New Colors of Life

A/N I am very sorry for the long wait but I couldn’t finish the chapter the way I really wanted to. Now I did. LOL…

Anyway, thank you all for leaving reviews-it’s great fun and pleasure to read them. Plus, your opinion matters a lot.

A huge thanks goes to my fellow Death Eater- Nerys … snickers

Anna Valerious - Nope, Hermione is not going to spill out everything. Too bad for Tommy. Or not..snickers evilly.
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Mariteri - thank you so much! I’m sorry about the mistakes. Beta is on vacation now. Sob.
Pookah -thanks for information. I didn’t know that. I’m afraid I’ll have to leave it to my beta to correct, since I’m too used to Ms. thing. Thanks again!

Just a reminder- Hermione was “re-sorted” into Slytherin and has no friends or family left in the future. Riddle is… Riddle


A/N This chapter is for all those people that believe in Tom Riddle’s redemption. Yeah.

A/N WARNING! This chapter contains : graphic sex scenes, coarse language, violence. You are warned that this chapter is rated M or NC-17 for a reason.


Not beta-ed yet. Sorry.

“Serpie”-thoughts
“Serpie”- the voice

Chapter 13.

We’ll seal the deal.

Anyone can become angry - that is easy, but to be angry with the right
person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose,
and in the right way, that is not easy.
-- Aristotle (384-322 B.C.)

‘No…,’ mentally cried Hermione upon seeing an empty cup from the tasty and cold pumpkin juice standing innocently on the table, ‘not the Veritaserum’.

She should have known better. A quiet devil is the worst devil.

“You sneaky, cheating bastard!” Hermione started screaming as soon as her brain cells began functioning again after the initial shock wore off. The very idea that Riddle had somehow managed to sneak some Veritaserum into her drink without her noticing...In one word- Hermione was pissed.

“Who? Me?” sweetly and innocently drawled the Dark Lord.

“How dare you, Riddle! Who the hell do you think you are?” screamed a very angry Veritaserum victim. “You’re a disgusting, manipulating pervert. You have everyone dancing around you if you’re some sort of a kind. King my ass!”

“Why are you so cruel?” suddenly asked Tom Marvolo Riddle.

“What?” Hermione snapped back at him.

“Hermione, don’t you see? I am not a monster. I am just a little misunderstood boy who knew no love in his hard, lonely life”. Did he just sob ?

“I was always the unnatural one. No one understands me, no one loves me. I am so lonely, Hermione”.

Hermione was too shocked to speak so she was silently looking into those innocent pretty eyes that sparkled with unleashed tears.

“You have to love me, you know, if you want me to become a gooooood boy,” Tom said quietly looking like a lost puppy. His eyes were so full of hurt and loneliness that had Hermione been Ginny Weasley, she would have cried by now.

“I am so sorry I killed everyone who pissed me. Well, almost everyone. But, Hermione! You can help me! You can fall in love with me; I’ll fall in love with you. I can even ask Myrtle if she could forgive me! And then my previously unwanted saviour will adopt me and I’ll be Tommy Dumbledore.” Riddle really did deserve an award for that show.

“You’re such a drama queen! Can I vomit now?” annoyed by all this “I-am-a-lost-pwetty-witty-wawy” action Hermione snapped at the sobbing form of Tom Riddle.
Only a small cot with blue teddy bears and a diaper were missing. Did she mention she wanted to vomit?

Tom Riddle’s cold eyes were back looking straight at her.

“But, since you don’t want to love me, I guess I won’t be a good boy, Hermione. You ruined me now. I’ll go tell Dumbles about it,” batting long eyelashes Tom drawled arrogantly like a spoilt child would do.

“Can I cry now or there’s more to come, Cinderella of Hogwarts?” Hermione was now really annoyed. Alright, so nothing new here- Riddle was completely insane, but why did she have to listen to that shit? Ron Wealey in her time was more than enough.

The trademark sneer-smirk was back on Riddle’s face.

“Glad to see that you’re actually not completely retarded to believe something like that. One point for Gryffindor, Granger. But don’t get overly excited. We don’t want your little Gryffindor heart to fail, do we now?” calmly said the Dark Lord playing with his yew wand.


“You should be worrying about your own lit-,” Hermione trailed off finally having noticed what Riddle really had said.

“Surprise, surprise!” Tom exclaimed in a somewhat bored tone.

‘How on earth did he know that? And why isn’t he surprised about my last name?’ worriedly thought Hermione trying to understand as soon as possible what the hell was going on.

