New Colors of Life

Not beta-ed yet, sorry. Thank you all for the great feedback! I am so happy you liked the last chapter! This one, however, freaks me out. I pray that you'll like it. This is the turning point of the story. From now on, things will go faster between Tom and Hermione, so that they finally reach the point where I want them to be. All those chapters, including this one, were some sort of a prologue for the story to come. So, enjoy!!!

Please let me know what you think. All your suggestions, advises and criticism are welcomed!!!

Chapter 11.

The Storm.

A/N Warning- violence, sex scene.

The door between the rooms. His and Her.

After leaving her bathroom, cold and anxious, Hermione climbed onto her king-size bed, hoping to forget all her worries in her sleep. She tried not to think about her “perfect” match or about the conclusions she had come to. It was way too crazy, even for her. Or him.

Sleep did not come fast enough for Hermione. She was nervous and scared. Riddle did not show up earlier in the evening, even though Hermione was one hundred percent sure that “the talk” would happen tonight. It was well past midnight when she finally fell asleep.

Finally , because the damn Head Boy decided to have some fun an hour earlier and “accidentally” forgot to place silencing charms on his room that had interconnecting door with her room. Not to mention, that Hermione’s silencing charms did not help at all-the bastard had done something to the door.

Hermione could hear a loud cry from the girl in Riddle’s room, then, she could hear silent moans, she could hear begging and sobbing.

‘Is he eating her alive or something?’ annoyed, thought Hermione bitterly.

She did not envy the girl. She did not, Hermione repeated to herself. Riddle was a monster and she did not want or need him to lay all his love on her. Definitely not.

Pushing aside the memory of Tom Riddle kissing her, devouring her mouth while his hands held her tight, Hermione convinced herself that she was not aroused. For Merlin’s sake! She was not a pervert, like someone , thought Hermione throwing a nasty glare towards the interconnecting door.

The screaming, moaning and sobbing had been going on for an hour or so before everything went quiet. And that freaked Hermione out. She tried not to imagine what was going on in there.It took her some time to let her fear go and relax.

Heavy eyelids were closing; her breath and her heartbeat were slowing down. Hello, sleep!

Making herself more comfortable, Hermione started to count sheep that were jumping through a barrier in her imaginary world. It always helped.

One sheep jumped, second jumped…tenth jumped…sixty ninth was…weird. It was black with red eyes. Hermione willed the sheep to jump, secretly hoping it would fall. It somehow reminded her of Riddle. Already half way to the dream land Hermione was snickering in her mind while counting the sheep.

‘Malfoy- the ferret, Riddle- the sheep’.

The red-eyed black sheep took off the ground and was about to smack into the barrier when its head turned to Hermione and said in oh-so-familiar-voice: “Oh, you are sooo going to pay for that, my little challenge”.

‘Bugger,’ thought Hermione half-awake, half-asleep, ‘Even some stupid sheep sounds like Riddle’ . Turning around in her comfortable bed, Hermione opened one eye to find her wand on her bed table when she was greeted by the sight she had hoped never to see.

She froze instantly, too scared to move.

A pair of yellow eyes with cat-like pupils was staring right at her.

‘Mommy!’ mentally cried Hermione. She hated, absolutely hated snakes. And this one was a very big one. ‘And poisonous as well,’ quietly added Hermione to herself. It seemed that the first wave of shock was wearing off.

The room itself was dark and quiet, illuminated by a couple of magical candles on the table.

Those nasty eyes were just a couple of centimeters away from her own face; staring unblinkingly at her. A forked tongue touched her nose, tasting her. Hermione had a feeling that the snake was no other than the famous Nagini, Voldemort’s pet.

Really, who else’s pet, a freaking snake no less, could smirk at her?

‘I am going to be eaten alive. Just like the girl in Riddle’s rooms.’

Now Hermione was quite sure she knew what had happened in the Head Boy’s room a couple of hours ago. Riddle had some fun and then fed the girl to his snake. Did she mention that he was a sick pervert?

