Time Changes All Things: Now Complete

This chapter was a fun one to write...but hard at the same time! Thank you Nicole for the feedback and beta work. Thank you curseweaver for all of your feedback you gave me with this chapter. I appreciate all of you that are following this story and reviewing! There is a lot more to come, but enjoy chapter 9!

Chapter 9:The Note

Bright and early Sunday morning Hermione was woken up by a loud popping sound. Opening her eyes slowly she looked up to see two bulbous eyes staring at her. Screaming, Hermione sat up in her bed and pulled the covers up tight around her. Lucretia who had been sound asleep in the next bed, also woke up at the sound.

“Miss MacMillan, I’s a note for you,” said the tiny house elf handing the cream colored note to Hermione. The elf disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

“Who is it from, Hermione?” questioned Lucretia.

”I don’t know, the house elf didn’t say,” Looking down at the envelope Hermione opened it and took out the note. Lucretia watched Hermione’s face as she read the note. Hermione’s face went beet red and her eyes lit up with fire.
“Who would send something like this?” she said as she threw the letter on the floor.

Lucretia reached down to retrieve the note to read it out loud, “Hermione, I know what happened on Friday night. You need to watch your step. I am watching. You are not as powerful as you think. I know your weaknesses.”

Hermione sputtered, “Who do you think wrote this note?”

Lucretia shrugged her shoulders, “I just think it’s someone trying to play on your nerves.” She crumpled up the note and threw it back on the ground.

Picking up the squashed note, Hermione angrily said,” I should probably let Tom read this. He will be able to figure out if this is a real threat or just someone playing games.” She stood up and stormed away to shower and dress for the day.





Tom and his Inner Circle of men were already eating breakfast in the Great Hall when Hermione and Lucretia arrived. Tom knew something was wrong with Hermione when he looked at her. She was wearing a black, straight dull dress with her hair scraped back in a tight ponytail and had a distressed look on her face. The problem was Lucretia was wearing the same distressed look on her face.

Tom elbowed Abraxas roughly who was shoveling waffles in his mouth
He gave Tom a dirty look, and with waffles and syrup running down his chin, he grumbled, “What did you do that for?”

Tom in a very low voice said, “Look at the girls, mate, something is not right.”

Abraxas, now noticing the flustered looks of the girls, said, “Calm down,” he cautioned feeling Tom’s rage growing, “let’s wait until we hear from them to see what is wrong.”

Sitting down slowly, Hermione glanced over at Tom and their eyes met. The worried look Hermione gave Tom, instead of her normal smile, only added to his agitated manner. With a heavy breath, Hermione took out a crinkled piece of paper and handed it to Tom.

“What’s this, Hermione?” Tom asked through gritted teeth.

“Read it,” Hermione said so softly he could hardly hear her. The inner circle watched as Tom read the note and noticing him becoming more livid.

“Who gave this to you, Hermione?”

“I don’t know Tom,” Hermione said quietly, “A house elf delivered it to me.”

Tom once again crinkled the poor note in his hand, “Incendio,” he cast his wand at the vile note.

Quickly Radbourne cast, “Aguamenti” and doused the flames. “Tom, don’t draw attention to yourself,” advised Alphard nodding towards the head table. Headmaster Dippet was craning his neck to see what was going on at the Slytherin table.

Tom leaning down to the center of the table instructed, “Meeting now with the inner circle; you know where.” Tom left, grabbing Hermione’s hand on the way out and dragging her through the door and down the hall.





“Slow down, Tom, that hurts.” Hermione said rubbing her wrist. “I am not a rag doll for you to drag around on a whim.”

Tom stopped and turned on Hermione, “I am really outraged about this!” He shouted loudly.

“Don’t you think I am upset about this too?” Hermione yelled back. “This note is threatening me, not you,” she said growing just as infuriated as Tom was.

“They are threatening me also if they threaten you,” said Tom shaking his fists in a rage.

“What am I supposed to do Tom? What?” Hermione exasperated turned and started running down the hall leaving a very frustrated Tom to figure out how to deal with a despondent Hermione.




The water felt so warm and comforting; like a woolen blanket on a cold night. As she laid her head back in the water she let the water completely cover her face. It felt good not breathing for awhile. It helped dull the fear and pain overtaking her soul. Coming up for air with a gasp, she felt the long lean body of Tom wrench Hermione to him.

