Riddle Her This

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. I love them all, and Tom is MINE by the way, you can have Abraxus though.

Dreamweaver: Yes, sorry about that, I started writing it in first person narrative, but half way through the chapter I went to the Office scene with Armando, and Albus, so I went back and changed it all, I hope I’ve spotted it all, and now it’s much easier, it is meant to be in third person narrative.

Miepje: I am writing Tom as a Pureblood, as that is how he see’s himself. And if Hermione say’s otherwise they’ll just suspect her, and she’s far too clever to give anything away, yet. As to the others, well, you’ll have to continue reading the story to find out, sorry!

Kitiara Starfire: Yes AD/MM is one of my favourite ships. I was a little nervous of writing them together. As for Hermione fighting her feelings? Could you?

Amelia and angel: Thanks, and here’s an update for the both of you.

Jem89: Yes, Tom did see a bit of the future but not too much, which is why he’s gaining her trust right now.

lisa: Don’t worry; this story won’t end with her going back to her time, that’s all I am saying.

pinkwands: Here is a cookie for you, in fact a whole BOX full! Yes Tom is rather controlling, but he’s gentle with it. Rather like Fagin in Oliver Twist.

A Rumour Confirmed

Hermione had been in 1943 for two weeks, and she didn’t feel any better about her situation. She was beginning to find that what Abraxus and Greta said was true. She had caught Gryffindors, particularly Graham Potter, getting away with anything, and Slytherins were always picked on. Slughorn didn’t help matters. He and his Slug Club where the best were handpicked for special party’s had galled her in her time, and now they were galling her all the more, especially as he seemed to ignore members of his own house. No wonder he was on the run from the many Death Eaters that wanted him. They felt that he had betrayed their parents for those of the other houses.

She was looking for any signs of a romance between Albus and Minerva, and they were either hiding it very well, or Greta had to be telling lies. But, it was confirmed, when she was forget her bag one lesson, and had to go back for it. She heard a sound coming from the office, and then she decided to walk to the door. It was slightly ajar and she peeked in.

She almost gasped at the sight that met her eyes, and she had to run out of the classroom before anyone could see, she decided to walk straight to the library. The library was always the place she could go to when life got confusing. She could not believe she had just seen Minerva and Albus in a passionate embrace. Kissing each other fiercely and warmly. Hermione had to readjust her thinking somehow.

She stumbled in the library not really wanting to cause an entrance, but a few looked up and noticed that she had an odd expression on her face, if only she hadn’t gone to sleep in her time, whilst playing with the time turner then she’d be back in her year, amongst her friends, and Minerva McGonnagal would be her head of house, instead the Head Girl of the rival house.

Severus Prince was sat in the library, Hermione walked up to see what sort of books he was reading, she rolled her eyes and smiled at him, he just shrugged his shoulders and resumed his reading. She then began wandering around the library, she knew she had to get used to the way the library was now. Severus looked up, and he shut his book and walked up to her. He rather liked this new girl, although Tom or Abraxus would have set their sights on her by now. He was just about to approach her when he saw his little sister. She was sniffling in the corner. He was about to walk up to her and comfort her, but Hermione was already there.

“Are you all right?” Hermione asked her.

“I – I’m being bullied, there’s this girl called Olive Hornby, and she’s making fun of my greasy hair.”

Hermione put an arm around the girl’s shoulders. She shushed the girl and soothed her hair.

“Don’t you dare listen to a word that bitch says,” Hermione said. “You are special. Your brother is in Slytherin, right?”

“Severus, yes, he is, and I was hoping to be in Slytherin myself. Because well, I want to be just like him. In fact, when I have a son I am going to call him Severus.”

Hermione smiled and kissed the girl’s head.

“Prince?” Hermione asked. “What’s your first name?”

“Eileen,” she sniffed. “Not exactly a pretty name.”

“My name’s Hermione,” Hermione said. “Hermione Granger.”

Eileen looked up and Hermione saw the loveliest of emerald green eyes staring back at her. It shook Hermione.

“I wish I could be as pretty as you,” Eileen said. “Even your name is pretty.”

“No, Eileen, you are pretty. If you’re pretty on the inside then you’re pretty. And the hat put you in Ravenclaw didn’t it? Which means that you have a fine mind.”