In a second, it seemed that shock, fear and previous nervousness turned into one emotion- Rage .

It was the only word to describe what Hermione felt when she saw no other than Tom Riddle sitting in her armchair, smirking at her mockingly. It was the only explanation for her next action as well.

Grabbing the hissing snake with her hand, Hermione threw the nasty creature towards its master with all the force she could muster.

“You’ve lost your worm, Riddle,” hissed Hermione in a fit of rage. This was the first time in her life she has felt something like that- pure, untamed rage. It blinded her mind like a good Imperius curse would do.

The last thought went through Tom’s mind before he jumped towards Hermione and pressed her onto the bed with his body. ‘That is it, Escada. No more games’.

Trying to fight Tom as hard as she could, Hermione continued struggling against his strong hold. Tom’s hands were on her neck, suffocating her, stealing the air from her lungs.

‘If I die, at least I’ll take him with me,’ Hermione promised to herself while somehow sneaking her own hands to grab the Head Boy by his neck.

The struggling on the bed was fierce, merciless and cruel. A couple of times Tom managed to hit Hermione hard while he got hit in return. Neither cared about the consequences, this fight was the last straw for both of them.

The only other occupant in the room was curled in the armchair, hissing angrily at its master and the crazy girl. How dare they throw Nagini like a ball in a pin-pong match? She could tolerate her master’s mood swings when he would first kick her then scratch her head; but the other one? Nobody treated Nagini like that. And what was going on the bed?

Nagini was a very smart and wise snake; she had sometimes even participated in her master’s play with different females, but this? Her owner and the “rat’s nest”, as Nagini started to call Hermione, were acting like two hippogriffs, with all that screaming and struggling, their wands forgotten on the floor.

Deciding not to interfere, knowing her master’s temper, Nagini started slithering towards the still opened interconnecting door. Just as Nagini was about to slither to her master’s room, something fell on her tail.

Startled, Nagini tried to crawl away from the fallen bodies, when a hand grabbed her. Again.

“Die, Riddle. Just die!” screamed Hermione all the while trying to hit Tom with a snake.

Had Tom been in his right mind, he would have found it hilarious that he was being hit with his own snake that continued swearing like a fisherman. Now, however, Tom could care less if Nagini was quoting Shakespeare or singing a song. He needed to kill Escada.

“You little bitch,” hissed Tom while throwing an already sobbing Nagini onto the bed.

“Ever since you showed up, you’re nothing but trouble. You crossed the line here, sweetie,” snapped Riddle while finally catching Hermione’s arms in his own and pressing her now weak form on the cold stone floor. They both were breathing heavily, but it seemed that Tom had finally won.

“What shall I do with you now, baby?” drawled lazily the already relaxed Dark Lord.

“Yreyarredyulklkeart!” managed to choke Hermione. Her throat was extremely dry and it hurt really badly. Understanding that those might be her last words, Hermione still did not give up.

“I am sorry, my little hellcat. I did not get that. Care to repeat?” Now Tom was back to his calm self and was beginning to really enjoy the situation.

Gathering her all her strength, Hermione spit the words in Riddle’s face more clearly now.

“Your eyes are red. You look like the filthy half-blood rat you really are”.

For the first time in her life, Hermione understood what Harry meant when he had said that Voldemort’s eyes were the eyes of death itself.

Understanding that this was probably it, Hermione closed her eyes, ready to die. There was nothing she could do anymore, she decided. It was too late.

Nothing prepared her, however, for what happened next. Instead of killing her, Voldemort smashed his lips with hers. It was not a sweet kiss, the one she shared with him before, it was like Tom was trying to suck her soul out.

Tom Riddle saw red. This was the first time that his emotions completely took over him. This crazy girl managed to do what others failed. She finally drove him nuts . And now he was going to share this madness with her.

