Riddle Her This

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Hermione woke up and found herself in the arms of Tom Riddle. Both were naked and he slept soundly; his lovely eyelashes were long, and curled slightly at the tips. Hermione went to get up but he pulled her tighter to him, and then his lovely eyelashes fluttered and he sighed. He squeezed her tightly and held her closer to his body, and Hermione moaned with pleasure as their skin touched. Her nipples hardened at the contact.

“You awake?” She asked tentatively.

“Yes,” he said. He turned around and his eyes glowed down at her. “I felt you move dearest, Hermione, I did not want to wake lonely, and unloved.”

“I do love you,” Hermione said.

“Do you?” Tom asked. He stroked aside some of her hair, to reveal her bright, shining skin. “Do you love me?”

Hermione used her elbow to lever herself up, so that she could look him directly in the eyes.

“Of course,” she said. “I love you ever so much.”

Tom raised his hand to her cheek and stroked it.

“I would hate to have given myself to someone who doesn’t care about me. I would hate to have given my passion to a worthless, ungrateful bitch.”

“Tom,” she breathed. She guided his hand to her mouth and began sucking his fingers. She looked him in the eyes, as she was doing so.

Tom got up and flipped her on her back and spread her legs apart, and his eyes shone a definite red now. He was angry, and Hermione wandered what she had done to displease him. Her heart beat fast in her chest, and Tom looked down.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t be afraid of me, so many people are. I don’t wish you to be one of them,” he snarled. “I will not have you afraid of me.”

He put his hands on her biceps, and then he shook her slightly.

“I am not afraid of you Tom, the reason why my heart is beating so, is because I love you. I can feel it beating out your name,” Hermione said.

Tom clamped his lips on hers and kissed her roughly and passionately, his tongue beat hers into submission before she could even protest. Hermione pulled his face closer so that his tongue could capture as much of her as possible, she arched her hips up, and he put his down, and they made love like they were dancing the waltz.

“I am about to…!”

“Say the name of my true self, Hermione,” he whispered in her ear. “I want you to say that name forever.”

He buried himself further into her, and she screamed out the name of Voldemort.

“Now,” he said, as he clambered off her, and covered his body with a robe. “We get washed, dressed, breakfasted, and then Sparkles and Know-It-All will get the shock of their lives.” Hermione nodded, it was all she could do after that. He smirked down on her and walked into the bathrooms, and Hermione raised her head and let it sink back down into the cushions. She had a proud smirk on her face. The proudest smirk ever to adorn the face of a woman. “That’s more like a Slytherin smirk, Hermione, I told you I could sort that out for you,” Tom said, as he walked out of the bathroom. Hermione shook her head and tried to come back down to earth.

“Yes,” she sighed. “Anyway, I had better get back to my dorm, and get dressed.”

“Pity,” Tom said, “I would have liked to present you to Dippet Ink with you dressed in the Empresses New Clothes.”

Hermione clucked at him, but she swayed her hips when she stood up, and walked over to him, and placed her arms around his waist.

“How about you, my Lord?” she asked.

“I think that they would ALL be looking at the better model,” Tom said, his eyes sparkling with absolute charm.

Hermione looked down coyly. Tom tilted her chin back up.

“I don’t know if we should Tom,” Hermione said. “I mean, don’t you respect Professor Dumbledore, even if a little?”

“If I did respect him if even a little, then that little bit would be gone, for his actions,” Tom said. “Besides Gryffindors are so stupidly noble, Albus Dumbledore would probably step down. I am to go to Armando, and you my dearest Hermione, you are to eat breakfast,” Tom said. He stroked her cheeks. “You will obey me.”

“Of course,” Hermione whispered. She was just about to kiss him but the door opened followed by some loud raucous laughter.

“Oh aye, Tom, what have you been doing?” Crabbe asked, a knowing twinkle in his piggy eyes.

“I bet you would have liked to do the same thing?” Tom asked.

“It’s not fair,” another voice complained. It was Abraxus, Hermione decided to pull a bed sheet and put it around her body. “How do you manage it, Tom? How is it you pick the best?”

“You know me by now, Abraxus, nothing but the best.”

“All right boys, there is nothing to see,” Severus said seriously. “Let her go back to her dorm, Tom,” Severus said quite seriously.

“Who are you, her dad?” Abraxus said.

“Come on,” Severus said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the dorm. Tom narrowed his eyes at the boy.

