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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79307 -:- 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
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- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
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- 21-Ch 21
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- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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In the morning she woke
first.� The occulum
overhead was just beginning to throw first dawn light.�

She was lying on her back and Tom
was curled up, half over her with both of his arms tightly around her.�

She smiled happily.� She could wake like
this every day if this stupid reality wouldn�t get in the way.

Tom flinched and opened his eyes,
unfolding himself from around her gingerly. She felt disappointed when he moved
away.�

�Get up.� We don�t want to be late.� In potions today you will work exactingly.� You will stay close to Abraxas
and you will not answer anything Slug asks you in anything more than a �yes, no
or I�m sorry � I don�t know�, fashion.�
Understand?��

She jumped.

She had potions today.�

She�d forgotten.�

Oh god.� No!� She didn�t want to go.

Tom seemed to read her mind.� �If you do not turn up to class he�ll hunt
you down out of class and give you a detention � and then you will have to see
him in private or near private twice � so
you�re going.� You will be careful and
polite and will not give him a reason to detain you.�

She nodded, biting her lip.�

Soon after they left and Hermione
crept into the dark dorm-room, disillusioned and silenced

Breakfast went swimmingly. The sun
was shining brightly down overhead and everyone seemed to be in a wonderful
mood and it was only marginally dampened for her by the awareness of eyes on
her from the head table.�

She had deliberately chosen to sit facing away from it but the entire time she
sat and smiled and buttered her croissant she could feel the pressure of gazes on her.�

As she left with
Tom, Septimus and Sorry for herbology
she glanced up and saw Slughorn and Dumbledore both
looking at her.� Dumbledore was
not twinkling and wore a troubled dark expression.� Slughorn was
looking at her like she was some kind of bug in a microscope, his piggy little
eyes evaluating her behaviour in detail.��

She turned away and moved just a little closer to Tom, who seemed to realise
the problem and brushed a hand over her back briefly as if guiding her
politely.

He drew his wand before they
stepped outside and she was surprised to see Septimus
do the same thing. She ignored it and strode out into the sun toward the
greenhouses.�

No parrot appeared to suddenly
whisk her away or bestow an ominous message.�
They reached herbology without incident and
Professor Canker was almost tolerable even if she was a miserable crotchety old
woman in comparison with Professor Sprout.�

Potions loomed all too soon and she found herself fiddling with her quill till
she finally accidentally snapped it.�

�Stop it� Tom�s voice was low and commanding at her side. �He didn�t look at her.

She nodded, ignoring the expression of concern from Septimus.� Sorry looked almost as upset as her and
wouldn�t meet her eyes.

She somehow got from her place in herbology to the dungeon corridor without being aware of
the intervening space.�

Tom stopped her as the door to the potions classroom was in sight and gave her
a stern look, confusing Septimus even more.

�Exacting and polite.� He reminded her.�

She nodded stupidly, her legs insisting that they didn�t want to move forward,
so that Tom dragged her forward by the elbow in the end, pulling her with the
other groups of two or three students moving toward the potions classroom.�

Inside, the weight of Slughorn�s eyes on her from his desk was stifling.� She unpacked her equipment as quickly and as concentratedly as she could manage and sat on her stool looking
down at her text.� She shook her head when
Abraxas asked her what was wrong � whether something
had happened in herbology?�

�Lust Potions!�
Slughorn boomed out jovially.� �We shall be brewing amortentia
today, students, so I hope you�ve brought your wits with you � failing to brew
a passably active sample will earn you a zero and a detention!��

Groans rang out.� A zero was quite
expected but a detention?!� If one failed
in potions it was generally because of ignorance or incompetence but hardly
misbehaviour.�

�Yes.� A detention.
So you had all better see to it that you attend to your brewing carefully.� You�ll find the instructions on page one hundred
and fourteen. �Get to it!��

He noted the page on the board and
opened the door to the potions store with his wand, already beginning to wander
around the room.�

Hermione was ..understandably disinclined.. to leave her equipment alone knowing well from all her own years
in potions with Harry, Ron and Draco how easily a powder or a liquid could be
dropped into even an empty cauldron
and contaminate subsequent brewing.

She looked to Tom helplessly.� He in turn
told Abraxas to get ingredients for both of
them.�

When the blonde finally returned,
levitating what they both needed behind them and placing it on the bench
between them she examined the ingredients with more care than she had ever done
in the past.�

She separated the ingredients that could only be alright from those which could
be somehow tampered with and scourgified everything
on the table.

Twice.�

First off she tested the magnetic properties of the buxite
in the jar, calculating quickly that it was correct for the mass present, and
laid it to the other approved ingredients.�

Abraxas
was looking at her like she had a second head. �What are you doing?! You�re wasting time!� he hissed urgently.

She shook her head absently. �The holly or the juniper
then.�

The holly had to be picked at new moon midnight.� She strained to think of how she could test
it.�

Tom suddenly cast a charm upon it and it glowed pinkish.�

�Sir..�
he spoke up politely.

Slughorn trundled over looking sharply at him and
narrowing his eyes at the pink glowing holly on Hermione�s table.

�I�m afraid that at least some of the holly has been ruined.� This was picked during a full moon.� If we brew with it � the potion will
fail.��

He looked at Slughorn, the perfect image of polite
helpfulness.

�Is that so? �However did that happen?!� Ten points to Slytherin
for catching the problem Mr Riddle.�
There should be another batch under the pansy blooms on the bottom shelf
� go and retrieve that for the class, would you.��

Tom nodded and walked off smartly.�

Hermione laid the holly aside
trying not to think about the fact that the rest of her year in potions would
be full of actual traps and tricks to
get her to fail and moved on to the juniper berries. �

She weighed them suspiciously. They seemed somewhat heavy.�

Slughorn
was watching her with intense displeasure on his face. ��Miss Schiller, you are wasting your and your
partner�s time � get to work!��

She frowned slightly �Yes
sir.� I will begin directly Sir.��

Casting a finite on the juniper experimentally, they transfigured into much
larger goja berries.�
She pursed her lips.� She could see Septimus
looking with discomposure from the bench in front of her at the second tricky
sabotaged ingredient in a row. His eyes flicked to her face, unreadable, and
then he turned back testing his own ingredients. From his tension she assumed
that they were all quite alright.

Abraxas was gaping at the redder larger berries in
the jar.

�Another
error?!� Slughorn observed with eyebrows
raised. �Whatever has happened to my stores?!� I will have to have someone organise it.�

It seems that you have a discriminating eye, Miss Schiller � perhaps you-��

Tom, now back, cut in �I would be
overjoyed if you would allow me to
organize your potions store professor Slughorn!� I assure you that my eye is as discriminating
as Maia�s��

He beamed at the professor who gave him a slow even stare and then smiled
nastily.

�Yes. That will do nicely,
Tom.� You may return this evening to
begin.��

Hermione looked at Tom in poorly
disguised horror.� He was still smiling
politely although it faltered slightly when he saw the goja
berries.

