New Colors of Life

Beta- RoseTyler. ( Who still has to deal with huge amount of mistakes from me ) LOL

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Warning- smut LOL

Chapter 6.

Oh...It was most definitely chit-chat time.

As soon as Tom closed the door to Hermione’s new room, he threw her petrified body harshly onto the bed. Hermione could only move her scared eyes frantically, trying to see what that crazy wanker was up to. The Dark Lord was looking at Hermione while making himself comfortable in one of the squashy armchairs.


“You know, Escada, I think I like you better this way. When your filthy mouth is closed.”
Hermione shot him with a nasty glare, but all she received in return was deep-voiced laughter…laughter…Suddenly Hermione lost all sense of reality. Riddle’s voice disappeared and everything went quiet. She felt like she was dreaming. No noises…Only…
‘It can’t be,’ thought Hermione after realizing that she could only hear a rich, alluring laughter.


A woman is standing near a window, looking ,at what seems to be a village of some sort.
Hermione can not see the woman’s face, but she can tell that the woman is clearly tensed and worried.
‘Hmm... It feels as if I dove into a memory of some sort, almost like a pensive. But how? This positively can't be real! How?’ Hermione has no idea as to what was going on.

“Erm, Hello!” calls Hermione to the other woman since they seem to be the only ones in the huge room. There was no reply. Hermione steps closer to the other occupant of the room and tries to touch the woman. She thinks that maybe the woman has not noticed her yet. Possibly she is lost in her own thoughts. She knows it is bad form to so blatantly and rudely disrupt someone from their thoughts, but at the moment knowing where she is took residence over manners. She was God-knows- where, God-knows-how! As Hermione gently touches the woman's shoulder as to not startle her, she realizes that her hand has just gone completely thru the woman’s body.

“What the Hell! What is going on here?” shouts Hermione, but no one answers. 'I have to figure out get back!’ frantically thinking, Hermione starts pacing through the room looking for an exit. Naturally, no exit is to be found. 'Gods what nit-whit thought this room up?' Hermione, since she can not find any real means of escape, returns to her previous activity- she tries to take a better look of where she is and who that woman is.
‘I wish I looked like her,’ bitterly thought Hermione looking at the beautiful woman from a side. It was truly a site to behold. Said lady had long curly hair that fell down in waves; she was dressed like royalty. Her air and natural grace exuded of her. She wore a green and silver gown, that just succeeded in making her look even more regal. Her figure petite and curvy suited her perfectly, making her look like a goddess some sort of.

Suddenly, Hermione hears a soft pop behind her. She quickly turns around to see another person having apparated inside the room. It is a man, she can tell he is handsome, even though she can not see his face properly. It is blurred for some reason.
There is a squeak from her left side and the next thing Hermione sees is the lady, who just a mere minute ago cause a small rush of jealousy, running towards the man. The lady jumps in the man’s arms, hugging him and kissing his face. With so much love and passion.

“ Finally, I was so worried. What took you so long?” the woman sobs into the man’s shoulder.
He is hugging the woman and laughing. Laughing in that deep alluring voice.

‘Wait, it is the same laughter I heard before being dragged here.’ Now Hermione is really confused. All she can do is watch as the couple stand in the center of that magnificent room.

“It’s alright, my sweet. You have nothing to worry about.” Says the man in what Hermione thinks to be the sexiest, silkiest voice she had ever heard. It's almost like liquid chocolate and velvet combined.

‘ Where have I heard that voice before?’ Tries to remember Hermione while the couple finally brakes apart.
The man is still holding the woman and Hermione notices something sparkling on his finger. She steps closer, ‘Who cares, no one sees me anyway’ she thinks and tries to have a better look. It was a ring. A very beautiful ring on his “wedding” finger- two snakes formed a circle and tried to bite each other while holding a sparkling diamond in their mouths.

‘ Well, he is definitely not a Hupplepuff then.’ Muses Hermione trying to understand what the hell is going on. It was quite clear to her that it is some sort of a vision or something and that she can not escape from here until the vision has ended. Or somebody ended it. Or she went completely nuts.

While thinking her not-so-happy thoughts, Hermione does not pay attention to the couple and is looking at the village outside. ‘Where am I? Have I finally gone nuts? Ohh, at least nothing can be worse than that.’ Muses a confused Hermione to herself. Then, she hears a strange noise. It sounds like…


‘No fucking way, it cannot be!’ Mentally screams Hermione turning around to the source of the noise.

‘Oh, Gods, please anything but that. Merlin, even the rat bastard Riddle would be more welcomed than that!’ begs Hermione while trying to figure out what to do. She can not escape the room and it seemed that she has to bear witness ,be an unwilling one to what is happening in the room.

“Oh ,yesss…I love it. Ohh...” the woman moans lying on some sort of fur. ‘Must be transfigured from something.' while the man is sucking and licking her breasts.
No need to add that shocked to core Hermione and that she had a perfect view of everything since the couple was completely naked.