“I suppose so,” Eileen sighed.

“Now,” Hermione said. “If this Hornby cow makes fun of you again, just tell me, and I’ll show her that NO ONE messes with a sibling of a Slytherin.”

“Yes,” Eileen said. “I’ll do that.”

Hermione patted her back and walked away.

“Thank you,” a deep voice said, startling Hermione, “she needed that.”

“That’s all right, Severus,” Hermione said. “Look, um, do you know where I can…”

“Here you are,” Tom said, he was standing behind Severus. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, Hermione. It makes me nervous you know, having you out of my sight.”

Severus turned around and scowled at Tom. He did not like the sound of what Tom said to Hermione. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to become a part of the Covenant of Blood, as what he had seen of it already did not impress him. He liked Tom as a conversationalist, but as a friend… Severus was wary of that. He turned his head around and looked at Hermione, he gulped, as the look in her eyes had confirmed his suspicions. Hermione had already been chosen to join the Covenant.

“I am sorry, Tom,” Hermione mumbled. “I thought that I could…”

Tom prowled up to her and tilted her chin up and made her look in his eyes, and she looked away. He bent his head down and placed his lips on hers. His tongue was seeking entrance, and she parted her lips to let it in. Her body trembled at his tongue wrapping around hers possessively. He brought her in further by putting an arm around her waist and he continued. Hermione put her fingers on his face and then snaked her arms around his neck. Tom bumped her into her bookshelf, as his hands roved around her body, and to his delight, her nipples hardened at his sensitive stroking, and fondling.

“Ahem,” Severus said. “Tom, I thought that you were going with Greta?”

“Greta?” Tom asked. “You are still two years behind Severus! Who needs Greta, when Hermione is nearby?” He continued looking at Hermione, and his gaze burned her, and she looked down, he tilted her chin up. “Don’t you agree, Severus, that she is one of the Heavenly Ones?”

Severus sighed, and he looked at Hermione. He flicked his eyes up and down her body and he sighed.

“She’s not unattractive, and she helped my sister,” Severus said. “She is acceptable.”

Acceptable? Hermione almost snorted, not only did Eileen name her son after you, she seemed to give her son your personality as well!

“Acceptable?” Tom sneered. “Would I be seen with just Acceptable? No, I go for O, and O only!”

Hermione just wanted to take her clothes off, the stare and his voice, the way he exerted control was just phenomenal. She knew she’d do anything that he said. She would comply with his wishes, and she did not want to become old news to him. Everything Tom was doing and saying, putting her on a pedestal, she loved it. If only Harry or, especially Ron had put her on this pedestal, then she would be happier with them. Tom was making her want to do things that she would never normally do.

“I suppose not, Tom,” Severus sighed, he gave a cursory nod to Hermione, and then walked away.

Tom then turned back towards Hermione, and he smiled, he hung an arm around her shoulders and then they walked out of the library.

“I suppose Greta’s told you,” Tom said. “We’ve got to get more proof, but I suppose we could spread a rumour around the school.”

“What would that achieve?” Hermione asked.

“It would embarrass Minerva, it would serve her right after what she tried to pull!” Tom exclaimed.

“What did she try to pull?” Hermione asked.

“I’ll explain in a bit,” Tom said. He walked her towards the Trophy Room. He looked around and then nodded, and gasped. “Here it is, in silver.”

Her eyes followed where his fingers were pointing, and she saw it. Tom Riddle, Special Services to Hogwarts.

“How did you get that?” Hermione asked.

“I got it because I saved Hogwarts, Hermione. It’s because of me that there is this term. I can’t let them close Hogwarts.”

“Why?” Hermione asked.

“My ancestor helped build this school. Greta must have told you what it means when I kiss a girl?”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, she said that I am now chosen to belong to a club or something?”

“More than a club, Hermione, much more. It’s a society, I am calling Covenant of Blood - a working title.”

“It’s pretty good,” Hermione said. “I like it.”

“I like it too, but some of my friends thinks it’s not scary enough,” Tom said.

Hermione was biting her tongue; she really would love to say Death Eaters, but knew that if she did then it would go down in history. And she really did not want to be the one to go down in history as the one that gave that name to the group of the deadliest Wizards of her time.

