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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
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Tom..looked..an entirely different person in this room.�

Even the way he moved.� He walked like the Dark Lord.. His face was hard, cruel, dark.�

He stalked over and lowered himself with satisfaction into the wingback.�

�My servants.� Another year!��

She could actually feel all the
hairs standing up on the boys� necks at the word servants, along with their nervous
glances toward her.�

Tom noticed it too as his smile broadened.�

�Maia, what are you doing at the
end of things over there.� Come here.��

She rose and went to him, taking
his proffered hand, amid barely concealed shock of the others.� Tom pulled her down onto his lap to sit.�

She curled into him slightly, comfortably.�

Sorenson, she saw in her peripheral vision, took up the place she had vacated.�

Tom placed his hand possessively
on her thigh and stroked it slowly.�

The other boys in the room watched this with fascination � in the case of Avery,
with eager anticipation.�

�I did not meet Maia for the first
time today, obviously� Tom said quietly. He stroked up her back and rested his
hand on the back of her neck.

�Maia is the first witch to deserve the honour of my mark.� Show them� he commanded her quietly.�

She unhesitatingly pulled back her left sleeve and displayed her dark mark to
the group.� Eyes widened still further.�

Septimus looked irate ��Lord!�
What use��

Tom casually flicked the wand that had appeared in his hand at the boy

�Crucio��

He held it only a few seconds,
during which time Septimus gasped and shook but
emitted no sound.�

Hermione was mildly impressed.� She
wondered idly what Severus looked like under crucio.� After what he had done, she made a mental
note to find out if and when she got back.�

�Do not question me Septimus� Tom said in a bored tone. �Maia, to assuage all
of your doubts, could destroy any of
you in a duel.. probably
without breaking a sweat.��

The disbelief on the faces of the
assembled boys was blatant.

Tom snorted, somewhere between
amused and infuriated.� �She is easily
the strongest here, after myself.� Who will challenge her?�� he tossed it out
there.�

She looked at him wryly thinking to herself �hmpf.. butterbeer
huh?!�

Butterbeer
and exploding snap and cruciatus and perhaps a bit of spontaneous duelling with
future death eaters. �Up for it?��

The wizards looked around at each
other, different eyes and eyebrows suggesting �you do it� �

Tom spoke again, deciding for them. �Palmer.. You are ..fairly.. competent with a
wand�� Avery�s lips thinned at this
insult. �How would you like a chance at attacking Maia?� I can see you have been chomping at the bit
to get your hands on her all evening.�
Charming of you, I�m sure.��

He looked at Hermione with an eyebrow raised.�
�Think of it as an initiation of sorts, Maia. Impress me.��

She took a deep reluctant
breath.�

Avery said, smiling threateningly.
�I�ll take her apart for you, my Lord.��

Tom smirked. �Do you hear?,� he asked her.� �He�s
going to crush you.� I hope you�re
prepared to bleed!��

She narrowed her eyes at him
slightly. �Oh fine! If we have to
bloody do this...��

She climbed to her feet.� Tom looked
pleased.

�...If you survive � he snickered slightly �you may demonstrate your other talents to me afterward� he warned
her.�

Her eye travelled down his languorously reclining frame, raising her eyebrow.

�..Clever girl.� He praised, seeing she had understood what he was going to
demand of her next.� �Go and duel him over
there now.� We will watch.� He pointed to
the open space between the wall and their circle. �No unforgivables, and nothing
else that might kill him or cause damage to the castle if you please,
Maia.� Avery is a prat, but occasionally
quite amusing.�

Winner is the first to take the other�s wand��

Hermione smirked � excellent.� She could be done with this in seconds
then.��

She put up a strong shield as she walked over to the area he had indicated.�

When Avery silently cast something
that crashed against her shield loudly she took it to mean the duel had
informally begun.�

She tweaked her spell slightly with raw magic and cast a silent expelliarmus, summoning Avery�s wand to her effortlessly despite
his own shield.� The latter gaped fit to
catch flies.�

She inspected his wand as if were
interesting.� It was rather simple.� Oak without great
embellishment or filigree.� It
felt heavy in her hand.�

�Oh now that�s not entertaining!� Give it back Maia.� How about this..� The winner is the one still able to fight
back?��

Avery looked a hell of a lot less
sure of himself now.� He didn�t even wait
for her to be ready, he just started casting on her
with a vicious look on his face.�

She identified the diffindo by colour and swiped it
aside with her wand.

