New Colors of Life

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Chapter 3.


Unfortunately for Hermione, she was being held not by a soul-sucking ugly dementor, but by a handsome Head Boy of Hogwarts- Tom Marvolo Riddle.


Tom Marvolo Riddle, the most handsome student of Hogwarts, the perfect Head Boy from the House of Slytherin and a famous heart breaker with a charming personality was making his rounds, patrolling the corridors. The Head Girl, Cathy Davids was supposed to be wandering around the halls looking for stupid rule breakers, but nooo ...she managed to land herself into the hospital wing. 'Stupid Girl' Tom thought.


As a Head Boy he was supposed to visit his "colleague", Tom sneered at that. A colleague- she was just a mudblood, stupid, plain mudblood. He, on the other hand, was the Heir of Slytherin and the most brilliant and powerful student in centuries. That thought finally brought some sort of a smile upon his face. But it disappeared just as quickly as it had formed. Tom remembered his visit to the hospital wing where that moron of a "Head Girl" was resting at the moment. Had he not known why the Head Girl was in the Hospital wing, he would have assumed she landed herself there to get some brains added to her stupid head.


Davids was trying to be pretty or so she thought. 'That disgusting beast. As if I would spare her a second glance. Ugh...She looks a cross between a Threstral and a Werewolf. Filthy mudblood...' .All so she could get the attention of the Head Boy who was believed to be the best future bachelor. It was no secret that the young Dark Lord had taken many girls to his bed. He was just unstoppable, but there seemed to be no one who could satisfy his needs completely. That mudblood was trying to seduce him while laying on that horrible hospital bed. Can you believe that?


Tom wasn't actually very happy that he had to spend his precious time on stupid mud bloods and other disgusting filth when he could be gathering his Knights and torturing the dumb ones in the Chamber of Secrets. Yes, it is true, that after that moronic four-eyed-mudblood who didn't know what the toilets were for was killed by his sweet pet. He couldn't open the Chamber once more, but no one said he couldn't visit his little pet and bring his followers as well.
Or he could be having a nice curvy body in his bed, ramming into it, making the body suffer from pain and pleasure. That's it- a body. 'Women are made to be used' , thought an amused Tom Riddle remembering how he fucked his last prey just a couple of hours ago. A thin,slip of a girl. Arrogant as can be. Pathetic. Thinking, herself better that other girls. She was just another warm body to the Dark Lord. If the idiot wanted to think herself special, merely because she was his next conquest, she would soon find out she was sorely mistaken. He had kicked her out of his chambers the second he was done with her. The look on her face said it all.
Shock, confusion, but most of all hurt. She had long blond hair and eyes ice blue. 'Huh...' , he thought, 'Those cold eyes suit that frigid bitch...'.
He didn¡¦t even remember her name, he did not need to- it seemed that all the female students starting from 5th year on up were trying their best to be touched by him.


Anyway, while the Prince Charming was thinking his sweet thoughts, he was already in the dungeons and his shift was over. Just then Tom noticed that he had some dust on his perfectly polished shoe, he bend to have a better look when he found himself on the floor, flat on his back.
"Ouhh!" he let out quite out if breath. Something had fallen right on top of him. It was a girl. A girl who looked liked she'd been thru the wringer once or twice, if her hair was anything to go by.


The girl who was rather uncomfortably on top of a disgruntled Dark Lord. Started coming to. She moved her slightly conscience self into a more comfortable position. She shiver and moved closer to gain some warmth. Tom was at a loss at what he should do. So , Tom did the only reasonable thing that came to his mind- he leaned forward to have a better look at her.
He just could not decide what he should do next: a) Push her on the floor again , he is not a couch! Or b) have a better look and perhaps be his charming self and then push her roughly back onto the floor, for falling on top of him.


While Tom was deciding on what to do, Hermione opened her eyes. She looked down at her savior and with horror in her eyes blacked out again. But before she blacked out one thought was most prominent 'This can't be! Why is it always me!? Of all the luck...'.


To say that Tom Marvolo Riddle was astonished was the understatement of the century. Some wet girl lands on his perfect body, then makes herself comfortable in his lap while he's left freezing and then if that wasn't bad enough she has the audacity to pass out from looking at him. Who does she think she is? Tom Riddle pushed Hermione off of him and on to the floor. He got up and went straight into the Slytherin common room to find any of his followers, so that they'd carry her to the Hospital Wing. 'After all what are followers for if you can't have them do your dirty work?' Thought Tom. As if he would waste his energy on carrying that random girl who fell smack dab on top of him! As if!


When Hermione woke up once more; she found herself in a soft bed in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts. Hermione looked around while making herself comfortable and saw that there were two people near her bed. One of those people she recognized as Head Master Dippet, whose portrait she had seen on the wall in Headmaster's office on a number of occasions and the second person was none other than Professor Dumbledore himself.


