New Colors of Life

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

Chapter 4.

The girl was exaggeratedly strange to say the least. ‘Hmph...Must be brain-damaged or something’ , though angry Tom Riddle while going to the common room.
There were quite a few people there chatting, planning attacks on Gryffindors, and the always present couple or two snogging in the corner.
As soon as the Head Boy entered the room all went quiet. He was the Master here.

“My Lord”, someone said, it was definitely Walburga Black who approached Tom. She was his so-called many times “lover” . He had a lot of girls to use once or twice, but with Walburga he had been involved for a year already.
“ There is a new girl in our school. I suppose she will be in 7th year by the look of her. Her name is Hermione Escada. If she gets into Slytherin, I want all of you to watch her closely. Is that understood?” He said sharply. Tom’s cold and commanding voice made the all the residents in the Slytherin common room shiver. He was their Lord, so they did as they were told. Always.

“But why, Master?” Walburga really did not get it, that even though she was often in his bed, she was no different from the others. Just another bed-warmer he liked to think. She meant nothing to him, just like the rest of the world.

“Are you questioning me ?” He said in a loud unforgiving tone. This tone of voice made Walburga fall back on her knees. “Forgive me Master it is not my place to question you.”

Without a second glance at her, Tom made his way out of the common room and headed towards the Hospital wing. For some reason, this new girl, Escada, intrigued him beyond imagination. Well, really- she fell from the ceiling in Hogwarts, where apparition is impossible, landed on top of Him and then...then she had the audacity to tell him that His voice made her shit herself…
‘Either she is really crazy or she’s a major bitch’. Either way he had to know. She was enigma that he knew he had to solve. It was just something about her that called to him somehow.


Hermione was sleeping peacefully on her bed in the Hospital wing. She was dreaming about he ‘normal’ old life- life before the end of the 6th year. How different thing were then. How things can change so quickly, without one noticing that everything has somehow shifted. How a few simple actions can throw life out of rhythm. Tom walked in ever so quietly so he wouldn’t disturb or wake Hermione.


‘What a pretty sight’ thought Tom making himself comfortable in the armchair near her bed. After Professors left and she fainted ‘ yet again' thought Riddle. She did not wake up. Tom leaned closely to take a better look at the newcomer and he found what he saw to his liking. She was pretty: long chestnut curly hair; that fell in gentle ringlets, soft fine delicate face. He could see her womanly curves…Oh...He liked her…No, wait. He would like to have her in his bed. Definitely...She was delicious...

While Tom Riddle was looking closely at Hermione, practically devouring her with his eyes, said girl woke up. The first thing she saw was the handsome face of none other than the Dark Lord himself.
“Fuck!” a scream erupted from her mouth. The astonished look on Tom’s face was replaced by a smug smile that made Hermione want to hide under the bed.
“What the bloody hell are you doing? You freak, you can't just stare at someone like that! You startled me half-to death, you stupid git!” She said in the angriest voice she could muster. She would never admit to the slight thrill that ran up her spine waking up to find his handsome face looking down at her.

“ Hmph. Freak? You’re one to talk. Anyhow that's not why I'm here.” Said Tom with a look like the cat that just swallowed the canary.
'Stupid smug grin…' thought Hermione.
“ I though that maybe we should get to know each other a little better before I fuck you.” Boldly said Tom , whilst eying Hermione up and down once more.

“What?! Are you nuts?! Who said anything about having sex with you? You can't just decide 'Hey wonder if the new girl's up for a shag.' What the hell's wrong with you?!” Said Hermione in a disbelieving tone...Never in her life had she heard something this obsured! And that’s saying something, what with knowing Fred and George for along time.

Tom's smile never once wavered from his face. “Admit it. I know you want to be another one of my conquests. And if you’re a good girl I just might let you.” He said with a final smug look.

Hermione looked at him and thought 'Just you wait 'till I wipe that smug grin off your face, Riddle' . She gives him a look of smugness herself. Hopefully throwing him of guard.

Tom takes in her sudden smugness as a good sign. 'I knew she's be quick to fall just like the rest. It's so easy with these stupid girls, I wonder why I even thought this one would give some fight. No matter, I'll still get great pleasure in breaking her. Just hope she isn't another limp fish like that last girl.'

Just as Tom was carrying on his internal dialogue, Hermione knew she had him where she wanted him.
“Oh, Riddle...”, she feigns a look of deep though, “and here I was wondering if at ever ,you even managed to get one girl to take pity on you and grant you the honor of letting you fumble around on top of her and let you call it a shag. Kinda of sad to know that there are witches out there desperate enough to let you make your pathetic attempts at a semi-decent shag.”
What she said threw Tom extremely off guard. It was definitely not what he was expecting to hear. He was certain that she would be quick to let him fuck her just like every girl at Hogwarts. That she would feel special because not every girl had the joy of saying that she had been with Tom Riddle. Lord knows almost every girl tried. 'Maybe there is more to this little beauty than meet the eye. I bet she'd make for an interesting shag.'
“Because Merlin knows it most definitely wasn't your good manners that landed her.” Said Hermione in a condescending tone.