�Oh.. another error.� Maia.. perhaps I should go and look for some juniper.� It seems Abraxas
might have gotten a bit confused.��

She thanked him gratefully and he rushed back to the potions store.�

Abraxas
was looking fundamentally confused by this exchange going on around him. �I.. they were juniper!�
I checked!� I know what juniper looks like!�

Slughorn gave him a sympathetic little smile �Don�t
worry Mr Malfoy � everyone makes the occasional
mistake. Potions are a very subtle art.�
You were bound to confuse something eventually.�

He said it looking at Hermione and she felt the chill of his words settle on
her as he wandered off again to inspect the cauldrons of students who had already
begun brewing..�

He was absolutely right.� She wouldn�t be able to test every ingredient
that they had to deal with for the rest of the year. She�d eventually mess
up.�

But.. but he couldn�t assign
detention for every error or failure for the rest of the year, could he?! �She was sure that it must say somewhere in
school policy that teachers couldn�t punish that
harshly.�

The jar of true juniper slid onto her bench and Tom gave her a wary look. �Brew..exactingly.. maia�
he reminded her.�

She didn�t actually need reminding.�

Abraxas
pulled her close and whispered into her ear �What is going on?!� �She shook her head �I�ll tell you later.��

Tom gestured absently at Septimus who was looking at him questioningly and he turned
back to his cauldron, beginning the potion.��

An hour and a quarter later, her own and Abraxas� caudrons were covered and bubbling softly. �She lowered the heat in preparation for the
final ingredient.� Many students had
already finished and were standing by their brews with varying expressions of
relief or dissatisfaction.�

Hermione wondered whether they were poor at potions or whether Slughorn had randomly tampered with a selection of a number
of ingredients.�

Her potion was looking healthy at this stage.�

In front of her, Tom lifted the lid of his cauldron and placed it at the side
then raised the sifter of buxite and gently tapped
the measure into the liquid. �A
spiralling swirl of steam rose up and he leaned in slightly to sniff it, a
faint smile appearing on his face.� He
turned back to look at her with pleasure. �Septimus reacted
almost exactly the same way.�

Slughorn hovered horribly and as he saw her ready to
add her buxite he ambled over, standing behind and to
the side of her, leaning in as if to watch her.�

He was inappropriately near.� She could
feel his body against her and it made her want to move away.

Only the slight shake of Tom�s head stopped her and forced her to steel herself
to ignore it.

When she added the buxite, a white spiralling steam rose and professor wafted
some of it toward him with his hand, sniffing delicately and sighing.

�A perfect potion, Miss Schiller.�

...Twenty points to Slytherin� he added very
quietly.� �He turned toward her and
seemed to lean in farther toward her as she stiffened in horror.

�Professor Slughorn!�� Alex Potter called from the other side of the
room �There�s something wrong with Gemimas potion.� Please could you come, Sir?��

As Slughorn
moved away, she caught the expression on Abraxas face
and he looked to Tom as if seeking an explanation.�

Tom turned back to his cauldron and prepared his sample to submit.�

Hermione finally took the
opportunity to smell her finished potion.�
She smiled, recognising the scent she had smelled only hours ago.�

Tom�s skin. His hair.. - the way he smelled, warm and soft in the mornings when he
was sleepy.�

But then it shifted.� She stepped away in
confusion. Such a jumble of different scents.� Her nose itched.� Copper and aniseed and mint and something
spicy and something like sweat and...�

Frowning she bottled her sample and took it up with the others, remaining close
to be certain that nothing at all would happen to it.� Only when Slughorn
had graded it and dismissed her, looking her up and down suggestively did she
pack up her things and leave.�

As they walked to the great hall Septimus growled at Tom �It affects Slughorn
too, doesn�t it.� What has he done?� She was scared stiff in there!�

Abraxas
looked alarmed.

�He was.. when he was
checking her potion? Oh Merlin�s bloody balls!�
What do we do?!��

Tom nodded curtly and responded.
�It wasn�t her he did anything to.� You know where she was yesterday.� Don�t mention
it to him!��

Septimus
balked slightly and looked suddenly guilty.�
He lowered his eyes, aware of Abraxas looking
at him with unease.

Rolling his eyes, Tom sniped at
him �Don�t do that either.� Salazar!�
Just put it out of your mind for now.��
He turned to her. �You were excellent, Thank Merlin you caught the
junipers! �Don�t worry Maia.. We will find a means of dealing with this problem too.��

In the great hall, Sorry seemed
unwilling to meet her eyes and unable to avoid them.� He kept looking at her pleadingly and then at
Tom.�

Finally he asked. �How were your classes?��
He brightened a bit when Tom responded �Better than expected. How were yours?��

He proceeded to tell them about his boring runes class and Mathilda
Grimley�s idiotic answer.�

Hermione felt herself relax � she didn�t have potions again for another five
days!� Wonderful!� Even the watchful eye of Amalthea
on her as she ate her roast beef sandwich was of no consequence.�

Palmer, she noted, had sat way down at the end of the table next to Antonia.
She was next to Cygnus but astonishingly she seemed to be speaking more to Palmer
than she was listening to Cygnus and was quite happy.�

Benjamin was, as a result, even more on the outer, sitting across from her
watching them talk with a wistful expression.�
Next to him Dolohov and Roan sat and were
talking to Clemens across from them about some girls from Hufflepuff
who apparently knew what to do with it.

Amalthea
sat opposite Hermione and Septimus next to her.� He seemed to be paying a lot of attention to
her today, talking with her instead of Tom, who was speaking with Abraxas next to her.�

Even so, she seemed to have one eye on Hermione�s reactions all the same.�

Hermione, unperturbed, turned away
to Sorrenson and gifted him with a bright smile.� He seemed to actually absorb it and grow a
little.

�Uh.. Maia..� he said
nervously. She wrinkled her forehead at him questioningly.

�You�re.. quite good in
transfiguration, right?�

She agreed hesitantly and he asked her whether she would help him with his
homework.� Raising her eyebrow she asked
almost inaudibly if he really needed help in transfiguration and he responded
with a small smirk. �Well.. I could always do better..�

They arranged to meet in the library that evening.� As she was saying it, she realised she hadn�t
solved the homework Dumbledore had given and wondered whether Tom had.. and whether he might possibly direct
her to a book..�

Soon enough lunch was over and the
rest of the day passed quickly.� Languages was brilliant � the teacher Professor Paracelcius was funny and nice and very old � something she
was starting to appreciate a lot more now.�
Old men tended not to be particularly motivated by sex anymore.�

She was lucky so many of her teachers were female � Thank goodness she hadn�t
taken divination.. Professor Proctor was quite young
and clever looking.� When Abraxas had pointed him out she�d actually wondered how it
might have been to take the course with someone who wasn�t totally flakey. �

By the time charms
was over she was feeling quite good again.� The ancient wispy haired teacher had allowed
her to answer two questions and awarded Slytherin ten
points for her answers.� And now she was
sitting in the back of the library going through transfiguration texts looking
for the kind of solution that Dumbledore seemed to be implying existed to the
liquid-solid transfiguration problem.�

Sorrenson
was quite distracting. �He seemed to be
content to just sit beside her and watch her.��

�Do your homework� she instructed him in her best �get on with it harry� voice
and he made a vague gesture at working but essentially continued just sitting
and watching her moon eyed.�

�Sorry.� You wanted to study with me.� I�m studying.�
You should be working too.� She said without looking up from her text.