‘I wish I watched porn more often,’ bitterly thought Hermione while trying to find a way out; not willing to be a voyeur.


Desperation, confusion, shame- those were the feelings Hermione has finally understanding that she Has to watch. Otherwise she will be stuck here.

‘Great! You are one hell of a lucky lady, Hermione Granger! First you loose your darling friends and almost land your ass in Azkaban, then you find yourself 50 years in the past with none other than the fucking Dark Lord breathing down your neck and now this? Free porn from Merlin-knows-who Merlin-knows-where and Merlin-knows-what-for.’

‘Hmm…Maybe it is some sort of a lesson in the 40s? Yeah, right. It is all Riddle’s fault anyway,’ Fumes Hermione accepting her fate.
So Hermione made herself comfortable in the corner of the room trying her best not to look at the couple, who was now having some VERY PHYSICAL action and not to listen to the lustful moans coming from both of parties.


After a couple of minutes of listening to the most lustful sounds Hermione has ever heard, she decides that, perhaps, a lesson on how to do That will be useful in the future.

‘It’s not like I have a choice anyway.’ Trying to convince her conscience reasons Hermione while finally having a look at her first porn action.
‘Ok, not first. Who cares?’ Snaps Hermione at her conscience ‘It’s not like I'm not crazy anyway!’


Ten more minutes latter Hermione has what seems like a million of questions.

‘How can you take something as big as That into your mouth completely and not suffocate?’ Wondered an already not quite adequate Hermione.

The woman is doing wonders it seems. And the man is more than happy about that.
“Ohh, yesss, yesss, you are sssso perfect...” continues moaning the man.

‘What is it with the letter 's'? Or does everyone talk like that while doing It?’

The woman stands up from her kneeling position and Hermione has a perfect view of what she believes to be a perfect male body. The man is very tall; he has wide shoulders, very strong arms and muscular legs. Snapping from her stupor, Hermione realizes that she was drooling.

‘Holy Merlin. Now I am a pervert as well.’ She cries to herself.


“When is this going to stop!” Yells Hermione out loud. No answer.
‘Figures,’ fumes Ms. Escada. ‘When they end , it ends as well.'

However, the man’s next actions make Hermione forget about how unfortunate she always is.
‘Wow! Can you actually do that?’ Hermione has just turned 18, she had seen some adult-action on TV many times. She even liked it, but never in her life has Hermione seen that so close and so real.
‘And so passionate,’ quietly adds the victim.

‘I wonder if it feels good...’ an already intrigued Hermione thinks while crawling closer.
‘If I must suffer, then at least I will gain some sort of knowledge as well,' reasons her actions the-newly-appointer-witness.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” cries the woman answering Hermione’s previous question.

A rich laugher is an answer to a cry.

Since Hermione is standing on all fours and very close to the couple, she decides there is no use in denying that their actions have made her horny. So horny, that Hermione had troubles thinking. She could only watch. Skin to skin…body to body…passionate, wild kisses…moans and cries…

Hermione has already forgot where she is, why she is there and even what her name is.
Her eyes are pinned to the still struggling couple who is still having sex after what seems like an hour or two.
“ I want that as well,” moans Hermione out loud. She did not care anymore if there was somebody else in the room or if the married couple would hear her.


She comes to the conclusion that they were husband and wife after seeing almost identical ring on the woman’s finger while the woman was scratching her husband’s back. Plus, those two seem way too comfortable with each other, meaning that they have been doing this for quite some time. While looking at them, Hermione has that weird and creepy feeling in her heart. It feels as if those two on the floor were one person; not only physically but emotionally as well.

Worst of all, she feels as if she knows them. Which is impossible.

Finally, the woman on the floor starts shaking uncontrollably. ‘Like for the 5th time already...’ completely disoriented and out-of-her-mind Hermione bitterly noticed. She envied that girl. Yes, girl, not a woman as she thought first. The girl is not older than maybe 23. The man is, it seems, the same age. Most of all, Hermione envied not the physical pleasure the girl was receiving for quite some time already; she envied their marriage, their feelings.

She can see their faces now, they are beautiful but for some unknown reason, Hermione can not remember them for a second. All in hopes to understand who those people are. Not that she cares now.

She wants that man to look at her and not his wife with that passion and possession. Hermione wants him to do all those things to her, he had done to pleasure his wife. She wants him. Wants that voice that makes even her crazy. For him to whisper all those sweet naughty things to her and not to his wife.

“Come, come for me, my wife,” whispered in that seducing voice while it’s owner continues to hold his shaking wife and lick her neck.

“I love youuu..!!!” screams the wife finally reaching the point.
“You’re mine, forever mine,” whispers the man before stopping for a second and then letting such a moan out that Hermione almost comes undone.