One look at Riddle’s sneering face was enough for the answer to pop in her head.

‘Legilimency’.

“You really are the smartest witch of your age, Hermione Granger!” Tom mimicked Lupin’s words from Hermione’s memories of the future.

“Shut up, Riddle! I get it you’ve seen enough in my mind to understand that your pitiful attempts to scare or fool me will fail like everything else you do. Looser!” Hermione was definitely much more scared than she wanted to show Riddle, but there was no way she was going to tolerate that kind of attitude from Mr. I-like-peeking-into-other’s-brains.

“How about you shut your trap for once and listen? I don’t have enough patience to deal with know-it-all mudbloods,” snapped Tom pointing his creepy killer-wand at Hermione’s enraged face.

“If you don’t calm down this instant and place yourself in that comfortable armchair of yours, I’ll have you hanging upside down. Under Cruciatus. Naked.” Deadpanned the Dark Lord looking at Hermione with mixed feelings.

Seeing that his words had no significant effect on Hermione, Tom Riddle decided that he had enough.

“Petrificus Totalus”.

A second later Hermione found herself lying on the stone floor near Riddle’s black shoes and Nagini’s sneering pointed face.

‘Not her again,’ moaned the petrified victim all the while rolling her eyes around the room in a very creepy way that finally brought her a ‘gentle’ kick from the said black shoe.

“If your done with your little temper tantrum, I believe we can talk,” Tom said calmly while making himself comfortable in Hermione’s chair and putting one of his shoe-clad feet onto Hermione’s face so that her head was turned towards the Dark Lord.
A powerful Silencio was also added in the process.

“Now that I have your full attention,” he lazily drawled, “we can begin”.

“Since your Gryffindor brain isn’t able to function at the moment, you’ll listen to me first and then we’ll calmly talk. Agreed?” Tom Riddle was really enjoying the moment.

It all felt unrealistic to Hermione at the moment- she was petrified on a cold floor, about to listen to Voldemort’s ramblings while being under Veritaserum fifty years in the past. The disgusting shoe that was firmly pressed into her cheek made it all even more unbelievable.

She should have been much more scared and terrified at the moment, Hermione thought while throwing daggers with her stare, but for some weird reason she was more furious than scared. It was all about Riddle who now looked more like a person buying groceries at a local supermarket than a lunatic that was about to find out all the answers to his questions.

“Agreed or not?” Tom asked once more before making the noise that drove Hermione nuts- his usual tsk tsk thing.

“Whatever,” the Dark Lord smirked and leaned closer to a petrified Hermione.

“So, Hermione Granger. It’s a true pleasure to meet you, I’m Lord Voldemort as you, of course, already know. Here is where we stand, Hermione dear,” politely started the person who was destined to become the greatest Dark Wizard of the century.

“You’re from the future and still you’re in my time now”, Tom continued looking down at Hermione.

‘Your time? Your time? You should go and check yourself into a mental institution, Riddle. You’re delusional. This is no one’s time, so go choke on Nagini.’

Tom’s glare turned more intense, allowing Hermione to get the point. Riddle was reading her mind all the time now.

“Then you’re a Gryffindor mudblood who knows who I am and who I will become. How interesting,” added the Dark Lord sweetly as if he didn’t hear her thoughts.

‘A mudblood, you say? And you’re the purest of the pure yourself, Riddle Junior,’ mentally snapped angry Hermione.

The glare intensified even more.

The sick pleasure Hermione felt from pissing Tom Riddle increased as well.

‘Anything you want to add, Riddle? Or all your legendary Slytherin cunningness vanished?’

“You know, Hermione, there is really no point in making me angry. You know very well yourself what happens to those that cross my path. I’m here now, politely talking to you, and you are being rude. How naughty of you,” he sweetly added.


“Now, enough with pleasantries; back to the business. I have a preposition for you, my darling”.

‘You really need help, Riddle,’ Hermione snickered. That fellow was really touched in the head.

‘Not really,’ echoed a lazy reply inside Hermione’s scull.

‘Get the hell out of my head, Riddle!’ mentally shrieked Hermione Granger.

‘Why should I?’ an amused reply jumped from one brain cell to another.


“Now shush, I don’t like being interrupted,” the Dark Lord said out loud.

“As I was saying, I have a preposition for you. I have seen all those fancy dreams of yours- you want to live, Hermione, don’t you? You want to have a peaceful future with a sweet husband and cute little children; a future away from the war that you know will happen soon. But…You’re afraid of me, Hermione. You’re afraid that I’ll never let you go now. And you don’t want that, do you?” That bastard found out everything about her plans for the future.