Hungrily kissing Hermione’s lips, pushing his sneaky tongue in her sweet mouth, Tom finally let go.

Hermione gave in. She simply had no more strength, nor will to fight. Riddle was going to kill her anyway, so why not prolong her time among the living and see what could come out of that.

It was really too much for her, and if she had to die afterwards, nothing stopped her from trying the forbidden fruit before that. She wanted to know what Tom Riddle was really like.

Tom was startled when he felt Hermione respond to the kiss. He could feel her tongue battling with his for dominance, unwilling to succumb. Letting her hands go, Tom grabbed her face, deepening the violent kiss.

Soft hands sneaked into his hair, pulling him even closer to Hermione.

She was suffocating from the heat of their kiss. It did not matter anymore that Tom Riddle was a mass-murderer, it did not matter that he was going to kill her afterwards- she needed him now.

Breaking the kiss, Tom looked Hermione in the eyes.

She caught his lips in another maddening kiss, while Tom tore her nightgown apart and caught her already erect nipple with his mouth.

Loosing herself to the blissful sensations, Hermione tried to undress Tom before her whole body turned into a boneless mass. She definitely needed to hurry, judging by the burning between her legs.

‘This is too good to be true,’ thought Hermione when Tom’s experienced tongue played with her nipple while his other hand squeezed her breast hard.

It seemed that Tom also wanted to get rid of his cloths as soon as possible, because the next minute Hermione felt a strong, naked male body press into her.

His lips found hers again, nibbling, biting, sucking. His right hand was already drawing circles on her moist folds while the left one was pinching Hermione’s erect nipple.

His tongue and lips were driving her mad, playing with her , teasing her.

“Pleaaase,” Hermione moaned when she felt Tom’s slender fingers enter her.

“Please what?” extremely aroused, teased Voldemort positioning himself between her thighs.

Hermione’s answer that turned into a cry of pain was silenced by Tom’s lips when he finally, in one fast and confident stroke, entered her fully.

She was tight beyond imagination. Slowly withdrawing from her, Tom bit her neck and roughly entered her again.

He was tearing her apart, she just knew it. God, it was so painful. Tom started moving faster all the while sucking her breasts, biting her neck and kissing her lips. Soon, the pain was replaced by some sort of weird pleasure.

Thoughts were running in Hermione’s head with the speed of a flying Boeing all the while Tom continued ramming into her.

He was definitely not a tender or sweet lover. He was brutal and violent.

She was a pervert, just like him, Hermione decided when the first wave of orgasm hit her. She actually enjoyed the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure; enjoyed even more, knowing that she was having sex not with a horny teenager, but with the most powerful Dark Lord in centuries. And when the said Dark Lord finally came to completion inside of her, Hermione felt one emotion she had long ago forgotten- happiness.

Few minutes went by in complete silence; only the heavy breathing could be heard in the dark room. They were still on the cold floor; Tom was still on top of Hermione, breathing quickly, but already calming down. Pushing himself up, Tom withdrew from Hermione and helped her get up.

Hermione was quietly looking at Tom while he dressed up and moved toward the interconnecting door.

“Tom?” she desperately called. She just knew that he was going to kill her now, but, oh God, she did not want to die. Not now, when she could have a life full of knowledge and meaning ahead of her. She wanted to live, no matter what.

“I am not going to kill you, Escada. If that is what bothers you,” quietly replied the Head Boy still standing in the doorway.

“Thank you,” murmured a very relieved Hermione. She would do everything possible and impossible to survive; to have a future.

Hermione was about to got to the bathroom when she was stopped by a calm voice of Lord Voldemort.

“Oh, and Escada?”

Turning around so that she would face him, somewhat happy Hermione smiled.

“Yes, Tom?”

“Crucio.”

A/N Sooooo.. What do you think about that? I am quite sure that you’ll have a lot of questions after that chapter. Of course, I will gladly answer then, if I can- winks. :)