“You must have been really brave to earn this,” Hermione said.

“I am glad you think so, Hermione, for others think I caught the wrong person. But, Hagrid was always trying to sneak in monsters, and breaking the rules. I even caught him with Werewolf cubs. I think that he was more likely to cause the school more harm than good. He was asking for it. But, guess what! McGonnagal stamps her foot, and goes running to Dumbledore. And hey presto! Hagrid has managed to stay on as trainee Games keeper. I shudder to think what sort of Headmaster, Dumbledore would make. Letting in all and sundry.”

Hermione looked down at her feet, as she didn’t want to give anything away.

“What of Muggleborns?” Hermione asked.

“SOME of them are all right, even I have to concede that. Like you, dearest, sweetest, Hermione, you are a muggleborn, yet I said you’d make a good Slytherin, and you will.”

He leant in closer and put a lock of her hair behind her ear. He bit the bottom of his lower lip and then he picked her chin up.

“So, you would have continued letting in Muggleborns, if you were Headmaster?” Hermione asked.

“For a year, and the ones with the most potential I’d keep,” Tom replied. “Hogwarts is the best, but I’d make it better. You can only do that if you keep the wheat, and get rid of the weeds.”

Tom kept looking at her profile. She was ready. Already, he knew he could trust her.

“That’s just a little thing Hermione,” Tom said. “I want to show you something else.”

Hermione could not understand why he was being kind to her. She knew she should fight him, she knew she should tell him that she was not a possession, and that she was not to be owned in any way, shape or form. And she was going to tell him in the library, but there was something intent about his gaze, and his air. She could not resist him, and now he was leading her to goodness knows where. And she’d follow.

“All right,” Hermione said. “Where do you want to take me?”

“It’s where I take people that have accepted my gifts, and therefore, have brought them to my service. I know wherever I lead, you will follow.”

“Of course, Tom,” Hermione whispered under her breath. She glanced down at her feet again. Tom rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Stop looking down on the floor, Hermione,” he snapped. His tone immediately brought her back to attention. “You are a Slytherin. Slytherins walk with their heads held high! Now, hold your head up high, and smirk!”

Hermione held her head up high, and she did the best smirk she could. She wasn’t used to this. She was always made fun of for being Miss High and Mighty in her Muggle School, and now, she was told to be Miss High and Mighty.

“Hmm, the smirk needs to be worked on a little bit,” Tom said, “but I think I know how to manage that.”

Hermione cocked her head to one side and looked at him with a puzzled frown on her face. He took the back of her hand and pressed his lips to it, and then he kept a hold of her hand and he walked on, and she had no choice, but to follow. He led to the second floor, and Hermione knew exactly where she was going. He opened the door to the toilets and they walked in. He strode up to the sink and stroked the tap, and he looked at the snake, he closed his eyes imagining it was a real snake, and then he spoke the language.

Hermione was trying not to go crazy, at this point. She felt that she should have screamed, or at least tried to let go of his forceful grip. She did not want to be the second muggleborn killed in these toilets. The sink sprang apart and then they all moved away, revealing a sliding tunnel. Tom sat down on the ledge, and Hermione sat down beside him. He pushed with his hands, and she did the same.

“Race you!” Hermione said.

“You’re on,” Tom replied.

Hermione won the race, but Tom was a close second.

“Beat you,” Hermione said smugly.

“Yes,” Tom said. Soon, he sighed. Soon. He just could not wait to take the robes of Hermione off! He had never, in truth, taken any other member of the Covenant of Blood down here. He was making an exception with Hermione because he wanted to marry her. She had to know everything that she needed to know before she went back. He knew the spell, he could have sent her back as soon as he knew, but she fascinated him. And he always stole those things that fascinated him.

“Which one?” Hermione asked.

“This one, directly in front of us,” Tom said.

He jumped up in the tunnel, and then he offered his hand to her, and she accepted it, as he helped her up. They continued walking through the tunnel, and Hermione almost gagged at the sight of the skin of the Basilisk.

“That’s one big snake,” Hermione said.

“Basilisks are a noble creature,” Tom said.