He mumbled �well..I wasn�t really thinking we�d be..studying..exactly..�

Snorting she reminded him of what Tom had said and he sighed and tried to apply
himself to his textbook.�

The boy in question appeared in
the flesh soon afterward, and Sorrenson seemed
suddenly avidly employed with his homework.

Tom and she exchanged a look that
said he was quite aware and didn�t mind much.�

�Working on Dumbledore�s homework I see� he said with a smug reticence that
told her that he indeed had already found an answer.�

Not even bothering to beat around the bush she demanded � �Alright. Let�s see
it then!��

He must have only just found the answer himself because he actually proceeded
to give her a demonstration, casting aquamenti and
directing the water from his wand into a sharp cube then transfiguring it into
ice and back again.�

She scowled. �I don�t suppose
you�ll tell me how you did that?� she asked without much hope.�

He smirked and gave her the once again frozen icecube.
�I have every confidence you�ll work it out� he told her and sauntered off,
calling back to Sorry to make sure he walked her back to the dorm when they
were done.�

She searched uselessly for another
two hours while the cube on the desk melted into water again and sorry got
increasingly impatient.

�Look� he said �Dumbledore probably doesn�t expect you to find the answer if it�s
that hard.� He usually sets something ridiculous to keep
Tom busy.� He won�t mind if you don�t
know it.��

She narrowed her eyes at him and hissed back �If Tom can do it then it�s obviously possible and I just need to figure out how it�s
done.��

Eventually, on the seventh text
she thought she had something.. It wasn�t the answer
but it was suggestive.. it
made her think about.. chemistry. Physics.� Muggle sciences.� It was
about the thoughtforms in transfiguration � it worked
with intent.� That was why when you
transfigured something into an animal you didnt have
to focus on every cell and internal organ to produce a somewhat realistic
turtle.� Because when you transfigured
things you thought of the idea of the thing you wanted and focused upon the
feeling.� But the properties of water
didn�t involve a shape..and didn�t hold a shape. Water
was a diffuse idea in the mind.�
Nevertheless it was still � essentially, just a bunch of atoms sharing
electrons.� The turtle and the silver
spoon were all made of the same thing.�
She was just shuffling it around.�

If she concentrated on..on the bonds..and not the idea..� Maybe?�

She pointed her wand at the corner
of the desk and tried to carefully, gradually transfigure the atoms to vibrate
faster and the electrons to be shared less between them.�

Sorrenson
made a sound of surprise when the wooden corner melted and dripped onto the
floor like chocolate.

Well! That was a unusual thing for wood to
do, she thought. Wood didn�t melt, it burned � it shifted straight to
gases.� The brown puddle on the floor was
entirely unnatural.�

She pointed her wand at the water puddle on the table and focused on the bonds
within it. She didn�t just want it to harden where it was � she wanted it to be
in a shape.� It proved a lot more
difficult to direct the electrons to be shared in the order she needed.� Slowly though a wall of ice
formed and then gradually more layers were added vertically until she�d
essentially knitted a cube of tight bonds.��

The perfectly angular icecube sat on the desk
innocently.�

Now for the
other direction.� She grimly set
her jaw.� This would be harder.�� She failed the first few times.� It was very, very, delicate.�

She had to weaken the bonds just
enough to liquefy and then keep control to prevent them from spinning out and
losing structure.

It meant concentrating on the movement of a multitude of invisible points,
imagining what she wanted them to do.�

It was very very
hard to focus on them all for any length of time but she could.. if she concentrated.. liquefy the cube of ice and hold it for a few seconds then
solidify it again and rest.�

She wondered, exhausted, how the hell Tom had made it look so easy!�

She became suddenly aware that Sorrenson was looking at her like she had walked on
water.� �You figured it out!� he said
faintly. �How did you�
do it?!��

She struggled to explain it to him but he had no grasp of what atoms were or
electrons and he just looked at her like she was mad when she tried to tell him
the water was made of lots of invisible dots with bits of invisible energy
whizzing around them at incredible speed.�

No matter how simply she phrased it � there was just too much missing
understanding for him to make sense of what she was saying.

He shook his head faintly �So.. these..things..
are made of water?��

�No.. everything is made of them.. We are too. There�s little real
difference between my hand, my wand, the air, the table, you.� It�s all made of the same stuff.��

He patted her reassuringly. �Ok.. well
the main point is that you figured out Dumbledore�s homework.� I can see I�m not going to be able to do
whatever you did.� It doesn�t really
matter though. Come on.. I�ll walk you back��

She smiled and gave up, gathering her things and walking with him.�

As they went, her thoughts were
lost in the new idea she�d just found and the implications.� When she transfigured lead into gold � was
she really just changing the material on an atomic level?�

She knew that the nuclei of the atoms were actually different between different
elements � it wasn�t just the electrons.�

It was one thing to change the state of water but to turn water into say.. silver.. on
an atomic level that was really complicated.�
Water was hydrogen and oxygen and silver was actual silver atoms.. much, much, larger..many more electrons too.. where did
all those extra bits come from?!�

How was it possible to just transfigure them effortlessly with magic?!� Where did the magic get the bits it
needed?�

She thought..
maybe.. it would be easier
going in the other direction.. if she had a silver atom could she just pull
the bits off it she needed and make it into a whole lot of hydrogen atoms?�

Trying to remember everything she�d ever learned about subatomic particles she
wandered on amiably, led by the peripheral figure at her side, but not really
seeing anything.�

Surely she could focus down onto the atoms themselves and take away the bits
that made them silver and make them aluminium or oxygen or something else.
There was a vague feeling in the back of her mind that something might be wrong
with that idea.� She was forgetting
something somewhere..�

She was distracted suddenly by the awareness that it was dark.�

�Huh?� she muttered looking up and
pulling herself back out of her thoughts just in time to feel herself pushed
against a wall and Sorrenson�s lips pressed to her
own eagerly.

She emitted an alarmed noise and tried to push him back to get some sense of
where she was and what was happening.� He
kissed her harder, his hands going to her own and clasping them. Bringing them up against the wall beside her body.�

She blinked in the dark, unable to make out a thing. �

Sorrenson pulled away from her and muttered something
and she found she couldn�t move her hands away from the wall.

�Stop!� she said urgently and.. surprisingly.. he actually did.. There was silence in the dark for a few
seconds.� Then she felt him lean in and
gently kiss up her jaw.� He murmured at
her softly �Let me, Maia.. I ..need
you.. I..I won�t hurt you..ok?��

She blinked in the dark, suddenly aware that these boys..
Abraxas, Septimus..as much as Palmer.. and Sorrenson too � they were death eaters.