You bloody fool!” Tom spurted out in a strangled voice. “I have been looking everywhere for you.” His arms went fully around her and he kissed the top of her wet head. “When you didn’t show up for the Knights meeting…I…you worried all of us unnecessarily,” Tom said trying not to show how concerned he was.

“I didn’t feel like going and discussing something that there are no answers for,” Hermione looked at Tom.

“How do you know we found no answers?” inquired Tom, “Every problem has a solution; especially if it concerns you.” Hermione stared down at the water and felt her chin being lifted up.

“Anyhow, my Moja Kochana, you said you wanted to be there when things were decided concerning you,” Tom smirked at her.

“That is not fair, Tom, and you know it,” she glared at him. “Did you lose your clothes on the way to the prefect’s bathroom, my Lord?” Hermione asked sassily.

“Well aren’t you the little hypocrite, my nymph?” Tom answered back. “You should know better that there are no spells that would keep me from where I want to go and where I belong. How did you get in here?”

Winking at Tom she put a finger to her lips, "Shhhh" and she avoided answering the question, “Please tell me you warded and locked the door?” asked Hermione

“Of course, “Tom purred back, “I didn’t want to be disturbed when I am with my Lady,” Tom bent down kissing Hermione slowly and thoroughly.

As two pairs of hands explored backs, chests and stomachs, Hermione teased, “So you aren’t here for a quick swim on this lazy Sunday evening?”

Tom bending down kissed her full breasts worshipping the round globes, “It hadn’t even crossed my mind,” and he lifted her legs to wrap around his waist.

“We aren’t in the library so I thought we could continue what I started there the other day with a little bit of this,” and he thrust against Hermione’s center.

With light laughter tinkling the air Hermione said, “Yes, a little bit of that might make me feel much better,” and she reached down and nipped at Tom’s shoulder.

Looking up at Tom his eyes met hers and she felt entirely safe. When had the whole world been turned upside down on its axis; she would never know. The person she should be the most frightened of was providing a sanctuary for her in her time of need.

Closing the gap, so there was no space left in between; Hermione lifted up and slid on Tom’s hardened shaft. Shifting up and down, with closed eyes, she made good use of the lubrication the water provided. Tom teased the tips of her breasts with his tongue and Hermione felt that she was losing any sense of control. Hermione twisted and writhed as she felt Tom move inside of her. Slowly, she felt the building up of that wonderful pressure that would soon ripple in her release. As they joined together in such sweet union, the outside world ceased to exist; no threatening note, no Knights and no assignments to complete. At this moment, it was all about two lovers stoking the fires of desire inside of each other.

Tom locked eyes with Hermione, “I love to look into your eyes when you come.”

Their bodies continued moving together in a wonderful rhythm. Hermione’s release soon came as it vibrated through her whole body. Hermione cried out, “Oh Gods, I love this…oh I love…oh” and she settled back as waves of fire rushed throughout her body.

Tom gripping Hermione’s body tightly, felt himself burst as he spilled his seed deep inside of her.
As he came down from his high he covered Hermione’s eyes, nose and cheeks with light kisses. “I am going to do everything within my power, which is great, to keep you safe,” and he ran his tongue over her lips.

Reaching up to touch his face she nodded her head, “I know, Tom, I know,” and she laid her head on Tom’s shoulder as he held her tightly in his arms.





It was late as they crept down the hallway and back to the Slytherin common room. All that was moving were the flames from a low burning fire.

“I’m surprised no one is still up?” Hermione looked around the common room.

Giving a low laugh Tom said quietly, “It is almost 3:00 a.m., love. You need to hurry off to bed.” He playfully pushed her down the hall.

Standing at her bedroom door Hermione challenged Tom, “I think I will be defeating you tomorrow,” she teased, “I thought that it would be fair to warn you.”

With a smirk and a cock of the head Tom replied, “If I didn’t know better I would think you were drunk or delusional.”

With an irritated glare Hermione didn’t answer back.

“You may be my woman, “Tom smugly stated,” but there is no way in hell that you will ever win this duel,” Tom said coolly.

Poking a finger roughly in Tom’s chest she murmured,” You are a pompous ass, Tom Riddle!” Hermione turned and walked into her room, slamming the door in a disgruntled Tom’s face.






The DADA classroom was full of bodies, some whispering, but not all that really belonged there. The whole school knew that the big duel between the Head Boy and his girlfriend would be taking place today. If possible, the Great Hall would have been a more fitting place for the duel in order to accommodate all that wanted to witness the duel.

