any ship, you say? what about time travel harry potter/albus dumbledore? any prompt or setting you like.
Hopefully you aren't just trolling.
~Kyoki
He didn't know how it had come to this, how any of this had happened.
One minute he was in his own time, minding his own damned business and the next he was a hundred years in the past, staring at the young version of his mentor, his only father figure.
It had been the drink, firewhiskey, that had done him in, that he was certain of. It wasn't attraction that had led Harry into Albus Dumbledore's bed, though Harry had to admit the future teacher was very handsome, and very charming.
No, Harry blamed the firewhiskey, why else would he have succumbed to the carnal desire that flowed through his veins.
Hi! I hope you donât mind? Can you make a Tomione in a ASOIAF or House of the Dragons universe, where Tom is a Blackwood heir and Hermione is a black haired Targaryen? The daughter of Maekar Targaryen and his wife? It would be interesting if in this universe, Hermione had a higher position.
Hi! can you make tomione where they are already married with children but tom is hiding his wrong doings from Hermione?
Sure lovlie!
~Kyoki
"Remember the consequences if you make a sound" Tom said to the blonde man before him, his wand pointed at him. "So much as a sound and I'll go after your family next"
Abraxas's nodded, his teeth clenched, ready for the spell that was going to hit him full force.
"Curcio"
Abraxas fell to the ground with a thud, his mouth opened to scream but nothing came out. He wasn't sure how long the spell lasted, but it felt like forever, his very blood turning to razors in his veins as the curse overtook his body.
In the end it was a gentle knock on the door that stopped the pain, the jiggle of a doorknob.
"Daddy?" a little girls voice came through the other side of the door "Mommy said dinners ready"
Abraxas tried to get up as Tom crossed to the door, giving the other man a chance to get up on his feet before he opened the door, looking at the little girl with dark curls and blue eyes.
"Persephone, you know better than to interrupt Daddy" Tom scolded softly, picking up the five-year-old in his arms.
The little girl looked back at Abraxas who was trying to hide his shaking from the curse.
The little girl watched him curiously but didn't say anything, turning her attention back to her daddy, giving him a kiss on the cheek "Sorry Daddy" she apologized "Mommy said to come get you"
"Well then I'll have to punish mommy then, isn't that right?" Tom asked only to get Persephone to giggle.
Abraxas shuddered at the image before him, of the man with a fmaily who knew nothing of the dark lord he was. He couldn't grasp it how Hermione didn't notice. Then again, she was busy with two children plus her work at the ministry.
Tom cast a look over at his shoulder at Abraxas, waiting for him to catch up. The blonde man took careful steps behind his master and his daughter, as they both headed down to the kitchen from the study.
"There you are" Hermione said, giving Tom a smile as they cam e into the kitchen "Dinner is ready. Abraxas, will you be joining us?"
Abraxas shook his head, even though the pain still sliced through him from the small gesture "No, I'm afraid I'm not feeling myself and will be going home" he said, again trying to hide the slight shaking of his hands.
Hermione seemed to notice the shaking, looking at him assessing "are you sick?" she asked "I have a potion that will help cure the flu"
Abraxas shook his head "I'll take one when I get home, don't trouble yourself"
"It would be no trouble" she started towards the pantry only for the baby to start screaming for his mother.
Tom chuckled softly as he watched his wife go grab their infant son, cradling him in her arms.
"It wouldn't do to get the baby sick Abraxas" Tom said "We can finish our discussion tomorrow, I'll come to your home" he said
Abraxas nodded, dread filling him, even as he headed for the door.
Merlin only knew if his family would survive the wrath of Tom Riddle, of Lord Voldemort.
Hey lovelies, merry Christmas. What better way to celebrate then a little Tomione horror. enjoy
~Kyoki
In the beginning there was only darkness. It was all consuming, the silence deafening. And then there was light, just as it was written in the bible. However, it was not a forgiving light, for with the light, came awareness. Awareness of the state of the world, that a planet that was once full of life, full of beauty, had wasted away to nothing. The wind was harsh as the sky turned black over the barren landscape, thunderous clouds rolling in, filling the air with danger. A feral scream filled the once silent air, chilling anyone who could hear it to the bone. It was the telltale sign that a predator was hunting.
Terror filled the body of a young woman, who had been hiding nearby. She knew that sound, knew that it was too close. She was being hunted. She barely had a second to rise from the position she was in, having been previously filling her water bottle in a nearby stream, when the creature crept out of the woods. No one knew what the creatures were, where they came from, they only knew that they were there, they were dangerous, that they despised life, desired to consume it. A growl escaped the creature, sharp teeth flashing threateningly. Hermione stared at the creature, knowing she needed to run, but her body was frozen, she was unable to move, too terrified of the predator before her.
 This was not the first time that she had encountered these things, though she never got used to it. The first time had been completely terrifying, to one day be walking in the street, on her way to her college classes, minding her own business, then suddenly hearing screams of terror. She was a medical student, so she assumed that it was an accident, that people needed her help, so she had run to do exactly that. Nothing could have prepared her for the scene she stumbled upon.