She let him attack her a few more times without effect before she cast the most
painful harmless curse she could think of, the derma doloro
curse Tom had used on Harry at the beach.

Unsurprisingly, Avery repelled it the first time.�

She tweaked a silent flagrate to pass through his
shield and hit his wand, making him drop the burning stick, yelping in sudden
pain.�

Then she silently cast a nastily powerful derma doloro, watching in satisfaction as he screamed and felt to
the floor writhing and scratching at his body, trying to relieve the agonizing
pain all over his skin.�

She held the curse on him with
concentration and walked back to the circle, kneeling before Tom, who was
smiling in pleasure like a man whose dog has done a clever trick in front of
others.

�Very good, Maia..� He stroked her hair and looked
down at her while Avery screamed still in the background.

�Continue.� Show me your devotion..��

He leaned back in the chair adjusting his pelvis slightly and tilting his head
back, looking down his nose at her in imperious exultation.

His blonde hair cascaded around his face like a greek god.�

She avoided her peripheral vision
where she was certain the others were watching this new development with avid interest.�

Instead she leaned forward and freed Tom�s hard cock from his robes, applying
herself to the �reward� with enthusiasm.

He widened his thighs when she had
to lean in to take him deep into her throat.�
His low groan of pleasure was clearly audible even over Avery, whose
screams had now subsided into sobs and pleading.�

She performed her best, looking up and meeting Tom�s eyes as she worshipped at
his altar.�

He was breathing fast and ragged, bucking up into her mouth as his hand stroked
her head.� His eyes were fixed on hers
and half lidded in lust.�

When she brought him over the edge his moan sounded almost painful.� �Yesss..� he hissed in pleasure, thrusting up and burying himself
in her throat deeply.�

She swallowed all his seed and he panted, sated and content.� �Remain at my feet� he murmured.�

After a moment he cast a finite incantantum at Avery, catching his breath and slowly
returning to the tight coiled mass of power and control he was normally.�

Hermione found herself sitting in the exact position she had been in when Lord Voldemort
had first led her into his library.�

Tom�s hand stroked her head and
played with her hair.�

She risked a shuttered gaze around
the other boys sitting in the circle.�
Blatant lust and envy was visible on all almost all faces.� Sorenson also looked somewhat wistful.� Clemens Carrow was
the only one entirely unaffected.� His
dull brown eyes were fixed on Tom adoringly.�

Avery had dragged himself to his feet and was now returning to his place.��

�So... as I was informing you,
before Septimus so unwisely interjected... Maia is my
newest knight.� She is one of you
now.�

You will treat her with the requisite
respect and acknowledgement.�

You will not attempt to intimidate, attack , poison, mislead or seduce her.� I will be very disappointed if i learn of something of this sort occurring.��

He looked around the circle.� No further insolence was forthcoming.�

Septimus,
Abraxas and Sorenson were still staring at her with various casts of guarded desire
on their faces.� The others for the most
part were looking at Tom with butter-wouldn�t-melt-in-their-mouth expressions �
except Palmer Avery who looked like he had a bad taste in his mouth and Cygnus who looked between them both curiously.�

�On to the next
order of business.� I require
information about Gellert Grindelwald.�

Sorenson, Benjamin � your fathers are in the ministry � see if you can acquire
anything they may have on him.�

..Septimus, Abraxas.. use your connections too.�
I want to know about the man himself, his history, his troops and
fortifications and most importantly, his present movements.��

Faint puzzlement was visible on
every face.�

Tom stroked Hermione�s hair again.� �Do
any of you have any matters to bring up?�

Abraxis
and Septimus exchanged a look with each other. Obviously
whatever they wanted to ask about was a matter close to all of their hearts.�

Abraxas seemed to be selected to voice it.�

�Our... celebrations..� will
they continue now that ..Maia.. has
joined us?��

Tom snorted. �Naturally.
�Why should they not?!��

Abraxas and the others seemed
relieved and then..slowly the expressions became
subtly excited, their eyes flickering to her again speculatively.�

�Will..she be attending?� Participating?!�
�Abraxas asked interestedly.�

Tom hesitated. �I haven�t yet
decided. Possibly.�
..Probably.��

Hermione looked up at him over her shoulder.�
It seemed they already had things akin to revels. She wasn�t going to be
getting out of torturing people after all.�

�When will we
next-..� Abraxas began.� Tom interrupted
him. �Not in the next two weeks.� I have
things I must attend to.��

Cygnus spoke up now, which the
others seemed to treat as unusual enough to hang on his words.�

�Are you planning on making it known in the student population that you are
dating Maia?��

Tom thought on this for over a
minute.�

Hermione glanced up at him, unsure what she wanted him
to decide.� Dumbledore would be more than
merely suspicious if she were suddenly to be dating Tom.

He spoke up finally. �I
believe...for the moment.. I will not.� There are other factors in play that I need
to manage first.��

�However.. to make it
absolutely clear � She IS mine.� Do not allow any public displays or absence
thereof to delude you to the contrary.��

Tom looked around the circle coolly. �I want you to keep an eye on other
students when I am not present.� Let me
know if anyone starts showing too much interest in her.�

There were faint nods, particularly from Sorenson.

�Anything else?�
Tom asked.�

They looked around at each
other.� Nobody else appeared to want to
ask anything.�

�Then we are done.� I called you together tonight merely to
introduce Maia and make things absolutely clear to avoid...confusion��

he looked pointedly at Avery who lowered his eyes.

�I assume therefore that there will be
no ..confusion. �After spending all this time explaining the
situation I will be rather short with anyone who finds themselves
..confused.��

There were general mumbles of no
and yes my Lord.

�Excellent.� Return to the dormitory.� I will escort Maia later, Sorenson.�

The Rodolphus-looking boy nodded respectfully,
glancing at her again, and then withdrew with the others already milling toward
the exit.�

After they had gone, Tom leaned
down and pulled her up onto his lap.

�You were excellent, Maia..I could not fault you.� Exactly the mix of strength and
submissiveness I desired you to portray to them.�� He kissed her enthusiastically. �You are..perfect.��

He seemed to hesitate, shocked at
himself, after the word sprang out of his mouth.� Then he half shook his head as if berating
himself and pulled her closer, encouraging her to lean against him with her
head on his shoulder.�

She did and sighed happily to be held so by him.

Tom.. golden haired Tom..stroked her back slowly.�
After a few minutes he said, softly. �Now tell me about the bird.��

He was duly unimpressed with the idea that there was a dimension jumping parrot
hanging about the place somewhere that might grab her when she next went out
the door.

�What happened with Dumbledore�
was his next question and he was perhaps even more pensive after hearing about
his professor�s suspicion and extra questions.�

�Nevermind..� he said softly
and after a couple of minutes �He may be suspicious but he does not know anything, and I shall ensure that
that state of affairs continues.�

�Shall I escort you to your dorm?� he offered distractedly�

She bit her lip.� She didn�t want to go down there.� Those girls hated her..
she didn�t want to sleep around them.

�Can�t I come with you?� she asked in a small voice.� Tom smirked.

�So you�d prefer to announce to
all of Slytherin on the first night that you�re sleeping with me?�

You, ostensibly, do not even know me... I have no idea how things are
in your time but do you realise how
that would appear here? There are..names..for girls like that.��

She swallowed and looked down. �I
guess..no.. I know
you�re right.. I just-..��

�I probably would have been
safer in Gryffindor.. Amalthea
is going to poison me in my sleep or something I think.��

He snorted.