“I’ll remove the Silencio now, but you have to behave. Agreed?” the Dark Lord asked once more.

“No reply? Oh, so sorry, forgot about the petrifying curse,” he snickered while putting his shoe tip under Hermione’s chin and moving it up and down, making Hermione nod like an Energizer bunny.

A wave of his hand and a silencing charm was removed.

“I’ll let you talk, but remember this- for every unpleasant thing I’ll definitely hear from you, I’ll remove one piece of clothes each time. Your clothes,” Tom added looking at Hermione who was about to say everything she thought of him.


“Damn psychopath!” roared Hermione.

“Where?” innocently asked Riddle looking around the room anxiously.

Gosh, how she hated him! She hated him with every fibre of her being. How can somebody be so…so… so…Riddle?!

“You’ll pay for everything you did, Voldemort! Even if the prophesy sa-” Hermione was silenced again. This time, however, Tom Riddle seemed furious.

“You actually looked like someone who knew what brains were for, Granger!” roared the Dark Lord standing up.

“Use that pathetic Gryffindor mind of yours and think! Think what will happen if you tell me what you wanted to!” he snapped at a somewhat scared Hermione.

‘Nothing will happen, Riddle. You already know it, anyway,’ mentally growled Hermione at being silenced again.

“Oh, really? Want to take another guess, miss know-it-all?” said Tom circling around Hermione’s still petrified form.

‘Really, Riddle! You think you’re the smartest one here? I know that nothing will happen- you’ve already looked into my memories, so no time para-,’ Hermione stopped suddenly.

“Glad to see that there are at least some brain cells left in that brilliant mind of yours. So, next time think before opening your mouth, mudblood,” coldly replied Tom Riddle kneeling in front of Hermione and lifting the silencing charm.

“The time paradox! It stops you from retrieving every memory from my mind. You are afraid to misbalance the time line!” Hermione said excitedly trying to figure out a way out of this situation. The silencing charm was back, making Hermione even more furious than before.

‘So, Riddle can’t just retrieve all the memories from my mind without causing a time paradox that will cause a destruction of an actual timeline infecting it with unknown parallels and dimensions.’ This was too good to be true.

“Page 143. Paragraph 2. ‘The Time Masters’ by J.P. Rod ,” Tom sneered at her. “You’re such a bookworm, Granger”.

‘Look who’s talking,’ came a fast reply. ‘And stop getting into my mind! No wonder you’re nutters! Peeking around in other people’s minds all the time is not healthy for your own. If you have one, that is’. Did she mention that she loathed Riddle?

“That was number six,” drawled Tom looking somewhat amused.

‘You need therapy, Riddle. Better in Azkaban’. What was he talking about?

“Number seven. My favourite,” he chuckled in reply.

‘Seven? What is he counting?’ annoyed thought Hermione trying to figure out what the hell Riddle was talking about now. He was a weirdo for sure.

“Eight. I think that’s enough, sweetie,” gently smiled the Dark Lord looking down at Granger’s face when the understanding hit her.

‘Oh, Merlin, NO!’ horrified she cried looking at now truly smiling Tom.

“Yesss, Hermione, yessss,” he hissed. “Let’s see…ah, yes. The skirt goes first,” Riddle said getting rid of Hermione’s school skirt. “I think the blouse should follow, and the tie, and the bra, and the underwear, and your socks.”

All Hermione’s cloth joined her skirt on the floor, leaving her completely naked under Riddle’s lazy gaze that travelled from her erect from the cold nipples to her not-so-virginal-anymore-thanks-to-someone core.

“You’re a mudblood, but a very valuable one,” quietly hissed Tom while lying down near Hermione’s naked form. The silencing spell was lifted off again, but Tom prevented Hermione from speaking by placing his hand on her mouth.

“Listen to what I say again, Hermione. I know you’ve read the book I had left you. I know you’re very curious about the knowledge. And you know what I want from you. You, my darling, can choose now- to go with me and help me voluntary, or I’ll make you. I think there is no need to explain the difference; you are a smart girl after all,” Voldemort said calmly.

His hand still stopped Hermione from talking.

“You’ll be a good girl and you’ll see, Hermione, that I can be generous and merciful to those that deserve it. The timeline is already changed. There is nothing you can do to stop me,” whispered the Dark Lord removing his hand from Hermione’s mouth, allowing her to speak.

“I will not help you, Riddle”.