They ended up at a big cast iron circular door. Two snakes were engraved into the door, and one had a gleaming emerald eye. Tom spoke the language again, and the door opened. He led Hermione into the room and the door slammed shut. Hermione tried to gaze around the room but a big statue of a Wizard guarded the room, and Hermione found he dominated the scenery.

“Who was that?” she gasped.

“That,” Tom said, as he turned around to meet her gaze, “is Salazar Slytherin. He’s my absolute Ancestor.”

Hermione shook her head. Harry had described him looking like a monkey. But, Hermione thought, he was just stern looking. A man, if you met him, which you didn’t want to cross.

“Why are we here?” Hermione asked in a small, humble voice.

“This is the only place where we can’t be disturbed,” Tom said, as he whipped his wand out of his trouser pocket. He waved his wand at Hermione and she was immediately naked! He smirked, as he circulated her. “Like I said, Hermione, I don’t take anything above O. And you are definitely above O,” he was still fully clothed, but that didn’t stop her from seeing a naked Tom. He was standing behind her and put his arms around her waist, as he took aside some of her hair. “I want to taste you, Hermione, I want to taste you to see if you are as sweet as your nature suggests you are.” He bit her neck, and Hermione screamed. “Scream again, Hermione!”

He bit her on the other side of her neck and she screamed. He smirked and then he walked around to her front. He handed her his wand and then he nodded. She divested him of his robes and Hermione quirked an eyebrow up at him.

“What now?” Hermione gulped.

“Don’t be so naïve, Hermione, now we become one,” he murmured hungrily eyeing her body. He took her hand and he knelt down on the ground, and she followed him. She willingly spread her legs, as he kissed her soft flesh, and he snaked his way up. She was cold, and damp, but strangely enough she didn’t care. He kissed up her body. When he reached her breasts, he took one nipple in his mouth, as he massaged the other, and then he swapped breasts. She hissed, and arched her hips up. He smiled with satisfaction. He had become hard, and then he entered her body in one smooth, slick manoeuvre. “Now, Hermione,” he murmured in her ear, as he nibbled the lobe. “Now, you are mine!”

He thrust into her, causing an instant orgasm.

“TOM!” She screamed, as he claimed her mouth with a passion and hunger that Hermione thought would never be hers.

He got up and helped her up, and got her dressed again, and he ordered for her to get him dressed to. Hermione was still dizzy, wow that was great. Why was he cutting her short?

“I am so dreadfully sorry, Hermione, but we cannot linger here. There will be a time when I will take my time with you,” he promised. “And yes, it was good for me to.”

Tom looked at the statue of his great grandfather, and Hermione did to.

“Do you think he’d approve of me?” Hermione asked.

“Yes,” Tom said. “Everything I am doing, I am perfectly sure he would have done as well.”

Hermione looked at Tom, and then he told her to go a bit further back. He wanted a private word with the statue. Hermione stepped back and then he walked closer to the statue. He bowed down to the statue. No words were heard, but Hermione could see that he was in deep conversation.

He then got up and walked up to Hermione, he had a proud smirk on his face, and his dark eyes glittered oddly, with a playful, mischievous glint.

“What were you talking about?” she asked.

“About you, and I was right,” Tom said. “Now, come on, we have to see to Sparkles, and Know-It-All.”

Hermione nodded, and Tom noted with glee, that her eyes were sparkling the same sort of evil mischief, and that she was just as eager to see to his two most hated people on the planet.

“How do we get back?” Hermione asked.

“That’s easy, we walk out of the door, and we are back where we were, it’s a pity the in way is not as easy.”

They found themselves walking out of a door the other end of the Chamber and they found themselves outside the girl’s toilet.

“How?”

“Magic,” Tom breathed in her ear. He dried her damp hair, and smiled. “As were you.”

Hermione looked up into his eyes, and swore she saw a small glint of red shine there. He was already becoming the Dark Lord. What did he want her for?

“Thank you,” Hermione said. “But, well, didn’t we move too fast?”

“Not fast enough,” he said. “Listen, Hermione, there was something I want to talk to you about.”

“Yes,” she said. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I want to talk about something that I am suspicious about. I looked inside your head and I could see that you are from the future,” he said. Hermione opened her mouth but he cut her off with a gesture. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Sparkles or the Headmaster,” she closed her eyes in relief. “But, what we did down there, must have shown you that you can trust me. We did the most intimate act known to human beings.”