" Aaahh....Whaaaaat?"¨ was all that Hermione managed to say with a look of pure shock on her face.


"Ah...my dear you are awake wonderful. Let me introduce myself. I am the Headmaster here at Hogwarts. Professor Armando Dippet. And this here is Professor Albus Dumbledore." He said in a welcoming tone. "May I ask who you are, young lady?"


" Mmmhh..Whaaaat?"... 'Oh my God, I sound like a moron, but how is it possible that Professor Dumbledore is alive and younger. And what is Dippet doing here?'
Thought Hermione franticly. Nothing was making sense and her head hurt a great deal. 'I must have hit my head harder than I thought.'


"Erm.. Dear child, do you speak English?".It was Dumbledore who asked this question since Hermione's answers were very strange. She nodded silently. Hermione was still in shock after everything that had happened in previous hours. Attacking Malfoy on the platform, Harry and Ron turning their backs on her in her hour of need, Azkaban, the mysterious voice, and now seeing Dumbledore practically awake from the dead, didn't really help.


Hermione was about to say something when she heard that voice again.


"Strip for me, angel, slowly, so I can take a better look at your body"


"Strip yourself, pervert!" Hermione said in an irritated tone. She'd had enough of that voice for quite some time.


Dumbledore looked as shocked as if he'd been told Lemon Drops were obsolete. Headmaster Dippet looked no better. Before Hermione could explain that she was not crazy and apologize for her out burst. The door to the Hospital Wing opened and a young handsome boy stepped in. TOM.


" Good evening Tom",said Professor Dippet with a cheery smile. After all Tom was the smartest student of his age and it brought great pride to the Head Master. He then turned and motioned towards Hermione. "This is the fine young lady that you and your friends brought here a couple of hours ago. I am sure you are interested to know how she is doing."
The strong, cold, and ever so seductively charming voice that belonged to Tom made Hermione shiver. "Good evening, Professors. Yes, I am rather curious to find out how this fine lady is doing after she fell from the ceiling and perhaps knowing who she is", everything was said with a charming smile, that made Hermione think of a crocodile.


A hungry crocodile. No. A ravenous crocodile is what he was. Being the bright girl she was, after all she wasn't called the brightest witch of her age for nothing! Hermione already understood that she was in the past, not quite sure when exactly, but she was about to find out soon. What made her think was the voice of the handsome newcomer. It was somehow familiar yet foreign.
'Hmm, maybe I've met someone who is a distant relation of his or something...' mused quietly. Hermione not paying attention to the rest of the occupants in the room was so deep in thought that she missed the question asked by the newcomer. However, she did not miss that nasty-always-in-the-wrong-time voice in her head.


"Now suck me "

Hermione had enough. Really, first of all the voice talked about some kind of an angel, then about being his angel, then the voice-turned-out-to-be-a-pervert demanded that she would strip for him and now.... now he wanted her to suck his cock!! Normally, Hermione would think first, then act, but now was not one of those times.


" You listen to me, you bloody pervert. You go strip and suck you fucking cock yourself! Do you understand me? And shut the fuck up, your voice makes my skin crawl!" screamed Hermione with all her anger out load. Again. And then there was silence. You could hear Dumbledore try to stifle a shocked laugh, Dippet falling onto a chair and finally, someone spoke. The newcomer, Tom as Hermione remembered how Dippet addressed him.


" That is your name? " an amused, but somewhat angry voice he asked her. Hermione woke up from the stupor and looked at Tom in the face. 'Wow, who is that?' was all Hermione could think of at the moment. Tom was really a sight to be seen- he was gorgeous. 'And nasty ' added Hermione as an after thought.


"My name is Hermione" she paused slightly, " Hermione Escada".


"I am sorry, I am not feeling well at the moment, please forgive my outbursts, I am still in a state of a shock ", added after a while the newly appointed 'Ms. Escada.'


"No worries, dear child. We understand. We shall leave you for a while so you can have your rest and we will talk more in the morning", Dumbledore said with that ever present twinkle in his eyes. Hermione loved Dumbledore. He 'd let her off the hook, so that she could have some time to think things over. With that, the professors said their good-byes and left. The newcomer cast Hermione a strange glance and started walking towards the door aswell.


Just when Hermione thought she would be left alone. Tom turned towards her and said in the sweetest and most charming voice possible.


"I am afraid we were not introduced properly, Ms. Escada. My name is Tom as you already know. Tom Marvolo Riddle".As usually Tom was expecting this strange new girl to smile at him as all girls do and try to flirt straight away, but it just wasn't his day. She just fainted. Again .


"Damn", said Tom. This was starting to become a pattern.