Tom, nonchalantly, was sitting by his mates waiting for Hermione to come to class.

“Where is she, Tom?” asked Alphard. “Do you scare her that much that she ran off to hide?”

Tom shaking his head calmly answered, “She’s not scared. She will be here.”

Professor Merrythought walked over and asked Tom, “Do you know where Miss MacMillan is?”

Tom shaking his head, once again commented, “She will be here, Professor; especially because she thinks that she will win,’ and sneering he added, “But we all know she won’t.”

Wide eyed Professor Merrythought was startled at Tom’s answer and his attitude. While all of Tom’s inner circle just laughed and beamed at their leader’s confidence.

Professor Dumbledore, coming to view the match, walked by, “Overconfidence can sometimes bring about the downfall of the greatest competitor.” Tom growled under his breath wanting to hex the great Dumbledore.

The classroom door suddenly opened with a bang and in walked Hermione followed by Lucretia, Amanda and Clarice. With her long hair in wavy curls, Hermione was wearing the dark, green robes she had adorned the night of her initiation. Seeing the look on her face, they all knew that Hermione was here for a fight. Those who had assumed she was too scared to show up knew right then it was a fallacy.

Turning to Professor Merrythought Hermione announced, “Let’s get started.”

She went to the front of the room standing with a staunch look on her face. Tom wasn’t sure whether to be amused or irritated at Hermione’s behavior. She was actually acting like she could win this duel. Well it was time for the callous Tom Riddle to show up today and prove for once and for all who was the best dueler; in fact, the most powerful wizard here at Hogwarts. Taking his place he smirked over at Hermione who only glared back. To the average on looker, one would never know that the two fierce competitors were also lovers.

Hermione raised her eyebrow and reached up and started unbuttoning the green robes. At that instance Tom knew Hermione was here to play dirty. As the robe fell away from Hermione, Tom’s breath left him. Hermione stood there in the most risqué outfit anyone in 1944 wizarding world had ever seen. Hermione was wearing a tiny leather mini skirt in basic black. The high waist and the darts made it fit like a second skin, accentuating every curve. On top she wore a leather bustier with a breakaway halter, held together in front with hook and eyes. On her legs she wore Lycra back seam fishnet hose with silicone lace at the top. On her feet she wore 5” open front ankle boots with lace up ties. Only Lucretia knew she had charmed then so she would be able to move in them as easily as Tom would in his shoes.

Hermione looked around the room at all of the gaping mouths staring at her. She knew she was taking a risk dressing so provocatively, but she wanted to start with the upper hand in this match with Tom or she knew she would never stand a chance. Gazing back at Tom she knew that her plan was working. Not only did his face reveal what he thought about Hermione’s get-up, but their close connection gave away the intense desire Tom felt for Hermione at that moment.

“Oh bollocks, Hermione!” Tom grunted out, “What kind of a game are you playing at today?”

Hermione just grinned back at Tom,” It’s time to duel, love; nothing more, nothing less.”

Tom just snorted and shook his head, “You will see how wrong you are about everything.”

Hermione looked at Tom and motioned him over with her pointer finger, “I have two words for you Tom, piss off!” pushing Tom away, she stepped back.

Tom wanting to grab her and turn her over his knee for a good paddling, just walked back to his spot.

“This will be a fair duel, you two,” Professor Merrythought said firmly, no high jinks, do you hear me?”

Both Hermione and Tom nodded in the affirmative at their Professor.

As soon as Professor Merrythought sat down Hermione was heard shouting out, “Everte Statum.” Tom immediately yelled out, “Protego.”

Tom aimed his wand, “Stupefy.” and Hermione leapt aside to avoid Tom’s spell.

Hermione then sent out, “Petrificus Totalus.” and the spell zipped by him. Hermione angry that nothing was connecting to stop Tom tried to summon all of her magic for this one task in order to defeat him.

At the same time, Tom was getting frustrated that so far he hadn’t even stunned Hermione. It was time to teach Hermione a lesson or two. “Flipendo.” Tom called out and Hermione was knocked backwards off her feet into the wall. As Hermione’s head connected with the wall, her anger started bubbling up inside of her. Quickly jumping to her feet she shot off a stream of light yelling ,”Impedimenta” and hit Tom square in the chest.