“Abraxus,” Tom said. “I want you to watch them.”

Abraxus followed Severus and Hermione. He hid behind a wall and leaned in to hear what Severus was saying to Hermione.

“I like you Hermione, you are sweet, kind, and wonderful. You are no Greta; you are more of a McGonnagal, if I say it myself. You are one of the Heavenly Ones, and I don’t like Tom. He’s trying to do something, and I don’t like what he’s doing to you.”

“Severus,” Hermione sighed. “I like you to, but I also love Tom.”

“LOVE?” Severus yelled. “That bastard doesn’t even know how to love. He has no idea or conception of love. He’s using you, Hermione, please whatever you do, don’t let yourself be used by him!”

~*~*~

“Interesting,” Tom purred, as he was sitting back on his velour cushions. He put his hands on the back of his head. “Bring Severus to me, as soon as you can.”

“My Lord,” Abraxus bowed, and then he walked out of the dormitory. He walked down to the common room and saw Severus sitting on the sofa reading a book. “Severus, Tom wishes to have a private word with you.”

Severus closed his book, but looked at Abraxus warily. He shook his head, and then he sighed. What did that prat want now? He set his book aside and nodded to the blonde boy. Severus walked up the stairs and into the dorm. He opened the door, and he saw Tom splayed arrogantly on his bed.

“You wanted to talk to me?” Severus asked.

“Come here, Severus, come here where I can see you,” Tom said.

Severus walked up to Tom’s bed, and stood at the foot of it. He gazed down on the floor.

“What do you want?”

“I want to know what you mean by poisoning my sweetest Hermione against me, Severus,” Tom said in a calm and almost brotherly tone.

“You don’t love her!” Severus exclaimed with sheer brave abandon. “You don’t care for her. You just want to possess her!”
Tom swung his legs off the bed and strode up to Severus and put an arm around his shoulder.

“How can you tell I don’t love her?” Tom asked in a reasonable tone of voice.

“I know you don’t, if a boy makes love to the girl he loves there is normally a tell tale smile on his face, like the one that Professor Dumbledore has on his face,” Severus said. “And you don’t have it.”

Tom sighed and patted Severus on his shoulder. He removed his arm and walked away.

“Pity,” he mumbled. “Such a pity. I had great hopes for you, Severus, great hopes. You could have been one of my greatest supporters.”

“You can have your gift back,” Severus said. “I will go now.”

“Do you know whom it is your precious Dumbledore loves, Severus?” Tom asked him.

“No, but it must be someone special.”

Tom’s smile spread across his face, his back was turned. He schooled it to a look of commiseration and pity, and he turned around to face Severus.

“It is Minerva McGonnagal, the woman I believe you yourself have set your sights on, Severus,” Tom said. “Oh, it’s true, Hermione caught them kissing in his office.”

“What?” Severus asked.

“Oh yes, Hermione and I feel duty bound to tell Headmaster Dippet.”

“Bet you do,” Severus said sarcastically. “But you got one thing wrong, Tom, its Hermione that I’ve set my sights on, and I am not sure I want her to go back, especially if it means her going back to you!”

Tom shook with rage and he stormed up to the other boy, he clenched his fist, and he swung it at Severus stomach. Severus fell to his knees, as he clutched at his stomach. Tom struck Severus face and then he kicked him, his eyes were glowing red. He then drew his wand out and then pointed it at Severus.

“I know one particular spell that would rid me of you forever, but I am afraid my sweet Hermione might not like me if I did that. If you want to live, just let me do what I do.” Severus groaned, as he rolled on his side in absolute pain, and then he got up by holding onto the top of the chest at the foot of Tom’s bed. “Oh, and if you try to interfere anymore, Severus, it would be your blood traitor sister that will get it.”

“Eileen is no blood traitor,” Severus said, defending his only sibling. “Leave her out of it, Tom, please?”

“Sorry, Severus, but she is your sister and at the moment she’s the only way I can guarantee you to behave. Shall we call her our bargaining price?”

“You son of a bitch!”

Tom whirled around with such speed and grace that Severus didn’t feel the spell hit him in the chest. It was another crucio.

“What was that, Prince?” Tom sneered. “If I were you, I’d keep my mouth shut from now on.” Tom lifted his wand away from Severus. Severus staggered from the room. He crawled into a quiet corner to cry. He should never have accepted that gift. Now, because of that, Tom Riddle felt that he had a follower in him. Severus could not defy Tom anymore. He had to bind Hermione to that bastard, if only to keep Eileen safe.

