Time Changes All Things: Now Complete

Chapter 5: Who’s in Charge?

Hermione and Lucretia stumbled into their room and shut the door. They both sat down on Hermione’s bed and Hermione broke down in strangled sobs. Lucretia put her arms around Hermione and pulled her to her chest as she whispered softly, “Its ok. I know. I remember the first time I witnessed a trial.”

Hermione laid her head on Lucretia’s shoulder as she rocked Hermione back and forth to soothe her.
With tears streaming down Hermione’s face she asked, “Do you agree with what happened tonight?”

Lucretia smoothed down Hermione’s rowdy hair as she replied, “It doesn’t matter if I do or not, does it?” she asked softly. “I am one of the Knights. I have been initiated and have taken a vow.” Lucretia had a melancholy tone of regret in her voice when she said softly, “It‘s too late to change my mind.”

Hermione looked into Lucretia’s eyes, “What do you mean it’s too late?” Lucretia stood up and walked across the room to her own bed. Hanging onto the bedpost, she shook her head and closed her eyes, “Once a Knight, always a Knight, until death. It’s part of the vow.” Hermione sat on the bed with a horrified look on her face.

“You know that’s what he wants to talk to you about later,“ Lucretia said, making eye contact with Hermione. “You do still have a choice Hermione,” she said, trying to sound convincing.

Hermione stood and walked over to Lucretia. Taking Lucretia’s hand in hers she said, “I don’t have a choice, I must join the Knights.” Lucretia squeezed Hermione’s hand back, and with a sob spurted out, “I know, I know. I wish that you were wrong, but you are right.”

Lucretia hugged Hermione tightly until a knock at the door broke their hug and in walked Abraxas. “Are you ready Lucretia?” he asked noticing the tear stained faces of the girls.

“Where are you going Lucretia?” said Hermione very worried.

“I am spending the night in Abraxas and Alphard’s room,“ responded Lucretia with an anxious voice. Like a punch in the stomach Hermione knew what this meant. She would have a visitor in her room that night, all alone, and she wasn’t sure that she was looking forward to it.




As Hermione slept she dreamed about hands; hands sliding up her calves and slipping up to her thighs. The hands then swirled over her stomach, continued upwards until they reached her breasts. The thumbs on the hands circled around and around her nipples until they were hard and pointed.

As the hands continued their dance, they glided softly up around her neck, across her face, until they reached her full lips. The lips mashing against her own, felt so genuine and soft. Hands began to slink around her hips again as she felt her night gown being pushed upwards. The kisses being trailed along her stomach were ticklish, but leaving hot spots along the way. Hermione started to wake and tried to jump out of the bed, except a long hard body was holding her down.

As she opened her eyes, she met the desire laden eyes of Tom Riddle. “It’s about time you woke up,” he said huskily, “I thought I would have to hex you,” he gave Hermione a grin, softening the underlying threat of his words. Her lover appeared to be back and The Dark Lord was absent; at least for the moment.

Bending his head towards Hermione’s his gaze licked over her like hot flames in a fire. He dove in to hungrily kiss Hermione as her lips accepted his soft gift. Hermione’s fingers curled through Tom’s hair as she pressed up into his hardness. Moaning softly, she felt the wildness return that only happened when she was this close to Tom.

He shuddered over Hermione as her breasts brushed warmly against his naked chest. Hermione smoothed her hands over Tom’s chest and down around his navel.

She looked up with shocked eyes. ”Are you only wearing your boxers?” she asked in a high squeaky voice. “Uh huh,” Tom said in a muffled voice, as his lips were lost in the crook of Hermione’s neck.

Bestowing kisses generously to Hermione’s neck, cheeks and lips he looked at Hermione, “Why? If they are bothering you, I give you permission to take them off,” Tom gave a wicked smile. Hermione sputtered and managed to say, “I…well…Tom!” Then she playfully slapped him on his shoulder. “Please?” Tom asked in a whiny voice.

Hermione’s mind was racing in many directions as it always tended to do. Pushing Tom off her a little she sat up on her elbows, “I thought that you wanted to talk to me about something important?” asked Hermione. Pulling her nightgown off of her, Tom pushed Hermione back flat on the bed. “I changed my mind,” Tom said bending down to suck on a ripe breast. ”I think you talk too much at times love.“

Turning, he trailed kisses over to the other breast. Sucking in her breath Hermione gasped, “How about we talk and then we do this,” she asked as her heart was racing from Tom’s administrations. “I think it’s a bad plan,” Tom said matter-of-factly. ”We won’t be finishing this if we talk.” Tom shook his head.