They had all done terrible things already.. and the ease with which Sorrenson applied the cruciatus..and over so little.. the venom he�d
shown in watching palmer be punished..he came across
as so tender and young and nice, but he was already dangerous.�

She had thought that Tom had asked
him to watch her because he was safer to be around than the others.� Now she realised slowly that Tom had had
every confidence that Sorrenson could protect her if it came to it.�

Sorry was in some ways a bit like Harry � or the way Harry was now. �He could do meek and mild very convincingly.�

And he was no novice in sex either, even if he�d been overawed at her
performance last night.� The lips that
were moving over her throat..the hand that had lifted
her robe up and was inching its way up her thigh under her skirt...She wondered
whether Sorrenson had done this to any students
before (like Palmer obviously had..) or whether he limited his darker side to Tom�s
�parties�.

�Say yes..Maia..� he growled pleadingly against her ear.�

His hand reached her panties and slid inward and over them, fingertips brushing
her pubic mound lightly, teasingly.

�I want you..� he whispered and nipped at her
earlobe.�

She had to admit..
what he was doing felt good.� His other hand tugged at her robe, opening it
and pulling her blouse out of her skirt so that he could reach under it and
feel her skin.

�..Ok� she breathed.�

As if she�d said go, she found her
uniform divestoed and he almost fell upon her like a
wolf over a rabbit, kissing her roughly, his hands wandering all over her, pinching,
groping, fondling.�

�Ohh.. Merlin.. you feel so soft..� he said, his
face somewhere hear her left breast.�

She couldn�t help panting and whimpering as he sucked and then bit her
nipple.� He was..
so rough..it ..it was so like Rodolphus
sometimes.�

His fingers sliced through her slit, slipping easily through.

�Wet.. so wet.. you like this..� he said in a dark smug voice. ��yes� she whispered
back. �more..��

He readily complied and she was thrown off balance as he kicked her legs
farther apart and pierced her ungently with two
fingers, his thumb on her clit.

�Fuck..� he exclaimed.�
�You�re small.. Can�t wait to get my cock in
you..� �She
moved her hips in time with his hand, panting.

He stepped close again and kissed
her hard, knocking her head back against the wall, his other hand groping and
then squeezing her breast painfully.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered what was wrong with her that she
liked it like this.� When he hurt her...�

She was whining and riding his fingers eagerly and she felt his breath fast on
her lips, his face just in front of hers.

When he mashed his thumb down on
her clit she came, yelping and whimpering in pleasure. In the next moment his
hand was gone and he had lifted her by the thighs and sunk himself deep into
her with a satisfied groan. �Ohhh..
Salazar...fuck..hot.. tight
little cunt!�� He started to thrust into
her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, leveraging herself with her bound
wrists on the wall to gyrate her hips against him.�

His resulting groan was testament to how much he liked that.� He slapped into her hard and fast and he was
just thick enough to stretch her but not quite long enough to stab against her
cervix.. it was really almost
perfect..�

Strangely..
she wished she could have.. something
else.. as well.. Tom behind her or Septimus
in her mouth.. or Draco.. or Rodolphus.. yes..
she wanted Rodolphus behind
her and Sorrenson in front.. it
would be beautiful!�

He pulled at her legs, unwinding
them from around his waist and hooking his arms under her knees, pulling her up
and apart, stretching her open for him..

Panting he demanded �Say..my..name..�

She moaned at the angle of his
thrusts, not really attending.� He
slammed into her harder and demanded louder �Say.. my.. fucking.. name..
you ..dirty ..little ..whore!��

She whimpered, her mind not really working on all cylinders� �Sorrenson!��

He seemed to enjoy hearing it, his
movements shifted and he was hitting a place inside her that made her see stars.. over and over..

�Say it again.. I want to hear you scream it when you
come..� he growled and lifted her legs, putting them against his shoulders and
stepping into her, bending her in half

�Sorrenson! Sorry..Sorry.. Sorry...� she moaned. �ohh.. fuck Sorry.. you feel so good.�

He laughed low and brought his hand under her to tease at her little rosette
with his fingertip. �I�m going to have you there too..�
he panted.. �but.. not
tonight..��

He seemed to change pace and angle and the combination of the position she was
cramped into and his hands gripping her ass, his breath on her face..and mostly the delicious little place inside her that he
kept rubbing against ..had her shrieking his name in
minute, cramping in delight.�

She felt Sorrenson losing himself too, his movements
jerky and spasmodic, his cheek pressed against hers, breath fast and urgent on
her ear.�

When he came he whimpered,
wrapping his arms around her lower back, her thighs between them, knees bent
slightly against his shoulders.�

Coming down he pulled out of her
with a huffed exhalation and slowly lowered her legs to the ground, then leaned
back in and kissed her gently, chastely, over and over, his fingertips
exploring her face, her cheekbones, her jaw.

�I can understand why Abraxas had so much trouble� he
whispered.�

She tugged at her arms. �Want to
release me?�

He sighed. �No..
not really.. I want to take you home
and keep you locked in the family dungeon forever.. But..I�m guessing you probably wouldn�t like that and I�m sure Tom would kill me.�

Fuck..how can he do
this.. Let any of us touch you?!.. If you were mine...�� he trailed
off.�

She sighed, closing her eyes. �Please
Sorry.. dont�!��

She couldn�t see it but she had the feeling that he�d turned his face away. �Yeah..� he said softly after a few seconds. �I..know
you�re right...��

She felt the spell holding her
wrists dissipate and lowered them, massaging them with her hands.� �Where the hell are we anyway?!� she
grumbled.�

�Passage by the shepherd painting on the second floor.�
He said absently.

�Oh.� She said thoughtfully. �She flicked
out her wand and lit a lumos.� Sorrenson�s face
looked even more Rodolphus-like in the sharp
shadows.�

He looked at her hungrily and leaned in again to capture her lips. �Go again?�
he grinned.�

�No.. we have to get back. If Tom came to check on us again and
couldn�t find us he�ll be...furious� she amended.� She had been going to say �worried.��

Sorry looked at her strangely.� �How did
you even meet him?!.. How did you get into this?!.. He gave you his mark.. It took.. you
don�t want to know what it took to
get it for each of us.��

She grimaced. �You don�t want to
know what it cost me either� she said quietly.

Sorrenson�s
eyes widened with interest and he looked like he was about to say �Yes I do�� She turned away and
summoned her uniform, scourgifying it of the dust and
applying the reverse of the divesto.

�Come on� she said tightly.

He seemed about to argue but he
shook his head and dressed himself with a wandflick.�

As she turned into the darkness of
the passage that she knew came out on the ground floor near the entrance to the
dungeons, Sorrenson said �I�ll wait..
and sometime you�ll tell me..��

She didn�t respond but she was
thinking �not bloody likely!�.�

They returned to the common room
without incident and soon after, said goodnight as Hermione went to bed while Sorri went to go and sit with Cygnus and palmer on the
sofa, who were playing a game with lots of black and white counters on a
board.� Palmer was playing white.� Most of the board was covered in black.
Cygnus looked greatly amused as usual.

When she entered the dorm, Amalthea, Antonia and
Carmen were sitting on Antonia�s bed and talking.� They stopped when she came in and gave her
dirty looks.