~*~*~

Tom knocked on the Headmaster’s door and walked in when he heard the ‘come in,’ from the inside of the room, faint and doddery. Tom liked Dippet because he was such an old fool. He had the Headmaster twisted around his little finger.

“Ah, Tom,” Armando greeted the young man, “and how are you?”

“I am well, sir,” Tom replied. He had practised his solemn expression in the mirror before he got it exactly right.

“And how is young Miss Granger settling in the Slytherin House?” Armando asked.

“She is settling in well, sir, I have made sure of that.”

“Good, Mr Riddle, there is not a student finer than you in Hogwarts,” Armando said.

“I am afraid not, sir,” Tom replied, allowing a hint of a smug smile on his face. “Although, last term I might have contended that point by saying Minerva McGonnagal is almost equal. But, alas some information has reached me that disturbs me immensely.”

Armando sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers.

“What is that, Tom?”

“It has been heard by Greta and Abraxus that Professor Dumbledore and Minerva McGonnagal have confessed feelings for one another. Feelings that are inappropriate between pupil and teacher.”

“Hearsay, Tom? Normally you are more worldlier than that,” Armando replied.

“Yes, I know, normally I would not base any assumption on what two others have told me, but there is an old muggle adage that say’s out of the mouth of two witnesses, let the truth be heard, or something like that. And I count Greta and Abraxus as two. But, Hermione caught them, sir, in a rather compromising position. You see, Hermione forgot her bag in Transfiguration, and when she went to retrieve it she saw his office door slightly open, and she went to investigate. She saw the two of them in a compromising position, sir. It distressed poor Hermione, as I have a feeling she respected these two. Now, she is rather shaken. I took the liberty of comforting her the best I could, but it wasn’t good enough. She will come if she is sent for though.”

Armando sighed, he put his elbows on his desk, and put his face in his hands, as he shook his head he looked up.

“Very well,” he sighed. “Could one of you go to Professor Dumbledore’s office and ask him to come here?” He asked the paintings of former Headmasters, and Mistresses of the School. “Tom, I would like you to fetch Miss McGonnagal, and Miss Granger at once. This needs to be dealt with instantly.”

“Yes, sir,” Tom said.

~*~*~

Hermione was eating her breakfast when Tom approached her and whispered in her ear. She looked up at him and gulped. She nodded and got up, Tom picked her bag up for her, and she blushed at the gentlemanly gesture. Severus noticed and he scowled at Tom. Tom seemed to feel someone looking at him, and he turned around and then he spotted Severus disapproving scowl. He spun Hermione around, and kissed her, in front of the entire school.

“Choke me, now,” a person said sitting not too far from them. It was Graham Potter.

“As if you could get yourself a frog to kiss Potter, let alone a goddess,” Tom said. Graham got up. He walked up to Tom, and he took Hermione out the other boys grasp.

“What is a looker like you doing in Slytherin, Granger?” Potter asked.

“I see they make Gryffindor men of the same stuff year in, year out,” Hermione retorted. “Stupidity and arrogance.”

She yanked her arm out of Grahams hand and stepped back to Tom. Oh Merlin, she felt awful now. This was Harry’s relation. How could she be so horrible to Harry’s grandfather, or great uncle?

“As you can see, Potter, she has refined taste,” Tom said. And then his eye fell on Minerva, who coldly ignored them both. “Headmaster Dippet wishes to speak with us, McGonnagal.”

Minerva sighed, and she picked her bag up. She stormed past them, and Hermione noted, ignored her completely. Hermione was feeling sick. She wanted to throw up right here and now. But she gulped down the urge, and held onto Tom to keep from fainting.

All three of them reached the Gargoyle.

“Anaconda,” Tom and Minerva said together. Hermione was stood between them, although she wanted to be as far away from Minerva as possible.

The gargoyle sprang apart and then they walked up the stairs, the door was already standing open, and Tom opened it further, so that the other two could walk through it before him. He then walked in and shut the door. He smiled at Armando, and smirked at Albus.

“Mr Riddle has brought to my attention a grave and very serious situation,” Armando began. “Are you aware of the school rules, Albus?”

“I am,” Albus replied.

“Are you aware that a relationship adhering to the more amorous side between student and teacher, is against the school rules, Albus?”

“I was, sir,” Albus said.

