His Obsession

A/N- Warning: There is a bit of dubious consent near the end of the chapter.
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"I'm so glad we've got the same free period. You know you didn't have to agree to this Harry... It's just that last night had me so worked up... I just need a way to get the stress of it all out of my system and forget about it," Hermione said with a smile as she gave a few practice flicks of her wand.

"How could I say no! Who would turn down a little dueling in the room of requirement! Besides it's good practice as well as good stress relief," Harry said as he looked around the room Hermione had envisioned.

The room was practically empty aside from the padding on the floor and walls. She had said she wanted to duel seriously, not just practice hexes and defense back and forth. This was to be as real as if they were enemies, the only restrictions being "nothing that could seriously harm", like sectum sempra, and "no unforgivables", naturally.

"Hermione, are you sure you want to do this? You've seen me duel before... I really don't want to end up hurting you or anything."

"Please don't worry. I'm quite sure I want to do this. We'll both feel a bit better once we've had a go of it. Just stick to the rules and we'll be fine! Really, don't worry..." she said, giving him a reassuring smile as she took her place in the middle of the room.

"Alright, if you're sure... It's on your count," Harry said, taking his place opposite Hermione.

Both of them breathed deeply, bowed, and took ten paces before turning to stare at each other.

"One, Two, Three... Duel!"

Harry, being a tad nervous at the start, had to dodge the first hex. That was all it took for the curses and jinxes to start flying. From there it was an all out war of give and take. Coloured jets of magic streamed through the air as Harry and Hermione moved around the room. An onlooker could almost liken it to an intricate dance, one moving forward as the other moves back. One spinning to get away from a jet of coloured light as the other advances.

They moved together, trying their very hardest to best their opponent, and it seemed for the first time, Hermione was beginning to feel the magic naturally, as though it were a part of her, not some force to be manipulated and bent to a cause. She could feel it inside her as she began to move reflexively, calling out charms and jinxes as though it were second nature, as though her life depended on it.

It was as if Hermione had managed to tap into something ancient, pure and primal. She was so tuned in to her work that she couldn't notice how the air around her began to crackle with stray magic that seemed to radiate from the very centre of her being.

For a moment Hermione would have been incredibly tempted to say that it felt as though time and space stretched, tore, and resealed itself under the next flick of her wand, so powerful was her movement. She had finally managed to disarm Harry, but instead of knocking him flat on his arse, the charm sent him spiraling into the air in a grand flourish before dropping him onto the padded floor.

Slowly Harry crawled up to a sitting position, looking wide eyed at his friend as she stood stalk still, breathing heavily, her eyes slightly glazed. "Mione, are you alright?"

After blinking a few times to clear her mind she managed to answer him. "Of course, I'm alright. The real question is, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm going to be fine. Maybe a bit sore for a day or two, but fine. So, how did you do it? Cuz I'll admit, that was bloody impressive!"

Hermione gave him a curious look as she sunk to the floor, looking quite exhausted. "How did I do what, Harry?"

"Duel like that... How did you duel like that? It looked almost like maybe you were drawing the magic around you. I could have sworn I could actually see the magic around you before you cast. And then when you went to disarm me you sent me spiraling into the air like a leaf in a ruddy updraft before I dropped. So how did you do it?"

"To tell you the truth, Harry... I have no idea. It's a bit unnerving, really. I just kind of let go and tried to feel the magic... Then I came to this point where I couldn't see anything. Everything went white, but I continued to cast and move. It's a wonder I managed not to get hit with one of your curses... It was like the magic enveloped me. I felt as though I could move the heavens with a single thought. It was the most amazing feeling I've ever had. Then nothing. I was standing still, and you were on the ground... I'm absolutely knackered. I can't believe it took just under ten minutes. My muscles feel like we've been dueling all day..."

"You meant to tell me you just kind of blacked out, but kept moving and casting?"

At Hermione's small nod, Harry sighed. "I can't believe I'm finally the one saying this, but maybe we should go tell Dumbledore. This could be important."

"Oh Harry, not right now. Besides, I doubt I could ever do it again if I tried. Anyhow, it was probably just a build up of magic from all the stress of last night. You know witches are prone to odd bits of magic now and then when under duress," Hermione said, knowing that as soon she made it into a "witch problem" Harry would blush prettily and dismiss the whole thing. And as per usual, she wasn't disappointed.

"Alright. But if it happens again, you'll go to Dumbledore, right? Or McGonagall, since it's a "witch thing," Harry said, blushing once again. "Listen, if you're alright, I'm going to head back to the common room and finish a few things while we've still got a bit of free time left before our next classes."