She ignored it and went to her bed to get her nightdress and escape them into
sleep, but that was apparently not good enough.�

Antonia called across at her loudly � �Are you seeing Abraxas?��

Hermione rolled her eyes and made
a show of looking around the room, twitching aside the curtains. �Not at the
moment.. Why, is he here somewhere?� Are you
seeing him?� Are you sure you aren�t
imagining it?�

Amalthea
pulled a face. �Don�t be purile � are you dating
him?� Is he courting you? Answer the
question.��

�What does it have to do with
you?!� she responded irritatedly.�

Carmen frowned. �Well.. nothing really except that he came in late last night but you didn�t come in at all!� And we know you weren�t in the boy�s dorms
either.��

Hermione groaned. �I have no idea
what it matters to you but I fell asleep in an alcove over my transfiguration
text if you must know.� I was more tired
than I realised and didn�t wake up till early in the morning.� Can I go to bed now or do you have more
questions for me, O grand inquisitor?��

The girls exchanged a look.� �Fine.� I�ll ask Abraxas
then.� Antonia said snottily.�

�You do that.� Hermione shot back
as she tugged the curtains closed around her bed.� She heard the door open and close and got
into her night dress, banishing her uniform to a hanger at the end of her bed.�

She was just getting comfortable in bed when the door opened again and Antonia
said. �He said yes.�� He didn�t seem very
bothered hearing she didn�t come in last night though..

Do you know what he said?! He said I really should get a life and stop poking
my nose into hers.� Isn�t that rude!!.. What a jerk!��

Hermione felt herself smile and
warmth broke out inside her.� Abraxas was wonderful.�
On a whim she got out of bed in her white nightdress, barefoot, and went
to the door, letting herself out and going to the common room.�

Abraxas wasn�t up there.� Nosy bloody cow must have actually gone all
the way down into the boys dorms to find him and ask
him.�

Sorri and palmer looked at her in shock.� Cygnus who was facing the other direction
turned around to see what they were looking at and his eyes widened too in
surprise.�

�Uh.. sorry.� She said �go
back to your game.��

She nervously went to the boys stairs and descended two flights to the sixth year boys
floor.�

She�d never been down here before.� It
was somehow different to the girls side.� Darker or.. she didn�t know.� Just less hospitable somehow.�

Which room was Abraxas in?� Shit.. She should
have asked.� Oh well.�

She knocked on the first door and someone said �yeah�. She poked her head in
and thank god.. it was the right
room.�

Abraxas apparently roomed with Septimus,
Benjamin and two others who weren�t present.�
He looked surprised and pleased to see her.�

�Maia!..��

Septimus
poked his head up from bed and sat up saying �what?�

She bounded in, not unaware that all three boys were eyeing her in her nightie, and threw her arms around Abraxas,
kissing him.�

He responded eagerly, his hands wandering over her through the thin
cotton.�

�What in the world..� Septimus growled.� �That daft bint Antonia was just in
here.� I assume this is related to that
intrusion somehow.��

Hermione pulled away and smiled up
at the blonde dazzlingly.� �Yes.� Thank you.�
They were being nasty.� I�m
sorry.� I stayed with Tom last
night.� Apparently the horrible cows are
watching my bed to be sure I�m not in his-�� she pointed to Septimus
vaguely.�

Septimus shot a look at Benjamin, who seemed
confused, watching this going on, and bit his tongue.�

Hermione was almost certain if it had been just the three of them in the room
he�d have made some comment about her being in his bed.

�I better go back to bed� she said
reluctantly.� �I just needed to come and
thank you for putting her in her place.��

Abraxas
smiled at her, pleased. �You�re more than welcome.� How affectionately grateful do you think you
might find yourself if I came back with you and hexed all three of them?�

She smirked at him. �Don�t tempt me!� and then she was out the door and
climbing the stairs quickly, hoping not to be caught out by anyone in the boys
dorms in her current attire.�

She only waved quickly to the three on the couch and called �night� before
darting back down the girls side and back into her room.

Amalthea,
seeing her huge smile and bruised kissed lips demanded in a snitty
tone �And just what do you look so pleased with yourself for now?!��

She gave her the finger and went to bed.

She heard them bitching as she closed her curtains. �She wouldn�t have gone
into the boys dorm dressed like that
would she?!� There�s no way!!� That�s.. that�s just-..��

There was a scrabbling and then
the door was opened and slammed again.�
Hermione didn�t hear the end of the drama because she cast a few wards,
a silencing spell and drifted off to sleep happily.

She walked into the great hall
that morning in fantastic spirits.� Abraxas smiled brightly, seeing her coming and made space
next to him.�

Septimus, she could see was not smiling. He looked a bit pissed at her actually..�

Tom didn�t look up from the fruit
salad he was stirring vaguely.�

She frowned.� It was unlike him to not notice her.�

Sorry was looking at Tom too and seemed a bit uneasy.� Nobody but him had apparently noticed a
thing.�

She made Abraxas
move down and sat between him and Tom.�
At this Tom graced her with a
glance and then went back to picking at his food.

Abruptly, his manner changed and he looked up and smiled that small self-assured
little smile he frequently wore and ate with a more usual gusto.�

She frowned uneasily.� Was he worried about something?� Had something happened that she didn�t know
about?��

Abraxas nudged her and smirked, schadenfreude
all over his face � �You know.. last
night after you left Septimus was practically
assaulted by your roommates. �It was brilliant.� He was lying there trying to sleep and they
were dancing about hurling accusations.�

They must have kept it up for half an hour at least.� Truly unbelievable.

Apparently he needs to stay away from you because you are a tramp and obviously
betraying me already.��

At that Hermione did smirk a
little. �I hope you dressed them down again..� she
said, looking across the table at Amalthea who was
practically superglued to the weary, irritable, Septimus� side, gripping onto his arm and glaring at
her.�

Abraxas
smiled back, flashing perfect white teeth. �I did.. I told them in no uncertain terms
that I have complete faith in you and am absolutely certain as to where your loyalties lie.�

At that even Septimus smirked faintly, although he
hid it well, taking a bite of toast with butter and honey.

Hermione put her hand on Abraxas thigh under the
table and stroked him gently. Then she turned her attention to her own
breakfast, turning only a half hearted ear to the conversation between Sorry
and Abraxas.�

Soon enough it was time for class
and she hung back so that she could walk next to Tom.� He still seemed..off..somehow. She tried to ask him whether anything had happened
but he changed the subject and enticed her into a debate on the nature of free
will.�

In DADA they spent the lesson
going over the new discoveries in the anatomy and physiology of haggarts thanks to Hermione�s accident in the previous
class.�

Apparently the ministry had claimed the creature�s remains and were carrying
out all manner of tests on it but Professor Merrythought
had thoughtfully engaged in her own research before alerting them to its existence
and it was this amazing new data she
wanted to share with them.�

They could continue with their regular lesson plan next week.� This was something special..