�She is a bit possessive of Septimus. They have been courting for many months.� He sneered at
the word �I think she believes he will marry her eventually.� Silly bint.� That wizard has been promised in marriage
since before his birth.� Amalthea hasn�t the slightest chance.� Perhaps she may make a mistress.. but I suspect she thinks too
highly of herself and I personally doubt his affection for her is that strong.�

He tilted his head and looked at her speculatively for a moment.. his eyes unreadable.� �What are you
to me in the future?�� his
voice sounded slightly wistful.�

She nuzzled into his neck further, closing her eyes.

�I don�t know.� She mumbled. �Your servant.� Your possession.
Does it matter?�

He kissed her on the
forehead.� �Yes. It matters.. tell me.��

She raised her head and kissed him
on the neck lightly; then nuzzled back down into him again.�

�You call me something in parseltongue� she mumbled.�

His eyebrows shot up. �What?!��

She swallowed and tried to imitate
the sounds. It sounded ridiculous.. there
wasn�t that..depth or strange echo that it made when Tom
or Harry spoke.�

Tom flinched nonetheless, apparently recognising enough of the sound. �::my precious?::� �he hissed.�

She nodded against his neck.�

He held her fiercely suddenly.� �You are
neither a servant nor a possession to me then� he murmured faintly, blinking in
surprise.�

She said nothing but felt warm and
wonderful.� Tom cared about her.� He as much as said it.� His future self didn�t view her as something to own.. a weapon.. or at least not just as that..

There would be no reason to use those words if he did.�

Unless... unless he just said them because she had just told him he would in
the future.�

Oh god.. what had she done?� Now she�d never be sure which was the case.�

Tom was very silent. She looked at
him and he looked troubled.� When he
spoke he revealed the similar line his own thought had taken.

�I. ..will allow you to obliviate
me of that knowledge..� he said softly.

�I know you cannot harm me.. and
I trust your skill not to accidentally do so.��

She sat up and hugged him,
relieved.

�Do it.. before I change my mind� he commanded discontentedly.��

She drew her wand and pressed it
to his temple, hesitating.� He closed his
eyes and waited for her to slice away his memory.�

They remained there for perhaps ten seconds.. and then she pulled away the wand and kissed him instead.

�It doesn�t matter..� she murmured against his lips.

�I don�t want to even risk damaging
your memory for such a small thing.� In
the future I love you, Tom.. and..and now I love you
too.�

Even if you did think of me as an object or a servant or..
or as nothing at all.. It would be the same.��

He had gasped when she had said
the word love and stroked his fingertips delicately down her cheeks as if she
were spun crystal.

He furrowed his forehead in confused frustration, a look of faint longing in
his eyes.

�Don�t worry..
You don�t have to say it back.� Not ever
if you don�t want.� I know.. it�s not a word you�re exactly..comfortable .. with.� She said wryly.�

He kissed her again, hard, and
then pulled her against him, his arms around her suffocatingly
tight.�

After minutes of holding her like that, his head leaning against her own on his
shoulder he spoke.� His voice was tight.

�I regret that you have to stay in
the dormitory tonight.� I am..so sorely tempted..to throw all
caution to the wind and take you back with me to my room.. or
to the room of requirement.. or simply to stay here
with you.. but you are right.� Amalthea is a
foolish witch with no understanding of the true nature of our group.� She will make life even more difficult if you
do not return all night.�

..but I will find a way to improve the situation.� You must merely hold on a little.� You can do that..� �

She nodded.� She felt his expression change against her
skin.