“Looks like you want to find out. Sadly though I don't want to take the chance at you being a filthy mudblood. As if I ever let a piece of rubbish lower than dirt touch me.” He said with venom.
Hermione was shocked by how cruelly he spoke and the amount of venom when he said mudblood. Before she could stop herself and think properly the words left her mouth. “Funny, it seems that people through out time have thought mudbloods less than...but if they only knew that those who preach purity of blood aren't that pure themselves.”

Tom was floored by her bold statement. No one ever dared talk to the Dark Lord like that! He narrowed his eyes and spoke “So, are you a mudblood?” He asked completely avoiding her last statement.

She thought quickly of a way to one up him. She'd be damned if she was going to let him think he won. So she summed up her most confidently smug smile and said “Are you?”

The argument would have continued and most likely have lasted for a long time had it not been thankfully for the Professors who walked in. “Good day to you, Mr. Riddle, Ms. Escada. I do hope we are not interrupting something here?” asked amused Dumbledore. He looked at them over his half moon spectacles. If the girl would be against Riddle, he would be very happy for he really had some difficulties with the Head Boy. It seemed that only he could see right through Riddle and his false persona, that he projected out to the world. And he did not like what he saw. Because behind the handsome orphan with a brilliant mind and charming manners, there was something else. It greatly worried Dumbledore.

“Good day to you too, sirs. Of course not, you were not interrupting anything. I just came to check on Ms. Escada here. We didn't get a chance to introduce ourselves properly.” Replied the calm and steady voice of Mr. Charming. Hermione remained silent. She took a sideways glance at Tom and thought 'Oh boy what am I going to do? I've really dug myself in deep this time? You've really done it this time Mione.'

“Miss Escada, we decided that you should stay at Hogwarts for the time being and attend 7th year classes, if that is alright with you of course”, said Headmaster Dippet.
“If you are feeling well, maybe we should go to the Headmaster’s office to go on with the sorting?” asked smiling Dumbledore. He was confident that she would be another ally in regards towards Tom Riddle. He knew that somewhere along the line something was bound to happen.
“Thank you, Professors. I would love to stay at Hogwarts. Just give me a minute and I will be ready.” Hermione decided it was the best option for now . Later on she could talk with Dumbledore and maybe he could help her. Somehow...

“Well then, it’s decided. We shall wait for you in the Head Master's Office. Our Head Boy here will show you the way”. It was clear that Professor Dippet was a huge fan of Tom Riddle, if the smile on his face was anything to go by.
“Of course Headmaster. I will gladly help Ms. Escada here”, said Tom with his most charming smile. As the two professors were walking out, Dumbledore turned to glance back at Riddle and Escada. Tom in return gave him a victoriously smug look.

When Dumbledore and Dippet finally left the Hospital wing, the starring contest continued. “Well, maybe you should wait out side? You know, so I could, I don't know… change !” said a very irritated Hermione in a very sarcastic voice. There were some new clothes for her laying on the chair that was left by the Headmaster since she had no possessions of her own.
“What for? I will just turn around, Hermione. It's nothing I haven't seen before.”
“Fine!” She spat. With just as much venom as he had used earlier. Gods, she hated him with every fiber of her being. She just wanted to rip his head off and tear his cocky self to shreds.

So Tom Riddle graciously turned around and started whistling.
‘Moron’ thought Hermione while changing her clothes. As always, this was the perfect timing for that voice. The problem was, Hermione could not tell anymore, if it was in her head or it was something said out loud.


“Such a pretty ass…I will love ramming into it…angel....”


Tom was waiting patiently for the new girl to change while thinking his next move over when he was hit by a chair. “You fucking pervert! I said not to look. Yes, my ass is pretty, but sooner you’ll be ramming Dumbledore’s than mine!” Continued Hermione after hitting Riddle with a chair.

This was the strangest day in all of Tom Riddle’s life. Even when he found out he was a wizard, even when he found out he was the Heir of Slytherin. He had never had so many shocks in one day. All because of Her and now that psychotic bitch hit him ! HIT HIM with a chair no less screaming bloody murder about some nonsense about fucking her or Dumbledore’s ass.
‘And some people think I am a psycho’ , thought an extremely angry Tom Riddle while catching Hermione’s arms that were about to hit him square in the face. Again. Since Hermione was not finished dressing yet and had only one leg in trousers, when Riddle caught her, she fell backwards on the bed, dragging a fuming Head Boy with her.