“Miss Granger, Tom say’s you saw Minerva McGonnagal, and Professor Albus Dumbledore in a passionate embrace.”

Hermione gulped down her nerves, Tom squeezed her thigh.

“I did, sir,” she replied.

Minerva gasped, and Professor Dumbledore shook his head.

“Could you follow me?” Armando asked. “Miss Granger, there is only one thing that I can do before I truly believe you.”

Hermione nodded. She got up, off the seat and followed Professor Dippet to a small closet like room.

“You’ve done it, haven’t you, Tom?” Albus mumbled at the boy.

“Done what, sir?” Tom replied back innocently.

“Found a good solid reason to get me out of here,” Albus replied. His blue eyes hardened. Minerva sat in her seat shaking with fury. She was trying so hard to keep her mouth shut, as she knew whatever she had to say now, would confirm what Miss Granger said. Interfering cow!

Armando and Hermione came out of the closet room, and Armando looked at Minerva and Albus with a very sad, and grave expression on his face.

“Albus, I am sorely disappointed in you, I have suspected that your feeling for Miss McGonnagal were what they shouldn’t be, but I understood you were keeping them to yourself.”

“I am sorry, Headmaster, I will pack straight away, and leave sooner than I thought I would.”

“Leave?” Armando asked. “I am not asking you to leave!”

Tom scowled.

“But, sir, he’s abusing his position. He’s taken advantage of a sweet, and innocent young woman, one of my fellow students! He has broken all the rules and you’re letting him stay?”

“Mr Riddle,” Armando said. “Albus Dumbledore will be leaving the school anyway. He say’s he has something to do. There will be no harm in letting him stay until Christmas. As long as both Professor and student promise to keep away from each other in the meanwhile.”

“Yes, and let him take other sweet, innocent students whilst he is here,” Tom said. He then looked pointedly at Hermione. “How can he be trusted to keep to himself? Minerva is not unattractive and speaking as a young man in love myself, he won’t be able to, I can barely keep my eyes of the woman I love, let alone my hands.”

“I have said, what I have to say,” Armando said.

“What house were you in, Headmaster?” Tom asked. “Just out of curiosity.”

“Gryffindor,” Armando replied.

“Figures,” Tom muttered, with a dark scowl on his face. He got up, picked up Hermione’s bag, and then took Hermione’s hand. “Well, I don’t feel safe in a school with a teacher that seems to like students more than he should!” He exclaimed. “And I am pretty certain the rest of the student body would feel the same way, do you feel safe, Hermione?” Tom asked.

“N-no,” Hermione stammered. She avoided the gaze of Albus Dumbledore.

“I’ll even put a petition around the school, Headmaster, that man…” he pointed at Albus, “is a danger! And disgusting!”

“Armando,” Albus said, in a tone full of resignation. “Mr Riddle is right. The student body, and the school governors will not be as lenient as you are. I will depart, tonight.”

“You can’t!” Minerva exclaimed. “You just can’t!”

“Proof,” Tom said to Minerva.

“Very well, Albus, if you wish to go tonight, then you go with my blessing. I shall owl your replacement and hopefully they’ll be able to make it.”

Minerva jumped up and ran to Albus and flung her arms around his neck. She was shaking with heavy sobbing. Albus patted and stroked her back.

“I hope you are happy, Tom,” Albus sighed.

“Knowing that you’re doing the right thing, and leaving, then yes I’m happy,” Tom replied. Minerva pushed herself away from Albus and then spun around to face Hermione.

“You cow,” she said. “I hope you rot in hell!”

She stormed from the room in floods of tears. Albus looked from the door to Armando.

“Very well, Albus, you are no longer a teacher, so now you can comfort her,” Armando said.

“Good luck, sir,” Hermione mumbled. Albus turned towards Miss Granger and picked her chin up.

“Don’t feel sad, Miss Granger,” he said. His eyes were still twinkling. “You did the right thing.”

He then nodded curtly towards Tom, and Tom replied with a nod in return. Albus then left the office. Tom took Hermione’s hand and he led her out, and soon they were the other side of the gargoyle.

“See,” Tom said. “Albus agrees with me. You shouldn’t feel too bad. You did the right thing.”

Hermione nodded, her legs were giving way from under her. She hated that. Hated it beyond anything. She gulped down, and looked up at Tom. Last night she was certain she’d seek him out, but now, she wasn’t so sure.

A/N: I am really loving writing this story, and Tom is really interesting character to write... so do you think I'm doing him justice?