�I will find a way to handle Dumbledore
and Grindelwald too.�
Do not worry.��

She nodded against his neck again unhappily.�

He put his arms under her knees
and around her back and stood, lifting her, then putting her carefully on the
ground.�

�Come.. I�ll take you back now before I decide to give
in to my temptation.�

She smiled wistfully as he took
her hand and led her to the wall.� Once
there he blinked, as if remembering something important.�

�Oh.. I almost forgot��

He took out his wand and raised her hand, suddenly running the former down the
palm of the latter without warning, making her squeak in unexpected pain.�

Snatching her hand back she examined a deep bleeding gash and shot him a hurt
look.� He captured her wrist again.

�Shhh...
It�s for the entrance.� Don�t heal it yet�
he said soothingly and pressed her palm against the wall.�

It felt gritty and slightly painful.� Not ..really.. painful.. but not at all
comfortable.�

When he was finished with what she assumed was a silent incantation he released
her and she held her hurt hand to her, cradling it.�

He moued in false sympathy and
said. �There there.� Heal it and
we�ll get moving�

Scowling at him blackly she did
so.�

She was thinking to herself.. �you
are a massive arse.� Even if I might love
you.. even when you were very
young.. you have always been a complete arse.��

She whispered a healing spell over her hand ineffectually and healed it
seamlessly using raw magic.�

He raised an impressed eyebrow at the speed and perfection of the healing, at
which she smugly smirked, flexing her fingers.�

She knew she could have � probably
should have- just used regular
magic.�

As he shoved her toward the wall and she passed through, shuddering at the cold
custard feeling of it, she mused to herself on why she hadn�t.�

It had just seemed natural to do it that way.�
It was less effort and it was more effective..�

She was using the raw magic a lot more often than was wise though maybe.� She hadn�t needed it earlier with bloody Avery
either probably.�

It had just been easier to demolish
him effortlessly.�

But.. it was stupid to keep
using it for piddling little things that ..she
corrected herself..

It was absolutely moronic to keep using it full stop � especially in this place.. especially around this
person.��

No more tweaking or nudging
spells.� No more infinitely sustained
shields.�

And she needed to find a way to acquire a regular wand holster.� What she did with hers was too unusual.� It was that that had made bloody Dumbledore
suspicious in the first place.��

She wandered down the corridor in
thought as Tom stepped out of the wall behind her and placed his hand gently on
her lower back, walking beside her, seemingly equally pensive.�

No more � she resolved.� No more using it.�

Tom stroked her back slowly as if he had heard and agreed.� She looked to him but his eyes showed he was
far away in his mind.�

They came to the common room door- �a metallic shield
of Slytherin house that hung on the wall with embossed snakes.� One of these turned to fixate them both and Tom
leaned in and whispered Typhon.�

Hermione was relieved that it wasn�t something awful to do with blood
purity.�� The shield swung open..

It was really a telling thing that
Slytherin used a shield for their door while Gryffindor used a somewhat comical
painting.�

She wondered what the entrances to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff looked like.. and why she�d never tried to find out before.�

Tom led her through the empty
common room, the fire low and crackling.�
He seemed to relax in here, as if it were his own home.� No wonder he had modelled his chambers on it,
she thought.�

At the stairs down to the girls dormitory he continued
walking down unimpeded.

She stopped, shocked and momentarily pissed off.�

Did the stairs in Slytherin allow the boys to pass them while those in
Gryffindor prevented them??! That was hardly fair!

Tom turned and shot her a
questioning look. �Why have you stopped.� What�s wrong?!��

She shook her head irritatedly and continued
down.� He frowned and followed.�

At the first lower level of the
stairs, instead of a long sixth year dormitory, she discovered there was a
corridor with doors coming off it.� There
were far too many doors!�

�How many to a room?��
she whispered annoyed.�

�The rooms vary from two to five
beds� Tom replied, sounding as if he were wondering at her apparent anger. �At
present there was only one bed free � you will be residing in a five bed room�

�In Gryffindor there are only five bed dorm rooms� she sniped at
him.�

He laughed softly, realising now what her problem had been since they started
down.�

�Slytherins are somewhat more privileged in their
home lives generally� he whispered near her ear, standing beside her.�

�Some of them couldn�t possibly
tolerate sharing their space with four others.�
As it is, there are complaints every year that there are not separate
rooms for all from first year onward.��

Hermione folded her arms snottily
thinking of how horrid Draco had been all throughout school. �Slytherins are brats� she whispered barely audibly.�

Tom snickered and wrapped his arms
around her, kissing her neck and murmuring into her ear �Yes.� I can�t argue against that assessment.��

�Nevertheless.. they are your brats now.� Get along with them.� Pretend you were born with a silver stick up
your behind.� Show the necessary attitude
and you�ll be fine.��

She tilted her head offering him more of her throat to kiss.�

�Mmmm... tempting..� he
whispered.� �But I have to get you into
bed before your roommates get their expensive knickers in a twist.��

She half turned. �But I want you to get me into bed.. no argument here�

She leaned in to kiss him and he chuckled low, a satisfied look on his perfect
face, moving out of her reach.

He sighed, sounding not at all put-out. �Soon.� Soon, precious Maia.� You
need to sleep.� Class tomorrow,
remember?�

She jumped.� She hadn�t
remembered!� Her eyes widened. �What if-..�
He kissed her quickly, cutting her off and then released her.

Walking past her and opening the
first door carefully, inside the room was dark.�
He lit his wand and beckoned her to come.�

She followed gingerly.��

The room held three beds on one side and two on the other side of the
room.�

He led her to the farthest bed, shaking his head faintly.�� A silently cast spell made the bed glow red.

�Tsk..� he tutted.

One or probably all of these horrible cows had actually cursed her bed, she realised.� Nasty nasty
bitches.� She would have to watch
her back here all the bloody time.�

Tom seemed to hesitate,
sighing.�

�I know you�re awake Amalthea�
he said in a low voice.� He muttered a
charm that lit the torches.�

Two of the girls in the room sat
up muzzily. �Wazzit.. what�s going on. Shut the bloody
light off�� one
of them said.�

The other one, slightly more awake and recognising Tom Riddle standing in the
middle of their room gasped loudly. �Marta.. wake up� she hissed. �

The sleepy blonde blinked, rubbing her eyes and then gasped loudly and boggled
at Tom standing in their room.

She pulled the covers up around her and stared as if Merlin himself had
apparated in to their bedchambers. �

Two beds hadn�t stirred and Hermione supposed those were probably Amalthea and Antonia.�

�Oh well. It seems Amalthea isn�t awake after all� Tom said pointedly.� He pointed his wand at the still bed that was
presumably hers and flicked the covers off her.�

The girl in question lay, voluptuous and slinky in a black silk nightgown, her
red hair falling in liquid waves around her shoulders and the pillow.�

Hermione felt herself burn slightly in jealousy at how lovely her body was.�

Amalthea pretended to sleep, but her face was slightly
pinched.�

Tom smirked and tilted his head,
examining her.� Then he levitated
her.�

In the air she came alive, shrieking slightly and struggling, with wide
eyes.� Tom moved her floating form
through the air till she hovered over the glowing form of Hermione�s bed.�

Amalthea was paddling and fighting in the air now
with a frightened look on her face.�

�No!!� Tom!� Don�t!� I�m sorry!�
I�m sorry. Don�t do it!� Please!!�

The rest of the room, even
Antonia, looking peaky and afraid, was sitting up silently watching this drama.
No one opened their mouth to voice a protest.�

Hermione found herself fascinated by the undulation of the beautiful panicked
girl�s form.�

�What do you say, Maia.. shall we find out what she would
have had you suffer?� Tom tossed at her.�

She was quite shocked at herself
to realise she had absolutely no intention of asking him to spare Amalthea.�

�Absolutely� she said with satisfaction.�

Tom released Amalthea
and the girl fell down onto the glowing bed which promptly stopped glowing as
she shrieked and clutched at her face, her body strampling
and winding in pain.�

It lasted for quite a while.�

When she stopped struggling and lay still on her back, her arms still over her
face it was clear that the curse had been something disfiguring.� Her bare arms were covered in white
pustules.�

�Lovely..�
Hermione remarked wryly.� �What a nice
girl.� I haven�t even spoken two words
with her.�

Tom allowed his lips to betray his amusement as he scourgified Amalthea�s bed.�

�Goodnight Maia.� He chuckled.� �sleep well.��

She nodded and smiled.� �Thank you for the tour.� I think I�ll be able to find my way back to
the classrooms tomorrow.��

He nodded and bowed slightly.� �It was my honour.� See you all at breakfast.��

He glided gracefully from the room.

An aftermath-of-shitstorm..silence fell.�

The girl who had hissed for her
friend to wake up was the first to break it.�
�So..� you�re.. Maia Shiller?��

Hermione nodded.�

�I�m Carmen..� Carmen Rede-lynn.�� She smiled a small, friendly, if slightly nervous,
smile.� She was a pixie-ish slight girl with long straight light brown hair that
fell to just below her shoulders.�

She wore a lilac cotton nightdress with what looked like strawberries
embroidered on it.

�This is Marta Whitewood.�� She gestured
at the bed opposite hers where a chubby, fizzy-haired, blond with pale ice
green eyes looked a bit thunderstruck still.

Carmen raised a thin eyebrow at Hermione �I.. guess you already know Antonia and Amalthea.�� She hesitated for a moment.�

�I hope you�re not..too
upset about the bed.� Amalthea
was a bit uptight about you leaving with her boyfriend earlier.� ...Where did
you all go, actually?� We were
wondering.��

She looked friendly and genuinely interested
in this obviously oh-so-innocent question.��
Hermione frowned slightly.�

�They took me on a walk around the school and showed me where my classrooms
would be and where some secret passages were located.

What did you imagine they were
doing?!��

She turned to face the huddled girl on what had formerly been her bed.

�I assure you, I haven�t even touched
Septimus.� And i have no
intention of doing so in the future.� I don�t
even know him and he�s not my type.�

Besides.. I�m given to understand that he�s
betrothed.� Why would I
bother dallying with someone that I couldn�t possibly have a future with?!��

The mass of pustules huddled
tighter and she thought she heard a faint sob.�

She turned to Antonia. �And I�m
not interested in Cygnus either so leave off trying to curse me, thank
you!��

Antonia shot her a catty look.� Hermione
snorted.� Bloody pansy Parkinson to a T.

If the girl still lived in her time she�d have to remember to let Draco kiss
her around the tart, for all the years that she was a miserable catty bitch.

�Well.. ok.. so it was all completely
innocent then.� That clears up
everything� Carmen said in a mediator voice.�
�Glad we got that sorted out.� can we all sleep now?��

Hermione shook her head slightly
in exasperation and stomped over to Amalthea�s
bed.�

Now she�d be sleeping between Marta and Amalthea, she
supposed.� She would have actually
preferred the bed at the back of the room that they�d set aside for her -
probably thinking to put themselves between her and the door so that she
couldn�t sneak off into the boys dorms or something.

It was always preferable for her to sleep with her back to the wall and it made
cast wards even more stable.� Still..for tonight she�d just have to make do.��

She drew her wand and cast four different wards, including one martial one that
would painfully incapacitate invaders.

�Geez.. I
see we�ve gotten off to a fabulous
start together here..� Carmen observed
sarcastically.�

Hermione just snorted at her and shot a glance at the horrible state of Amalthea.�

�Yes well.� Leave me alone while I sleep
and we�ll all get along wonderfully� she snarked
back.� �

She had no nightwear so
transfigured her robe into a plain cotton nightdress.�

Stabbing her wand out from under
the covers she extinguished the torch and tried to go to sleep.� However it wasn�t until she finally felt that
the regular breathing of everyone else in the room indicated they were asleep
that she managed to drift off herself.�

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