Hermione listened with interest
wondering why she had never learned any of these things in DADA in her time �
if they were established fact now � then why was the record still sketchy
regarding the physical form of haggarts and boggarts.�

Assuming they even had a similar form.�
Simply because they behaved in a comparable manner did not mean that boggarts weren�t some kind of horsefly with grand
aspirations.�

Tom asked a lot of questions �
most of which Hermione probably wouldn�t have thought to ask. What differences
did the creature�s brain show to other comparable organisms of that size and form.� Implied � house
elves and goblins.� By the time class was
over, Hermione felt like she probably knew more about haggarts
than most people in her time.�

The last ten minutes of class she
had been sitting on the edge of her seat impatient to go to transfiguration.� In the corridor, on the way upstairs, Tom
snorted and commented �I can only conclude you found a solution to the
liquid-solid problem.��

She smiled broadly. �Yes!!� she
gushed. �More than that maybe..but I need to think
about it first..�

He furrowed his brow. �What was your
solution?�� she
snorted. �You wouldn�t tell me yours!��

He started to say something but
then Sorrenson appeared at her side.� �You�re in trouble.� He said with a grin.

She startled

�Why?!�

He told her that Madam Pleck had found her melted table and apparently they
couldn�t get it to unmelt properly.� Every time it was transfigured back together
it would only hold for a while and then it just melted again. They had had to
cut the corner off and then transfigure the rest of the table to replace
it.�

Tom looked surprised and
avaricious. �What kind of a solution did you
find then that permanently...melts?! ..wood?�

She� bit her lip �I forgot about the table.
�Damn. �They don�t know it was me, right,
though?��

Sorrenson looked at her like she was daft � �There are spells to track biomatter
you know.� Of course they know it was
you.� Dumbledore was just in the
library.� I bet you have to demonstrate
for the class.� He darted off ahead to tell Abraxas
and Septimus.�

Tom looked at Hermione with a glint
in his eye.� �You�ll be teaching me
whatever it is that did that later.� He said with conviction.�

She nodded on general principles.
�Sure.� But wait a bit till I�ve got it
sorted in my mind, ok? �It�s still a bit
iffy.�

He didn�t respond and then they were at the door.� She saw Beatrice had saved her a seat and the
girl gave a little wave.�

Abraxas had saved her a seat too though.� She stood hesitating.

�Oh go and sit with her if you
really want to� Tom muttered behind her.

She brightened and veered off toward
Beatrice, offering her a bright smile and asking her how she was.

The class progressed quite
well.� Dumbledore, who had smiled and
twinkled at her when he came in and saw her sitting next to Beatrice, had not
asked them anything about the liquid solid transfiguration problem at all.� Instead they were working on incremental
shifts in colour and size � fine tuning, in essence.�

A number of people in the class
seemed to struggle with even large incremental shifts.� It seemed like the smaller the change you
wanted the harder it was to focus in your mind on the different outcome.�

She saw sorry look over at her frustrated because his sea-green gem wouldn�t
change to turquoise according to the colour chart.��

It was only at the very end of
class that Dumbledore asked, as if in passing, whether anyone had solved the
problem he had set at the last lesson.�

Only three hands went up.� Tom, her own and a blond plaited girl two rows in front of her.�

�Ah.� Excellent, excellent.� Everyone else may leave early � if you three
would remain please to show me your solutions.�

Internally, Hermione snorted.� Of course he�d do it like that. For all Sorry�s enthusiasm � there was no way Dumbledore would
allow the accidental transfer of some spell that he himself was apparently
unable to counteract.�

She was certain he�d not have let her get away with not admitting it
either.�

The class filed out with Sorrenson looking particularly peeved back at her.� He�d obviously wanted to see the reaction �
although whether Tom�s or Dumbledore�s she couldn�t be sure.�

When the last student had filed
out,� Dumbledore
came around to lean against the front of his desk looking quite eager.�

�Right then.�
Miss Maplewood � please demonstrate for us your solution.��

The blonde girl turned in her seat
and asked for an ice cube.�

Dumbledore hesitated and then
nodded �Of course..� He turned and retrieved one from
a box on his desk.

�Hermione wondered if he had been
planning to do the lesson on the liquid solid issue before the library this
morning.�

The blonde girl took the icecube and concentrated on it and then it liquefied,
rippling slightly over its surface.�

Dumbledore clapped and smiled
broadly.� �How did you do it?� he
asked.�

She swallowed and dithered around.

When the girl finally got to the
end of her meandering explanation Hermione pieced together that she�d only
transfigured the centre to liquid, the outer surface was a gellikelayer
sufficient to keep the form.�

Dumbledore smiled and told her that unfortunately that wasn�t the objective �
and that Mr Riddle had used a similar method in the last class employing
wards.�

The blonde looked very discouraged
and started to make excuses about how she had looked through the library and
found nothing that explained how to do it.�

Dumbledore smiled and said the answer would come to her.�

Hermione privately doubted
it.� If she�d had the solution the girl
had had, she wouldn�t have raised her hand in the first place.� It was obviously a cheat and a stolen cheat
at that.��

When the girl asked if she could stay and see the other
solutions, Dumbledore told her that it would spoil her drive to discover and
sent her off.�

Hermione wanted to smirk at
him.� Drive to discover. Pfff.�

He turned to Tom then and asked
him for his solution.�

Tom smiled politely. �Actually, I
have two, Professor�

Dumbledore didn�t seem at all
surprised or even particularly pleased, which peeved Hermione off.� She
was surprised.� Which one had he
demonstrated for her in the library?�

Tom went on.� �I don�t need an ice cube, Sir. Thank
you.� I�ll make my own.��

Dumbledore nodded. He had
apparently expected no different.�

The display was exactly the same
as he had showed her in the library.�

�The answer, Mr
Riddle?� Dumbledore asked, with just a shade of predatorial
glitter in his eye.�

�Certainly Sir.� This is not an optimal method.� I simply worked on casting more than one
spell at once.� Therefore I can levitate
and shape the water with one while I transfigure it with the other.� It�s a cheat, obviously Sir. � however I have found that the ability to focus on more than one
spell at once has been useful to learn in any case.��

Dumbledore looked a little put out
by Tom�s outright statement that it was a cheating method � he had probably
wanted to call him on it.� Hermione was neither
here nor there about the legitimacy of the solution.� She was more preoccupied with the
implications of being able to cast more than once spell at once with the same
wand.�

That was fantastic!� One could hold a
high level shield charm and fire offensive hexes at the same time.� How the hell did he do that!?

�What is the optimal solution, Mr Riddle� Dumbledore said, gifting him
with a thin smile.