Hermione tried reasoning with him, “What if I promised you, that we will continue this no matter what you have to say to me?”

Angrily looking up he muttered with clenched teeth, “If it will Bloody well get you to stop talking,“ Tom said exasperated, “then yes, let’s talk now!” Hermione beamed, having won at least one argument with Tom.

He rolled onto his side leaning his head on his arm, “I need you to be looking at me when we talk. It is of the utmost importance what you will hear right now,“ Tom said seriously. “Because I have chosen you as the woman to stand with me in my mission,“ Tom started, “You must take a very important step.”

Hermione knew what words were coming next. “Hermione, it is essential that you become one of my Knights,“ he whispered as he reached out to intertwine his fingers through hers. “You have seen a lot tonight. Your initiation into the Knights will not be an easy thing; nor uncomplicated.”

Tom brought Hermione’s hand up to his mouth and gave it several feathery kisses as he whispered against her skin, ”In fact, it will be one of the hardest things that you will ever have to do.” Hermione sat up and put her head in her hands, “What do I have to do Tom?” she asked in a stilted voice, “Please tell me?” she questioned Tom.

Looking away, Tom said, “I can’t tell you right now, it’s neither the time nor place Hermione.” With fear pulsing through her body, she instantly lashed out at Tom, “Why not? You are the leader of the Knights! You of all people know what happens at the initiation!” Hermione looked as mad as a hornet.

Tom sat up then, very irate, “See, I told you if we talked right now we would never get around to this,” he said pointing at his crotch. Throwing his arms into the air, he vaulted out of bed, and shoved his arms into his robe. Hermione climbed out of bed and started to walk towards Tom. He put out his hand motioning for her to stop. “Stay right there,” he motioned, “Even though you look rather enticing with those firm breasts beckoning me; I’m leaving.”

Hermione started to walk towards him again, “No Hermione, not tonight. You wouldn’t want me when I am angry,” he fumed. “I can be a little rough. We will talk about this tomorrow.” With that said, he opened the door, slamming it hard as he left. Hermione stood there, hugging herself, as she dropped to her knees softly crying.




Walking to the Great Hall the next day was not pleasant for Hermione. She had not slept well after Tom had stormed out, leaving Hermione a mess. Not only was she tired, but very grumpy. In addition, she did not want to talk to, look at or breathe the same air as Tom Riddle. Now, Hermione had to figure out how to accomplish this today; as she had every class with him and had to sit at the same house table to eat.

Walking into the Great Hall, she looked over at the Slytherin table and of course “they” were there; all of the Knights and Tom Riddle. The occupants of the Slytherin table had always been a pain in her side since she first came to Hogwarts; there was no difference now. Glancing over at Tom and shooting him a Severus Snape glare, she started to walk to the other end of the table.

Tom stood and blocked Hermione’s way, “Where are you going?” he asked gruffly. Hermione still shooting the evil eye at Tom tried to walk around him. Once again Tom blocked her way by putting his arm up in front of her. Lifting her chin up in order to make eye contact with him, Tom said, “Are you not going to talk to me today then?”

Hermione just shook her head with her eyes still blazing at Tom. The encounter between Hermione and Hogwarts’ Head Boy was being watched by every person in the Great Hall. They all saw as Hermione batted Tom’s hand away, gave him one last glare and walked away. Low whistles of astonishment and a jumble of disbelief and murmurs were heard amongst the otherwise silent Great Hall.

Making eye contact with Dumbledore up at the teacher’s table, he gave Tom a knowing smirk. Blood boiling to a breaking point, Tom glared back at him, slamming the doors open as he marched out of the Great Hall.

Up ahead he saw Hermione standing quietly. “Hermione,“ he said in a cutting tone. Hermione turned back to Tom with a look on her face Tom had never seen before. He saw something so different in her that he was instantly aroused; Hermione was enraged! Her normally amber colored eyes were pitch black. Her wild, curly hair was now even more savage looking, much fuller and flying all around her head. Hermione’s cheeks were fiery red and she looked ready for battle. Tom still so worked up from what had happened in the Great Hall wanted to punish Hermione; but at the same time seeing the new and agitated Hermione, he really wanted to throw her up against the wall and take her right there for all of Hogwarts to see.