She had seen many emergencies in her time, she had never been squeamish, but to witness the gore that she had that night.. Well it haunted her every waking moment. She had stumbled upon the scene, shocked by the sheer amounts of blood, of people running away in terror. Why weren't they helping the victim?! She had shouted at someone to call 911 but No one listened to her. Another scream, this one filled with pain had filled the air and Hermione whipped towards the sound only to be confronted with a creature from her very nightmares. Crouching over a little girl who was being eaten alive was the most terrifying creature she had every seen. It was tall, at least seven feet, long and lanky. It looked as if it might have been human , but it was not anymore.
The creature knelt next to the child, long limbs bent so that it was could feast upon the prey. Another scream erupted, and this one got the creatures attention. It whipped towards her, blood drizzling from a mouth that took too much of its face up, a piece of flesh hanging from too sharp teeth. Hermione was shocked as it started to stalk towards her, its eyes glimmering with hunger, but what shocked Hermione into not moving was how human its eyes looked, how intelligent. The monster crouched down, obviously about to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. Luckily it had never gotten the chance. Hermione watched as a silver BMW crashed into the creature, sending it flying. The driver rolled down the window, screaming at her to get inside. She hadn't hesitated, stranger danger be damned. Shed take her chances with the driver verses the horror show that was scrambling up, its long talon like fingers making gouges in the concrete. She had been saved that day.
Unfortunately for her, there was no car to save her, no dark haired passenger asking if she was alright. She was alone. What was worse was the fact that she knew this was the same creature, its eyes glinting with familiarity. Hermione took a step back, water licking at her ankle. The stream wasn't forceful enough to help her escape. She wished Tom was here, the man that had saved her all those months ago, her friend, traveling partner, but tom was missing, had gone for supplies, had been gone for days. She had been staying here, waiting, hoping he would come back. It hadn't been a wise move, she knew that she should have kept moving, it was how she survived, for this creature had been stalking her since that first time. It was the only way they had managed to stay alive. Now, now she was going to die.
The creature seemed to concur with her thoughts, as it flashed her a feral grin, teeth stained red with whatever creature it had made its meal. Hermione closed her eyes, knowing there was no use in running, and waited for her death. Popping sound filled her ears followed by the creature screaming in what could only be interpreted as pain, causing the bushy haired girl to open her eyes. She wasn't expecting the sight before her, a harpoon sticking out of the creatures chest, where its heart should be. Her eyes drifted down the harpoon, its end attached to a rope in which her savior was tying to a large tree, even as the creature dug frantically at its chest, trying to dig out the iron rod. She was mesmerized by the sight of its forest green blood dripping down gray skin. So much so she could barely hear the screaming. At least until warm hands grasped her shoulder, shaking her as brown eyes bore into her own.
âHermione, snap out of it. We have to go. Now.â
âTom?â she was shocked to see he was alive, having assumed he was dead. She nodded as he dragged her past the creature who tried to lunge at them, though was held by the rope, for now. They ran, as fast as they could, making into a car nearby before they heard a loud snapping sound followed by the sound of a tree falling. A feral cry filled the air, the telltale sound of the creature running filling their ears.
âââââââ
In the end it was the blaring of her alarm that awoke her, the sound of that annoying rooster crowing in her ear that saved her from being eaten alive that night. Still, the nightmare jarred her, causing Hermione to glance around the room, her honey brown eyes searching the room frantically for the sign of the creature she had seen, for tom. She found nothing.
âIt was a dreamâ she whispered to herself â that's all Hermione, just a nightmare.â
It was true, it was a nightmare, and it had gone on for months. It made it hard to sleep, to concentrate. Who wanted to be locked in the nightmares that she was constantly in. A world where she had to fight every day to survive, had to run from a creature that wanted to rip apart her flesh. Her only condolence was Tom. Yes, he was a figment of her imagination, a projection to help her feel safe. She knew that, knew it was sad that she craved the companionship of Tom enough that she traveled to the dream scape every night. The dream was never the same, sometimes she was alone like this last dream, sometimes she had stolen moments alone with Tom. She enjoined those calmer dreams, it kept her coming back, kept her wanting more.
It were those moments, the moments where she had stolen kisses, gentle caresses, that she wished that Tom was a real human being, not a figment of her imagination, a coping mechanism to survive those horrible dreams. Alas, Tom Riddle did not exist. With a heavy heart Hermione got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to get ready for her day.
It was hard to concentrate, it had been all day, her dream kept tormenting her, she and Tom had been in such danger, and she had left him, woke up and abandoned him. She knew it was silly, Tom wasn't real, she would end up dreaming of him again, and he would be fine, safe. She KNEW that, but it didn't stop the fear in her, the desperation that made her want to go back. It was not logical for her to feel such a need to go home, to return to the nightmare land, to reassure herself that Tom was indeed safe and sound, but she did anyways, unable to resist.
It wasn't like her, to skip classes, to feign illness and go home so she could take a nap, all so that she could see a man that wasn't even real. It was pathetic, and if her best friends found out, she was certain what they would say. Harry and Ron would suggest she go to the doctor, while Ron and Harryâs girlfriends,Lavender and Ginny, would suggest they had a girls night to ârelieve stressâ.