“Oh, but you will, Hermione. You will, I promise you that. This is my last offer, darling. Take it or leave it. I will leave you alone after you do what I ask. I will let you go and I promise not to drag you back into the war. You, however, will give me an oath that you will never reveal my secrets to anyone. That is all I ask, Hermione. You will have freedom, just like you dreamed of.
Or you can pick the other. I will make you help me and then I’ll either kill you, or I’ll send you back,” Voldemort actually chuckled, “back to your new home- Azkaban”.

Hermione was quiet on the floor, thinking very hard and fast. Logically she understood that this was once in a lifetime opportunity- Voldemort would leave her alone, and he was the only one that knew where she had come from. Or when, in that matter.

“I will let you think about it for sometime, darling,” Tom whispered into her ear. “You can begin now”.

Hermione’s reply was silenced by warm, hungry lips that belonged to the craziest person Hermione had ever known. Deepening the kiss Tom started fucking her mouth with his wet, sneaky tongue.

Trying to tell herself that only a Riddle-alike pervert could get aroused by such a kiss, Hermione found herself excitedly answering those cruel lips.

“You are a smart girl, darling. Use your brain,” Tom whispered while kissing her jaw line.

‘Easy to say,’ desperately trying not to loose her mind, thought Hermione when Riddle’s lips found her erect nipple and licked it.

She really did not want to moan but it seemed that her body had a mind of its own.
Licking and sucking Hermione’s nipple, Tom squeezed her second breast brutally, erupting a half-moan, half-scream from her.

“I hate you, Riddle. I hate really hate you,” whispered Hermione breathlessly when Tom’s lips moved down from her breast leaving wet traces on her stomach.

“I know. That’s the beauty of it, Hermione,” smiled the Dark Lord finally finding his target.

All thoughts left Hermione Granger’s mind when Tom’s hot wet tongue started drawling circles on her tender pink flesh.

Sucking the little erect button, Tom wandlessly released her from the petrifying spell, allowing her hands to bury in his thick black hair, pulling on it.

“Oh, God, oh, God!” Hermione panted while violently shaking from Tom’s perfect movements.

‘Yes, angel, I’m your God,’ a voice whispered in her head when a sneaky determined tongue started fucking her tight passage, changing the pace and the angle all the time.

Hermione’s hands were living a life of their own- pulling at Tom’s perfect hair, trying to bring that wonderful mouth even closer. Tom’s hands moved to the small breasts with erect nipples while he was still sucking, biting and licking her tender flesh.

A wave of ultimate pleasure hit Hermione so suddenly and powerfully that she forgot how to breathe. Violently coming into Riddle’s eager mouth Hermione could not stop the unearthly scream or the mad shaking of her body.

Those wonderful lips left her pulsating flesh and Hermione started whimpering from the loss.

Her wanton moans were silenced by greedy lips, allowing Hermione to taste herself. Feeling even more aroused than ever before, Hermione’s tongue started battling with Tom’s while her hands were undressing him. Finally getting rid of his clothes, Hermione’s body was acting on its own trying to get as much skin-to-skin contact as possible.

Breaking the maddening kiss Tom suddenly pulled Hermione on top.

“Suck me,” those tasty lips hissed.

Licking the huge red cock eagerly Hermione finally heard the sound she was dying to hear.
Tom moaned when Hermione sucked his cock into her mouth, taking it fully in one try.

A rush of unearthly pleasure ran through Hermione’s whole body at the thought of the power she now held over the most powerful Dark Wizard of the century.

A pair of strong hands pulled her away from her now favourite lollipop and Hermione found herself of all fours with Riddle’s cock touching her butt from behind.

“You’re such a good girl, Hermione,” whispered the Dark Lord stroking her leaking pussy with his slender fingers. “You see how well we can cooperate”.

Those wonderful fingers were doing a great job of driving Hermione mad with lust.

“You are a mudblood, but that can be overlooked for the greater good,” Tom hissed while kissing Hermione’s earlobe.

“I want your answer, Hermione.”


Despite being more than aroused Hermione got the point. Now or never.

“Deal?” Tom asked once more while positioning his swollen member into the entrance of her eagerly awaiting pussy.

Taking a deep breath Hermione answered quietly, finally having decided.

“Deal.”

The answered was whispered very quietly, but Lord Voldemort heard it and with a triumphant growl he slammed into her squirting body.

The deal was now sealed.


A/N Sooo, any ideas what kind of deal that is? You can find several answers in the last chapter. And then Tommy will give you a nice cookie! Right, Tommy?
Serpie is waving from the floor. Cruciatus really hurts..sob