"I'm fine, Harry. Go study. The way you've been talking you need to spend some extra time in your Potions book."

Hermione couldn't help but smile when Harry grimaced at the mention of Potions work before slipping out the door, leaving her to relax and recover a bit.

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It was as if Hermione had managed to tap into something ancient, pure and primal. She was so tuned in to her work that she couldn't notice how the air around her began to crackle with stray magic that seemed to radiate from the very centre of her being. For a moment Hermione would have been incredibly tempted to say that it felt as though time and space stretched, tore, and resealed itself under the next flick of her wand, so powerful was her movement.

Little did Hermione know that she had actually succeeded in moving space and time. It wasn't just a feeling of great power inside her, as somewhere in the recent past a small window to the future was opened.

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He was reclined on a lavish sofa in front of a glowing fire inside the room of requirement. This was turning out to be a better free period than he had imagined as he watched the slender blonde bob her head up and down his hardened length.

Hissing, he gave her hair a sharp little tug as she grazed him with her teeth, ignoring her apologetic look as he settled back into the couch, closing his eyes to focus on the delightful sensation of her warm, wet mouth.

His eyes hadn't been closed for more than a minute before a flash of hot white light flashed before him. For a moment it was as though he had been staring into the sun, but as his vision cleared he found images playing in front of his still closed eyes.

The room he was almost certain he recognized. It could quite possibly have been the room of requirement that he was currently occupying. But it was the girl, no, woman, who got his attention. He had never seen any woman duel like that before. She moved with extreme skill and grace as she cast. Her spells were perfectly executed as she moved to dodge hexes that were coming at her. He watched as her wild chestnut curls whipped around as she spun to miss a curse. It was then that he felt a small pull. A tug on his magic... as if a small stream of magic left him and entered her, serving to further fan her fire.

Her face was obscured, but he could see that the rest of her was quite well built. She was, he thought, quite likely the most impressive witch he had ever laid eyes on as he watched the energy build around her. He could see her magic crackling in excess around her petit frame as she raised her wand again. At that moment he was graced with a brief flash of the mystery witch's face. Her eyes. Her dark amber brown eyes with the little black flecks that flashed as she cast her final spell. With great appreciation he watched as a bright white stream of magic issued forth from the tip of her wand, sending her faceless opponent into the air.

After that, the image faded back to the darkness behind his eyelids and he regained his senses. "Tom... Tom? Tom Riddle, if you fell asleep..."

He opened his eyes and looked down at the little blonde between his knees, her angry blue eyes flashed up at him until he scowled down at her.

"If I fell asleep what, Darcy? Get back to work," he hissed, wrapping his fingers in her fine hair as she once again took him in her mouth.

Tom couldn't help thinking of his mystery witch he wrapped his fingers tighter in Darcy's hair. The images of the powerful witch only serving to fuel his passion. Stilling her movements, he began to thrust in and out of her waiting mouth, paying no attention to her fearful little whimpers as she tried to push him from her.

"Be still, Darcy," he growled in warning as he thrust roughly into her mouth, ignoring her gagging and pitiful little tears. He gripped her hair tighter in his hand and pressed his wand to the throbbing vein in her neck. She knew better than to disobey him as he looked down at her darkly. Everyone knew that Tom Riddle was not someone to mess with, and it was no question in a situation like this.

He thrust hard into Darcy as he finally reached his peak, his mind filled with the images of 'her', of his mystery witch. Pulling himself free, he reclined back on the sofa again, casting a quick scourgify on himself as he watched the girl in front of him choke slightly on a mouthful of his release, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"What the fuck was that about, Tom?" Darcy said as she looked up at him, her face red and her eyes shimmering with the remnants of leftover tears.

"It means you should have tried harder, Darcy. Clearly you aren't capable of keeping a man's attention..." he said with a sneer, his eyes cold. "There's no need for you to contact me further."

"Don't worry, Riddle... I won't," she hissed as she scrambled off the floor and ran out the door.

Tom smiled as he relaxed into the plush leather sofa, finally alone with his thoughts. His mind quickly wandered back to the 'mystery witch' he had watched only moments ago. He was almost certain that, somehow, she had drawn a little of his magic into her. He would find out what it meant, but he wasn't overly concerned. He had a oddly positive feeling about it. Something told him that it would prove useful in the future...

Whatever it takes, I will find this witch... It would be useful beyond words to have a witch like this by my side...