�It�s a matter of focus and intent,
Sir� Tom told him. �Exactly like the gems we were transfiguring today. �It�s not a matter of transfiguring merely a
change to liquid water � you have to transfigure a cube of water and maintain focus upon the full idea of it.�

As water is nearly never a floating cube, it is difficult to persuade the mind
to grasp the concept fully enough to intend it.��

Dumbledore nodded slowly.� �That
is the correct answer, Mr Riddle.� I am..unsurprised.. that you alone have
realised it.��

This was probably as close to praise as Dumbledore ever got.� Tom looked shocked.�

�But let us see what Miss Schiller has come up with.� I do not believe she employed the same
methods as you have just demonstrated.��

Hermione felt nervous
suddenly.� �Um..
ok..� she said softly.�

�Come
closer Miss Schiller.� Mr
Riddle too.� Let us all get a
better look at your process.��

Blushing against her will, Hermione
got out of her desk and moved to the one in front of Dumbledore.� Tom shifted to the one next to hers.�

He was visibly as eager as the professor to see her demonstration.��

Hermione cast aquamenti
until she had a nice puddle of water on her desk and then tried to focus.�

It was much harder with these two watching her.�

�Er.. I need to concentrate..quite a
bit.. please..�

Dumbledore nodded. �We will not
interrupt you until you are finished.��

She took a deep breath and focused
on the water, trying to remember how she�d felt in the library when she�d been
thinking about the bonds and the atoms in their orchestrated movements.�

It took a minute for her to get a grip on the impression in her mind and then
she started to build the vertical wall of atoms bond by bond and layer by layer
until she had a very solid, perfectly glassy clear cube of ice.�

Then, not realising her breathing was speeding with the effort to keep a fine
touch and not topple everything with a clumsy bond pulled in the wrong place,
she weakened the structure, rearranging the electrons until most of them were
not shared and a delicate cube of liquid water sat on the desk rippling.�

Then she rearranged them back again � which was a lot easier and the cube
became solid once more.� She looked up,
blinking.�

Dumbledore looked entranced -� Tom looked
confused.

�And... how..did you do it, Miss� Schiller?� the professor asked.�

She sat back thinking of how to
explain it.� This was the part she had
had difficulties with when Sorry had asked and she hadn�t come up with an
easier explanation yet.�

�Well... um..
ok.. to start with �
everything..is made of little tiny pieces.. like balls.� And they
have little bits of energy that orbit around them.��

Dumbledore nodded.� Tom didn�t but he looked interested.� She went on.�
�and.. so.. the little
balls � call them atoms.. in things that are solid are sharing the little bits of
flying energy � right?� They kind of move
around several of them in figure 8s and other reciprocal orbits.� But in things that are liquid.. they don�t so much � they just
go around their own atom.�

So I just used the energy bonds to construct a lattice of atoms in a cube shape
and then I changed the bonds a little bit at a time until enough of them were
not shared that the lattice was liquid, but a few were shared, keeping the cube
in shape.��

Tom�s jaw dropped. �and it.. apparently works on tables
too..� he said somewhat sarcastically.�

�Can you do that for metal?� Or.. glass?� Or..paper?� The applications in potions seem phenomenal.. can you-�

Dumbledore held up a hand.

�That is an extremely inventive
method of solving the problem.� I have to
commend you.� Fifty
points to Slytherin, Miss Schiller.�

But now.. you must tell me
how you thought of this!� It seems such
an unusual theory.� ...atoms.. little flying energy.��

Hermione opened her mouth and then
closed it again.

This was tricky � she could hardly tell the truth. �She needed to use old explanations.� Saying �
my science teacher said so probably wouldn�t do.�

�Um.. ok.. in the 6^th century BC in India jainists developed theories about atoms composing objects
and then in the 5^th century BC the greek
philosopher Leucippus and then his student Democritus developed a theory based
on the idea that there was some kind of smallest unit of matter � which he
called atomos � it means uncuttable.�

Then um... �in the late seventeen
hundreds� Antoine Lavoisier theorised
about the conservation of mass and came up with the idea that there are
elements which are different to one another on an atomic level � like.. um.. silver.. and
gold. And then John Dalton in the 1800s proposed the idea of compounds of atoms
� like.. um.. water which is a compound of hydrogen and oxygen.��

She couldn�t really remember when that particular factoid had been discovered �
it was such a standard piece of knowledge in the nineties.� Even idiots would know it.�

She decided she should probably leave it there. Dumbledore was looking at her
with an intense speculative expression.

�And you have somehow developed a
personal interest in..muggle
philosophy and science.. while running from Grindelwald?��

Hermione blushed. �No sir.. I had it before too.�
And.. my mother was
very interested in philosophy.� She
wanted to be a teacher for a while.��

This too was all completely true.� Not a
lie in sight.�

Dumbledore seemed to let it go
although a sharpness in his eye told her that her
story hadn�t convinced him at all.�

�Well...How fascinating in any
case.� This is exactly the kind of thing Grindelwald should probably think about while he�s on his
little crusade.�

The muggles have come up with so many fascinating and
useful ideas in their history and many of them.. as we see here.. can be very useful
in the wizarding world also.��

Hermione frowned slightly.. it seemed to her that the reason
for not killing muggles should probably be a bit
stronger than �they might do something that could be useful for the wizarding world in some way.�

It was like Tom punishing Palmer because he had disobeyed and not because of
what he�d done.�

�Yes Sir.� I agree completely� she heard
herself say.� �Do you think that the man
might be reasoned with?��

Dumbledore gave her a long intense
look. �I highly doubt it� he said after a while. �He is..convinced.. that
he is doing the right thing.. people are so much
harder to persuade when they are working in pursuit of what they believe to be
noble ends.��

Hermione observed the irony in his mentioning that in light of what he
would do in the future.�

�Enough about that dreadful despot,
though� Dumbledore said brightly. �Coming back to your
method.� I have not heard of
anyone using it before � although I will have to do some research to be
certain.� If it is truly novel � you may
be permitted to name the practice.�

In the meantime however I would caution you .. and yourself Mr Riddle � although I doubt the idea would
occur to you to share something rare
and potentially valuable � Do not talk of this practice further.� It may be potentially dangerous.�

I do keep up with some advances in
the muggle world through a friend I have known for
many years in the Americas.� They are
working on..atoms.. there and
from what I have heard there can be some very unpleasant effects if one is not
careful.��

Hermione experienced a tiny jolt �
in the states right now Einstein and his group would be working on splitting
the atom.� She thought again about her
idea to simply take bits away from silver to make it oxygen.�

Where would all the bits go? � they would be
released.� Explosively.�

Perhaps she should not experiment
on that.. necessarily.� And.. she�d have to do something extremely nice for Sorry later to
thank him for possibly preventing her from blowing up Hogwarts and a large
radius around it.�

�Ok professor.� I�ll keep it theoretical and I won�t tell
anyone else about it.�

Dumbledore smiled.�

�Good girl.� Now.� Off you go, both of
you � you are missing lunch.�

Outside the classroom, they had only
walked a few paces before Tom grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her down the
next side corridor and into an alcove. He looked extremely excited.

No sooner were they in the hollow
behind the statue than he was pressing her up against the wall and kissing her
urgently.

�So clever...� and you�re.. mine�
he mumbled in between kisses.

He cast a series of spells over
his shoulder without looking then vanished her
underwear, lifted her against the wall and, freeing his cock from his pants and
robes, took her, fast and dirty.�
Afterward he sunk to the floor with her on his lap, stroking her head
and recovering.

She liked it when he did that.� He had a
way of stroking her hair that was unbelievably relaxing and pleasant.

She leaned her head against his shoulder.

�Now..�
he said when he was calm again. �what are these..unpleasant side effects the old goat was referring to?��

She snorted faintly.� Typical.�

She raised her head and looked
into his eyes suggestively.� He took the
hint and delved in.� She showed him a
memory of old film footage of atomic tests and then photos of Hiroshima and
Nagasaki��

He almost choked.