Abraxas jumped out of his seat seeing that Tom was in trouble. As he started to raise his wand Lucretia swatted Abraxas’ arm, “Not fair, you git,” she said hotly, “it’s their fight, not yours.”

Abraxas glared back at Lucretia, “Oh sodding hell, women,” he spat back, “Hermione can’t win this duel. It will make the Dark Lord look weak.”

Lucretia looked back at him, “if he is as powerful as we all think, then let this play itself out,” she ended slugging Abraxas in the arm. “Ow!” Abraxas said sending a murderous glare in Lucretia’s direction.

Dumbledore observing the match from the back of the classroom, smiled as he watched. He knew enough about Hermione’s background that he was assured this would be an entertaining duel. He also could feel the magical energy flying around the room coming from the two duelers. He would be delighted to see Hermione conquer Tom today.

Tom summoning the dark magic that resided in him uttered “Finite Incantatum,” and threw off Hermione’s spell. Sneering at the beautiful woman in front of him, he knew what his next move would be, “Diffindo” and he hurled the cutting spell towards Hermione.

Hermione had felt the dark magic rising from Tom’s inner core. She knew something major was coming from him and had seen Tom raising his wand and heard him whisper, “Diffindo”. Hermione trying to avoid the spell jumped sideways onto a nearby desk. Not moving as quickly as she had wanted to, the slicing hex had cut into her calf muscle. Gasps of shock went up throughout the room as the blood ran down Hermione’s leg and onto her boot.

Professor Merrythought stood up and started walking to the front of the room.

He was stopped by a hand on his arm, “Don’t interrupt them,” Dumbledore whispered to him.

“But this is going farther than what school rules dictate,” Professor Merrythought said.

Headmaster Dippet eavesdropping butted in,” This is the best duel Hogwarts has seen in a century,” he said excitedly, “This match is continuing.”

Hermione meanwhile was trying to remember the spell Tom had used to heal her wrists during the initiation. As it came to her she whispered, “Curatio Intus” and her wound healed instantly.

Sitting at the desk Hermione was standing on, Alphard looked up at Hermione, and consequently also up her mini skirt. “Damn, Hermione, where are your knickers?” Alphard shouted out. Hermione mortified and outraged looked down and sent a stinging hex Alphard’s way connecting with his arse Tom laughed as he saw Alphard at the receiving end of Hermione’s hex.
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umping off the desk, Hermione landed and sent a stunning spell in Tom’s direction. Still laughing at Alphard as he rubbed his arse, he missed Hermione’s quick action and flipped to the side and rolled on the floor, narrowly avoiding Hermione’s spell. As he rolled, Tom’s wand fell out of his hand. Hermione seeing the misplaced wand took advantage of Tom’s predicament, “Lacarnum Inflamarae” and she set Tom’s robe on fire.

“Accio wand” and Tom’s wand flew back into his hand. “Aguamneti”, Tom cast quickly to douse the flames burning his robes.

“Bloody hell, Hermione!” Tom shouted out, “Are you trying to kill me?” Looking at Hermione while asking that question he felt she could easily answer that question with a “Yes”. She was fed up with Tom and his over confidence and his sneaky spells.

Both Tom and Hermione wanted to end this duel and simultaneously they cast their spells. As Hermione was uttering the Confundo charm, Tom with a two second lead yelled out, “Incarcerous.” The thick ropes shot out of thin air to wrap around Hermione pinning her arms to her side.

As Hermione’s wand clattered to the floor, the duel was over. But to add insult to injury, Tom strutted over to Hermione and grabbed her face, leaned down and kissed her.

Tom abruptly stepped back and yelled, “Bugger, Hermione.” Everyone could see Tom’s bleeding lip where Hermione had just bitten him.

Hermione was incensed and with her intensified anger, powerfully released the ropes that bound her. The ropes went flying and hit several students in the room.

As everyone silently watched Tom and Hermione, intently looking at one another, they could feel the strain between the two.

Finally Hermione quietly whispered to Tom, “I can understand you wanting to win this duel, Tom,” she took a shuddering breath, “But did you also have to humiliate me?” Tom looking somber, just stared back at Hermione looking deep into her eyes as they misted over.

Hermione lifted her right hand up towards Tom, “I guess this really doesn’t mean as much to you as it does to me,” Hermione turned, picked up her robes and walked out of the classroom. Tom stood there silently looking down at his Eternal Flames tattoo.


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Curatio Intus=healing within

There are hard times ahead for Hermione and Tom in chapter 10.