearest puddle to
prevent him from having to muddy his boots.

�Maia
Schiller� she said softly. �Thank you for helping me.��

Tom
smiled chivalrously again, and her heart gave a little lurch.

�It was my honour.� He responded. �If you are able to stay, I would be pleased
to show you around Hogwarts and help you find your way.� I hope you will call on me again if you need
help.��

She blushed and nodded. Good god Tom was a brilliant actor.� He should have done that rather than try to conquer the wizarding world.�

�Now
there..ah.. girl.. What did
you say your name was?�� Dippet scuffed
back to his desk and looked at her impatiently.�

She told him.

�Yes. Indeed.� Well I�ve called-�� The floo flared and
they all looked around at the man who unfolded himself� and stood up.�

Hermione�s
heart pricked painfully.� She hadn�t seen
Dumbledore in over a year and she�d never
seen him looking this healthy.. or
young or..orthodox.�

He had brown..no auburn..hair.� It curled in
waves down just past his shoulders. His face was that of a man in his late
prime and looked barely older than Professor Snape�s had.�

He wore circular glasses rather than half moon.�
Even his outfit was less garishly clashing. His robes were deep burgundy
with faint gold embroidery in the form of different constellations. ��

Her shock
was however nothing compared to the shock that Dumbledore displayed when he
saw Tom.� �Merlin�s beard!!� he exclaimed
and took two steps backward helplessly.�

After a moment of horror he recognised the face of the boy he was staring at
like a spectre.�

�Tom..� New hairstyle?�� he asked weakly.�

Tom
nodded, looking stricken himself. �Yes sir.�
I�m sorry..�
I didn�t realise it looked that bad.�
I just felt like a change.��

Dumbledore
blinked and shook himself slightly. �No no, Tom. It
doesn�t look bad.� the
colour quite suits you, I was merely ..reminded of
something else. I did not mean to unsettle you.�

Tom
nodded and lowered his eyes, biting his lip slightly in apparent nerves.�

It was utterly alien on his face.� The
boy..man..boy.. couldn�t be shy and nervous if he tried.�

Dumbledore
continued to watch him with a troubled look on his face as he approached her.

�Yes.�
Dippet continued as if he hadn�t just witnessed his professor having a mild
heart attack. �As I was saying miss.Schiller?...Schiller.. are you German then?�

she nodded �My father was�

He went on uninterestedly �As I was saying.. I�ve summoned Professor Dumbledore
here to administer the tests to you for any subject you might hope to take at
Hogwarts. If you cannot pass the minimum requirements for any subjects offered
then I�m afraid we will not be able to help you.�

If you could go with the professor here, I�ll wish you luck and perhaps we will
meet again this evening if you perform adequately.��

He nodded at her, not unkindly but without much genuine interest and looked to Dumbledore,
indicating that he should take her out via the door.

�Come
along, miss Schiller� Dumbledore said kindly.� �Thank you, headmaster.�
He tossed at Dippet in passing.�

Tom was about
to follow them both when Dippet called him back.� �Tom.� If you could remain.�
There is a matter I wanted to speak to you about.��

Tom�s
face went blank as if wiped.

�Certainly Sir.�
Miss Schiller.. it was
nice to meet you.� Good luck with your
tests�

He bowed slightly to her again and turned back to the headmaster.

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