They began walking down the corridor, hand in hand.

“I suppose I could trust you, Tom,” she sighed. “Yes, I am from the future. 55 years in the future.”

“That’s a long way, now, Hermione, if I help you get back to your time…”

“You would?” Hermione asked, as her eyes shone with hope.

“Yes,” Tom said. “Yes, I promise to help IF you seek me when you get back. I would love you to be my follower. I need an oath. An Unbreakable Vow.”

Hermione faltered. If she undertook the Unbreakable Vow, then she was either dead, or a Death Eater.

“What if you from the future doesn’t want me?” Hermione asked.

Good, Tom thought, she has just confirmed that the Horcruxes do work,.

“I will,” Tom said. “I won’t forget you. Now, whom do you trust to be our binder?”

Hermione nibbled her lip, and she looked at Tom. What would make him want her 55 years on? More importantly, who was she to trust now?

“Severus,” Hermione said. “He seems like a quiet boy, that is quite economical with his words.”

“Yes, Severus is not a blabbermouth, so we can trust him to be our binder,” Tom agreed. “Now, lets get up to mischief with old Sparkles.”

“Tom,” Hermione said. “I may have something on – on Sparkles anyway,” she mentally berated herself for calling Albus that horrible nickname.

“Really,” Tom said, as he swung around and held her hand more tightly than before. “What? Is it strong enough to cause him to leave the school?”

“I should say,” Hermione said, now she felt truly sick, but what else was she supposed to do? Besides, it’s what she would do if she caught Pansy and Snape at it in the Potions Store Cupboard. She just had a mental image of that and shuddered. No, Snape might do what he had done, but even he deserved better than that Parkinson bitch. “I forgot my bag earlier, so I went in to retrieve it, but his office door was slightly open, and I heard noises. I saw them kissing.”

Toms grin spread wide across his face and his eyes glowed, and Hermione knew then that she saw the gleam of red. He was happy, and excited.

“You are an angel, Hermione, a dark angel,” he said. “And you saw it! We can present this to Armando Dippet and its bye, bye Sparkles.”

Hermione felt her stomach plummet to the ground, and she wanted to throw up. She was scared now, of when she did go back, to find what people would think. What would Minerva say? She groaned.

“Not today, sweetheart,” Tom said. “We’ve got our own business to attend to.”

~*~*~

“No, absolutely not,” Severus said, as he uncrossed his legs, and got up off the leather sofa.

“But Severus,” Tom said. “When was the last time I asked a favour of you?”

“I am not going to place Hermione in that much danger,” Severus hissed, as he looked longily at the girl, who at this moment in time was sitting and talking to Greta.

“She trusts you Severus,” Tom said. “And she’s not afraid.”

“She should be, Tom, she should be,” Severus sighed. “Anyway, why do you want to do this?”

“She needs to get back to her time,” Tom explained in a hushed voice, so that no one else could hear. “That’s 55 years from now. And I want to secure her. I want to make doubly certain that she seeks me out when she gets back.”

“She’s not a possession, Tom,” Severus said, his dark eyes flashed angrily. “Surprisingly enough the world doesn’t revolve around you.”

Tom slammed Severus into the wall and Severus gulped, he knew he was making Tom angry, but he had his principles, and they said, no!

“Your so bloody damn noble, Severus, I’m beginning to think that you are misplaced. And if you don’t bind us in this Unbreakable Vow, I will hurt you, and your family. Think of little Eileen, Severus, we wouldn’t want anything nasty to happen to her now, would we?”

Severus pushed Tom away. He sneered at the other boy.

“All you are is empty threats, Tom, you keep saying your going to…!” But Severus found himself convulsing on the floor in sheer agony. Tom had, had enough.

“That’s a beautiful spell, Severus, it’s called Crucio, and if I give you enough of that spell, you’ll suffer a slow, painful agonising death, or, be driven mad, now bind us or I will hurt Eileen, as I have hurt you.”

“That’s an unforgivable, not seen since the days of the Hogwarts four,” Severus gasped.

Tom coolly pocketed his wand, and then he picked Severus up by hand.

“Are you going to be a good boy, and bind us?”
Severus sighed. “If I must, but how do you know, the you from the future will accept her?”