That was the picture the mediwitch saw when she entered the Hospital wing. A Head Boy struggling with half naked new girl who was trying to bite him while he was trying to suffocate her on a bed in a Hospital Wing.

Tom wanted to kill her. He couldn’t and he knew it, but that psychotic bitch was trying to bite him when he tried to strangle her. He heard somebody walk in and turned to see a shocked mediwitch standing there with her jaw on the floor. ‘Great. Just fucking great’ , thought Riddle while jumping from the bed where Hermione was trying to catch her breath.
Well, there was only one thing he could do now. Looking at Escada, he saw it in her eyes; she knew what he was going to do next.

“Oblivate!” hissed Riddle pointing his wand at the still shocked Mediwitch. He caught a glimpse of surprise in Escada’s eyes. What did she think he would Avada her? Nice.

“We will discuss it later, bitch. Finish getting dressed quickly and move!”
Hermione had never heard that kind of commanding and cold voice before coming from Tom Riddle before.
‘Holy Merlin pants! I just hit the future Dark Lord with a chair and tried to bite him…Oh my Gods.' Hermione was really starting to panic. It seemed now that Azkaban was a better option than the future talk she was going to have to face with the Dark Lord.

“I said now!” He was loosing it. Hermione could clearly see how his wand in his hand was shaking. It seemed that he did not use Avada or Crucio on her only thanks to all his will power.
She decided not to test her limits. ‘I moved past them, anyway.'
“Ok…I'm done. Can we go now?” pleaded Hermione.


Tom Riddle roughly shoved her out of the door and dragged her to the Headmaster's office.
“After your sorting Escada we will have a nice little chat.” Threatened Tom. “I shouldn’t be telling you to keep your mouth shut, should I?” hissed Riddle while still pushing Hermione forward.
“No, no. You don’t have to. I get it”, trying to smile politely replied Hermione. She failed however because she received another killing glance from the Head Boy. 'If looks could kill...' She thought.

They soon reached the Headmaster’s office where Dumbledore and Dippet were drinking tea.
“Ah, here you are. Thank you, Tom. Perhaps you would like to stay during the sorting?” asked cheerful Dippet. He really was a fan of Tom Riddle Head Boy Extraordinaire.
“I would be delighted sir, thank you.” He answered. Pleasant voice, charming smile…and a nasty glare at Hermione.


Hermione was now truly afraid. What if the sorting hat decided to place her into Slytherin? Of course, she was a Gryffindor thru and thru but with yesterday's events, who knew?
“Hermione, please take a seat here and I will place a Sorting Hat on your head” Dumbledore was smiling. He really believed that she would be in Gryffindor, his House.
Shaking, Hermione sat on the stool and the Hat was placed on to her head. Then she heard a voice. With relief Hermione realized that it was the Sorting hat’s voice and not that voice.


“My, my, my…Who do we have here? I think I already sorted you, miss Granger. Oh yes, I really did. Interesting. A time traveler?”

'Please, don’t tell anyone. I beg you’ She mentally pleaded to the old hat.

“Do not worry, I keep all secrets hidden from others. But let me see. Where to put you?”

‘Not Slytherin, not Slytherin’ began her mantra. She did not want to be in the same house as Him . Gods no.

“Not Slytherin, eh? I think I've heard that one already from a future friend of yours.”

‘What friend?’ even though she was terrified, Hermione was still Hermione.

“Never mind that. Let me see…Oh, my! Even though you are still partly Gryffindor, miss Granger ,there is no way I am going to place you there. Godric himself would eat me for dinner for placing such a soul in his house.”

‘Such a soul? What do mean? I don’t understand.’ She was really loosing it now. ‘If you can’t place me into Gryffindor then Ravenclaw, please...Hell I'll even take Hufflepuff...'

“Ravenclaw…Hmm.. you do have the mind for that House, but there is only one house I can place you into. Only one option.”


Hermione already understood where she would be moving her new things. And she didn’t like dungeons and Him in the said dungeons at all.
“No, please, anything but Him .” She said out loud not noticing it.

The other three occupants in the room had been watching the sorting very closely. Everyone for their own reasons. Dumbledore understood already that something was very wrong. The sorting has already lasted more that 10 minutes. It was unnerving to say the least.
Tom Riddle however, was even more intrigued. ‘Who the hell is she anyway?’ he thought when he heard her plead with the Sorting Hat. ‘Anything but Him, him who? Wait…I know who… Me .' This was getting more intriguing by the second.


When Dumbledore saw that nasty smirk on Riddle’s face. He knew he got the message as well. But it was too late.

“Anything but Him , miss Granger? I am afraid you do not understand anything yet. I can not place you anywhere else but in His house.”

‘Why?’ Questioned Hermione...Who was slowly coming to accept her ill fate.

“Because you are His.”

“SLYTHERIN!”