�Muggles
did that?!..How?!� It�s.. the scale of it.. It�s-..� are you sure?!��

Turning her face away to break the
contact she rolled her eyes ��Am I sure?� What kind of question is that? � It�s common
knowledge in my time.�

Are you sure what the..five.. or
six.. or nine or whatever uses of dragons blood
are?��

He turned her face back �And you
are saying that ..you..
could do that?.. Dumbledore was implying that you might do that..
is that not so?��

She wasn�t sure what to
answer.� It seemed like a no would cause
him to want to experiment and a yes would cause him to want to experiment even
more, with marginally more caution but a hell of a lot more devious
intent.�

�I..think..
I might have come close to accidentally doing something like that yesterday.. My thoughts were going in a certain direction and I didn�t
make the connection.� Luckily Sorry
distracted me and I forgot about it till class.�

Tom looked annoyed.. almost
bitter for a moment, turning his face away.�

She felt something stab inside for
a moment, remembering how he had been this morning.�

Was he upset about Sorrenson?� Did he
find out somehow or did Sorrenson say something
stupid.. He�d
also looked a bit concerned this morning.�

She placed her hands on Tom�s
face, turning him back to look at her.�

His eyes were blank and shielded although there might have been a flash of fury
there for a moment.

�What is it?� What has happened? This morning you were...bothered
by something.. What�s the matter?��

He turned his face away roughly. �Nothing.� It�s
nothing.��

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheekbone lightly then lifted her
off him and stood.

�Come on.� We should get some lunch.� I have arithmancy
in a quarter of an hour.��

She felt a worried shiver in the
bottom of her stomach but straightened herself.�
He had vanished her knickers so she�d have to go without which was a
bit...embarrassing if she was to sit in the grand hall like this.. she scourgified
herself twice and hoped that nobody would notice�

Tom walked quite quickly and she
had to hurry to keep up. �

In the Grand Hall everyone was
sitting chatting and laughing.� She
smiled.�

Dumbledore was watching them both as they entered.� He smiled at her and inclined his head, but
his eyes looked slightly.. hard..
She smiled a plastic smile back.�

Her eye was drawn against her will to the vile man sitting next to him.�

Slughorn
didn�t meet her eye although he was looking at them both.� He was looking at Tom.�

Just then he smiled a nasty smile.. It looked like.. it reminded her of.. the way Severus had looked at her before he�d made her watch
the memory of Lucius.. it
looked..horrible..

Just then his eye slid to her and if anything his smile widened.� It was a different smile but it was very
similar.. the difference
was..one of anticipation.�

His smile looking at Tom hadn�t had anticipation in it while his smile to her
had.�

She suddenly had a sick feeling.

Grabbing Tom by the sleeve she
spun on her heel and nearly forcibly dragged him out of the Great Hall,
although as soon as he realised her intent he shook her off and followed her
with a polite confused expression.�

No sooner had the doors closed than his expression changed to one of blind
rage.

�What in Hades do you think you�re
doing?!� he hissed at her �In public!..If I had time..I�d-..�

She interrupted him urgently, her eyes wide.

�Did you go to Slughorn last night?!!�

He cut off as if silencioed. His face was perfectly blank.

�Tom!!� she pleaded with him. �Please.. tell me.. did
you?��

He turned away, his voice
icy.� �Go away, Maia. I am not in the mood right now.� I intend to speak with Roan and then go to arithmancy.�

I have no intention of allowing you to have a drama all over me at
present.��

That said he marched away from her back into the great hall.�

She stood in the foyer in the
sudden silence and felt extremely bad.�
Painfully sick in fact.�

She�d been sitting in the library and he�d come in.. had he already been to Slughorn
and was seeking her out?.. or was he about to go and
wanted to speak with her?.. probably the latter..

He�d come to her and she was busy on..rubbish.. on tripe for Professor
Dumbledore.�

Panic welled up in her.� What had the sick fuck done?� He.. he wouldn�t have..done..anything more than touch or ..insinuate
or..anything..would he?�

But..Tom
had seemed very reticent about the teacher when he was telling her to be
perfect in potions - not to screw up.�

Tom was perfect in potions.�

Without fault, in fact.�

She thought about the information
she�d learned about him when they were looking for the horcruxes.� He�d got the idea and the information about horcruxes from Slughorn.� Harry had shown her his memory of the
memory.�

Tom had been.. young.. only what.. fourteen?� Fifteen at the most.� Slughorn had let him stay behind after the slug club
meeting.�

Hermione�s mouth tasted coppery
and sour.�

Little things..
looks.. gestures.. And Tom
was used to abuse..
when it was for something he wanted, he�d just tolerate discomfort.�

He�d put himself between her and Slughorn without
even hesitating.. and she�d
been in a passageway fucking Sorrenson while..�

Oh God!!�

She literally ran down the
corridor to the girls bathroom and threw herself into
the first stall, emptying her stomach.�

It hurt so much.. the
thought.. What she�d done while he-..

And he�d come to her and she hadn�t
even bothered to lay aside her books and talk with him.�

Abruptly something twisted in her
and she was filled with the most enormous rage.�
Hate for Slughorn.� In
a way she hadn�t even felt when he was leching all
over her in class.�

She wanted him dead..
but how could she kill him?! � She�d taken classes
with him herself in the future.� It was
not possible to kill him.�

Augh.� Time!�

What would happen if she did kill him..

But then Tom seemed to believe that it wouldn�t be possible to� create a
paradox.� Something would prevent
her.� Something would always get in the
way � or else the future would have been different.��

But...perhaps Slughorn
could be called away or sent away for a while now..

He could get sick.. he could
be injured.. something..

He had to be back for Professor Snape too, she realised.

�Oh god..� oh fucking
god!!!� The horror of that hit her too.� NO!!�
The prick wouldn�t abuse Severus like he was doing with Tom and..god knows how many others.�

She would not allow this to continue.��

She needed air.�

No.� She needed
advice.. but air might be the
first step to thinking clearly.�

She turned down the corridor and went out to the little courtyard with the
fountain that she�d been on her first day.��
Breathing deeply she sat down on the little stone bench beneath the
honeysuckle.�

Something..
she had to do something. Something
to get rid of Slughorn for at least two years.��

It occurred to her vaguely that
she was being unbearably selfish by only thinking of the next two years during
which time Tom would be here.�

But you know.. she couldn�t
do everything and obviously if he
taught in the future she was limited in what she might achieve.�

A whistle attracted her attention
and the red and blue bird twirled and looped and landed on the centre of the
fountain chirrping at her.�

�Hello Mencius� she said sadly. �

The bird chirrped back.�

She watched him preen and jump about on the statue for a few minutes and then
slowly she knew what she wanted to do.�

�I have to go now.� Bye Mencius!��
she said, as if the bird would hear or
care.�

Obviously lunch was over, as the
corridors were full of students.� She
took her time walking, hoping that they�d clear out into their classes by the
time she got to the room of requirement.�
They hadn�t so she sat down on a bench some way down the hall and waited
until the corridor was clear.�

�I need a book with a spell or
potion to get rid of Slughorn for a few years and a
quiet place to read� she thought over and over, pacing.��

The room provided.�

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