“I just know,” Tom replied.

~*~*~

Hermione was sitting all alone in the Slytherin Common Room later that night, as she could not sleep, thinking of the heartache she would be causing Minerva. She had to get back to her own time before Tom took her to see Armando. She had to. There was no way she could dish the dirty on a Witch that she respected, and exalted above others.

“Sickle for your thoughts,” Tom said. He had been watching her, as she was staring into the fireplace.

“Not worth that I am afraid,” she sighed.

“Look, if it’s about Sparkles, and Know-It-All, I wouldn’t worry. She’d do the same thing, if it was you and – and, hmm, you know I can’t think of a teacher worthy enough to kiss you.”

Hermione giggled. She looked at Tom, and leant over so that she could touch him.

“I happen to know that Abraxus, Crabbe, Goyle, and Severus, are entertaining certain members of the opposite sex in quiet places. So, my dorm is practically empty,” Tom sighed. “How about it?”

Hermione took his hand and he led her up to his dormitory.

“Tom, I read in Hogwarts: A History, that boys can’t go in the girls dorms, yet you managed to get into mine.”

“Salazar Slytherin said he complied to that rule, but he didn’t. Only in the fluffy houses you got that. Slytherins, we’re more open about that sort of thing.”

Hermione mused on this possibility, and as far as she was concerned, it was a fluff rule, and an old one to boot. Boys will be boys, after all, and perhaps if the wards were let down in dorms, students wouldn’t feel the need to sneak off.

“Tom,” she said, trying to stifle a yawn. “When are you going to send me back to my time?”

Tom turned around and looked at her.

“Soon, don’t worry,” Tom said. “You’ve got a job to do here first.”

Tom opened his dormitory door, and then led her to his bed. He picked up his wand and divested her of her clothing, and then she did the same to him. He walked around her like he did before, and then he rubbed his hands up and down her stomach, as he nibbled slightly on the places where he bit her earlier.

“Take me, Tom,” she murmured. “Take me slowly. Make me yours.”

“I want you to call me something else, when we are climaxing,” Tom said. “I want to hear what the name sounds like on your sweet lips.” He turned her chin around and kissed her. Her tongue submitted straight away. “I want you to call me Voldemort.”

He kissed more of her neck, placing her hair aside, and he kissed all along her shoulder blades, and down her back. He then walked around to her front, and he took her hand, and led her to the bed. She followed him. He kissed her throat, and down her breasts, and circulated his tongue around her hardened nipples. Hermione hissed, as his hot, steady hands, moved up and down her body, exploring every curve, and kissing every part of her sensitive flesh. His hands roved up and down her legs, his fingers pressing at various points of her flesh. She shifted under him, and she spread her legs wide apart, as her hands snaked up and down his back, and moved up and down his beautiful chest. She kissed his throat, and moved her hips up, and as her womanhood met his manhood, he hissed.

He pushed down on her making her gasp, as he kissed her nipples again. He prowled on the bed, with panther like moves; he kept his dark eyes, or were they red? Shining on her, and she kept her honey coloured eyes on his, as they widened with each gentle thrust. She moved further up the bed, and he followed, keeping his eyes on her, and then he thrust!

“Tom,” she murmured.

“Wrong name,” he grunted, as he thrust just that little bit harder. “Let’s try again shall we?” Hermione’s fingernails were digging into his back, and she clenched her vagina around his penis even more. He thrust himself further in her. He continued his thrusts. “Climax for me, Hermione, come on, say the name of my true self!”

He kissed her mouth; ravishing every warm corner of it he could, taking all of her taste inside of him.

“VOLDEMORT!” She screamed.

This only served to make his thrusts harder, and more painful, but the pleasure. The sheer pleasure she gained from him, the way he continued kissing her body, and making her climax, the way he yelled her name for her. There was no doubt in her mind now, she would seek him, and follow him.

They stopped, and she was covered in sweat, and she was sticking to the bed sheets because of it. He, however, remained cool, and he smirked down at her, as her face glowed because of what they had just done. If this didn’t make her seek him out when she got back to her own time then nothing would.


A/N So, Tom smut, hmm, and like I said, could you fight your feelings for this guy? Review please.