With a second, Hermione finds herself lying in bed in her new room. Still disoriented and horny, Hermione looks to her right were she sees Tom Riddle sitting on her bedside, looking at her. She has never seen such a look from Tom. It was unnerving, the way he is eating her with his eyes.

If only Hermione was in better condition, she would have undoubtedly noticed that Tom was as disoriented as she was.

But since her brain is on vacation, the only thing she notices is that there is an extremely handsome young man sitting near her. Tom is looking at Hermione still not understanding what the hell was going on. Surprise after surprise. But even this is beyond imagination.

His mind is trying to comprehend what is happening and then it's a blown to hell, when Tom feels a young curvy body press into him. His gaze focuses to see the reason for his headache, leaning onto him with such a lustful sexy glint in her eyes, that the Dark Lord decides to think later.
Hermione is staring at Tom, leaning heavily into him with only one though in her head ‘I want him.’ The next second Hermione feels her lips being captured in the most wonderfully passionate and will-consuming kiss she has ever known.


Tom’s lips are soft and demanding. His sneaky tongue is exploring her mouth. His hands are strong and feel wonderful pressing her on to his lean body even harder. ‘This is heaven,’ thinks Hermione letting her hands bury themselves in Tom’s black shiny hair. After what seems an eternity, they brake apart for some air.

‘His eyes are blue. Why did I used to think that they were cold like ice? They are like two perfect diamonds. They're a kaleidoscope of everything that he is, was ,and ever will be.’ thinks Hermione whilst looking into the Dark Lord’s eyes.

‘ Who are you?’ Thinks Tom while resuming their previous activity. Never let it be said that the Dark Lord can't multi-task wonderfully.

The second kiss is even more demanding and powerful than the last. So powerful the result is leaving Hermione breathless. To her it felt like she was on fire when Tom’s lips started kissing and licking her neck. “Oh my God,” she moans aroused beyond imagination.
Hermione starts whimpering when Tom, having finally removed her clothes turns his attention to her breasts. ‘So this is what she felt. Oh, God!’

When Tom’s one hand reaches her core, Hermione thinks she might explode.
“Ahhh!Don’t stop!” she cries when Tom’s fingers start playing with her clit.

A rich and for some unknown reason familiar laughter reaches Hermione’s ears.

‘This is just pure bliss. I can’t believe Tom is doing it. Tom…Wait, Tom…Tom Marvolo Riddle, VOLDEMORT is doing that!!! I am about to have sex with the Dark Lord!’ She mentally screams trying to find strength to push him away. She does not want to. She has to admit to herself that it is the Dark Lord himself in bed with her. Not some innocent fumbling boy.

“Tooom stoooop” She croaks only to be interrupted by what seems to be an explosion inside of her.
“Oh my Gods! Oh my Gods!” cries Hermione while floating on the waves of her strongest orgasm ever. She is seeing stars. There is definitely no better place than this.

After what seems like an eternity, Hermione returns back to earth. Slowly blinking, she sees Tom who is now sitting on the side of her bed fully clothed. Her mind is too foggy now and too slow.

However, she does notice that Tom’s gaze is very much different from what she has seen some time before. His gaze is hard and calculating.
‘His eyes are like diamonds-so different every time I look into them,’ thinks Hermione not quite understanding why he stopped.

‘It’s not like because he has a soul. It’s already ripped in peaces and hidden in Horcruxes.’ Now Hermione is sitting on the bed looking at Tom.

She does not like what she sees. His eyes have become even colder than before. His whole demeanor screams of power and she definitely does not like that dark gaze- it promises murder.

‘What did I do?’ starts panicking Hermione.

“Em…Tom?” she tries.

“Your schedule is on your table, Escada. I will see you in the morning.” Emotionless, cold voice makes Hermione shiver.

After Tom steps out the door and has slammed it shut, Hermione tries to stop her heart from jumping out from her chest.
“What happened?” asks Hermione out loud. No answered. She was left all alone in her new room.


After leaving her room, Tom quickly starts walking towards the second floor. He needs to think so no one is to disturb him. Reaching the second floor, he steps towards Girl’s abandoned bathroom. Stopping before the sink with a snake in-graved on it. Tom takes at look at himself in the mirror.


He really does need to think. Today’s surprises started to form a very interesting and mysterious, to becoming a riddle leading towards another riddle. He smirked at that.

Yes, he has to solve a riddle to be able to start another riddle that will surely lead towards another. A riddle about few interconnected things, that he was sure of.

‘Riddle me this, riddle me that ,my lovely Miss Escada...” mused Tom. ‘But you will NOT riddle about My Horcruxes.
But I will riddle about YOUR knowledge of my new name, my dear horny watcher.’ Dangerously smiled the Dark Lord moving back towards the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.

‘ The one thing you will definitely tell me about, Escada, is where the hell have you seen that ring before.’ Thought Tom pulling a shiny ring from his pocket.
‘Legilimency is such a wonderful thing, especially if you are a Master in it’.
Smirking, Tom hissed the password.

“Open”.