Hermione could see as Tom stepped out of the Great Hall that he was incensed. The air was filled with the combined, combustible magic coming from the heated couple. Before Tom could do anything, Hermione marched swiftly up to Tom. Grabbing the front of Tom’s robes in her small hands, she pulled him towards her until they crashed into each other. Tom could feel her heaving breasts against him as she breathed heavily with ire. “You said that you chose me and that I belong to you,“ she said in a loud forceful voice. Tom felt a strong twinge of irritation at being man-handled by Hermione but decided to hear her out to see where this was going. “But if I belong to you, then you damn well belong to me!”

Tom’s eyes grew wide at this declaration. He tried to talk but Hermione put her fingers up against his lips to stop his speech. No one had ever done this to him before. If it had been anyone other than Hermione, they would be dead.

“Don’t you ever be dishonest with me again. Do not ever hold things back from me again; especially when it concerns me!” Tom looked down into the impassioned face of the woman who was slowly turning into his Achilles heel. “Do I make myself clear?” Tom doing the safe thing for the moment, nodded down at Hermione.

Calming down a bit, seeing that Tom had listened to her speech, said, “Well done then.“ Hermione, feeling a bit self conscious and wanting to retreat from the growing audience in the hallway said “See you in Potions.“ And she briskly walked down the hall.

Dumbstruck, Tom stood there for a moment straight faced, while his friends waited to see what he would do. Tom suddenly grinned and started laughing in his deep voice. Turning to Abraxas he punched him in the arm and said, “I chose well; cor blimey, I chose very, very well.”




Sitting twirling her quill, Hermione waited, along with the rest of his gang, for Tom to come to Potions class. Even though she was nervous about what Tom would do after she had taken a stand, the door opened and in walked a somber Tom Riddle. Hermione started feeling sick inside as Tom didn’t look her way, only sat staring straight ahead. Bugger, she knew that she was in trouble now. But what would he do to her?

“Ok children, it’s time for today’s lesson in potions,” said the befuddled Professor Slughorn. “You will be making the Draught of Living Death. The ingredients are on the board and I will be giving you two hours to complete it. But first I need to go over some key facts.”As Professor Slughorn continued to talk, Hermione felt a hand under the table sliding up her thigh and heading towards her knickers.

Out of the corner of her eye she looked at Tom who was still staring straight ahead expressionless. As Tom’s fingers wandered into her knickers they went straight for her mound where he stroked lightly back and forth across her folds.

Hermione tried not to squirm as the intensity of the stroking increased. Hermione let out a low moan as Tom was flicking his fingers against her clit. Horrified, Hermione looked over at the nearest table where Lucretia sat with a questioning look on her face. Abraxas, sitting next to her, with a typical Malfoy smirk, tried not to laugh out loud.

The ever stoic looking Tom leaned over and whispered, “Back in the hallway, “ he said as he continued to caress Hermione into a heated fire, “That was the most aroused I have ever been in my whole life. I like you that way.”

Hermione looked over at him with glazed eyes and leaned back as her orgasm took over her body in powerful ripples. Everyone within a certain radius could see what was happening with Hermione. And the boys were having a hard time controlling themselves. It was a good thing they were all seated at the tables.

As Hermione was trying to regain control, as well as regulate her breathing, Tom once again whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her neck, “I may belong to you love,” he said huskily, “but I am still in charge.”

Then he stood up, licking his fingers, and left to get the potion ingredients.

“Bloody Hell,” said Hermione, as her head dropped down and smacked on the table.


A/N:I enjoyed writing this chapter. I also included a little bit of "Angry Hermione" at the request of somebodyinthedark...that bit is for you. My great beta, Curse Weaver, thank you so much. Even when she is so busy with real life, she always finds time to help me...I could not do this without you.

OK...what did you think about seeing the stronger side of my Hermione? Please review and let me know if you want to see more of that side of her. I haven't heard as much feedback as I need about what you would like to see. Should Hermione stay good or should I start turning her to the dark side? Let me know in your review! Pleassseee! ;)