Hermione fell ungracefully into her bed, face first, letting the comfort of her soft mattress envelop her, willing it to swallow her as she closed her eyes, wanting to return to Tom.
âHermioneâŠâ
His voice was a soft whisper, sweet, seductive. Hermione rolled over, on her side, looking for the man whose voice whispered her name, but her bed was empty. She groaned and closed her eyes again. It seemed her imagination was running wild today.
âHermione, Dove, wake up.â
His voice sounded closer this time, she rolled back over, sitting up, looking around. Was she in a dream? She heard his voice, heard him as if he was right beside her, but he was nowhere to be seen. No, she had to be awake still. Her dreams were never like this, never so vivid. She pinched her arm, though she was not sure why she did so. Even when she was sleeping she felt pain. Pinching herself wouldn't help her decide if she was asleep or awake. She slowly sat up, convinced she was awake. More then likely the voice that she heard was a leak from her dreams. She had more then likely been close to dozing off and Tomâs voice had found her in the space between the world of dreams and reality. Either way, the sound of his voice had jarred her to her very bones, it had felt so real, so close, it filled her very soul with a longing she couldest understand. She knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep now.
Hermione buried her face in her hands, frustrated but also slightly embarrassed and mortified. She, Hermione Jean Granger, had skipped class to go home and take a nap in order to dream about a man who didn't even exist. It was redicous, idiotic, everything she was not.
âGet it together Hermione. Seriously, Tom isn't real.â She muttered before climbing out of bed. She knew that she couldn't sleep now, a nervous energy she couldn't explain was coursing through her body, making her feel as if she had consumed several energy drinks. No, there would be no sleeping anytime soon, so the least she could do was study for the class she had skipped. She got to work, gathering her bag and notes for her study session, packing enough snacks and drinks to tide her over until dinner.
âHermioneâ
 She had headed for the door, reaching for the handle and stopping just before her hand reached it. That sounded real. She couldn't make an excuse this time, she was completely awake, yet she heard Toms voice as if he was right behind her. Slowly she turned around, almost expecting to see him behind her, his handsome smile in place, but she only found emptiness.
âTom?â she felt stupid for saying his name out loud, as if an imaginary person could answer her, but it was instinct, an urge she couldn't fight against. To her surprise she received an answer. It was her name again, but this time she could pinpoint where it was coming from. Slowly she set her bag at the door, walking cautiously towards her floor length mirror. She looked into the reflective glass. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but her own reflection wasn't it. It blinked at her, looking just as concerned and disappointed as she felt on the inside. Was she cracking? She SWORE she had heard Tomâs voice coming from the mirror, swore even now that she could feel his presence. With a heavy sigh she closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. Perhaps the pressure of school was getting to her, perhaps she needed a break, or more then likely, a therapist.
âDonât look so solemn Dove. Iâm right hereâ
She dropped her hand from her face, looking up her eyes connecting with those in the mirror. She stared in complete shock at Tom Riddle.Her reflection was nowhere to be seen, instead, it was him, the man who haunted her dreams, the man who she had fallen for.
âTom? How?â she asked watching as his mouth tilted in an amused smile â You aren't real, you are just a dreamâ
âDreams are gateways to our deepest desires Dove. We can make dreams come true.â He placed his hand on the side of the mirror âI have always been real, reaching out to you in the only way I could, through your dreams. I grow tired of only being in your dreams, of not being able to hold you as I yearn to, to be able to protect you like I desire, and it seems you feel the same, other wise You wouldn't have been able to hear me this time.â
âHow?â she wasn't sure what she was asking, not quite positive if she even wanted to know.
Tom seemed to know what she was asking, even if she didn't, his eyes glancing down at the delicate silver frame work of the mirror. She followed his gaze, shocked to see what looked like a door handle. She didn't need his instruction, she felt the urge fill her, idnt eve realize her hand had reached out for the silver latch until she pushed it down and pushed the frame ever so slightly. She expected for the mirror to fall, for the glass to shatter and for that to be that, to never see the man from her dreams. Instead the looking glass seemed to disappear, Tom gone completely. And then, one long leg followed by another came through.
She couldn't believe her eyes as he materialized before her, looking as real as she did. She couldn't help it, reaching out to make contact with him, expecting to feel nothing, but contacting the firm warmth of his chest instead. Those piercing eyes stared down at her.
âYou don't know how long I have been waiting Hermione. How long I have waited for you, centuries, millina, an eternity.â He murmured to her, one long finger reaching for a strand of hair and tucking it behind her earâ You were always the one I needed. You were my salvation, my savior.â He leaned down leaning so close that she could feel his breath on her face. His words were entrancing, soothing. â I had stopped believing for awhile, that you would come. That you would free me. Until you found the mirror. I called to you that day, though I didn't think you heard me. You must have, because you took my prison with you. I watched you day after day, learning everything about you Dove, Day and night I would watch, Waiting for the day you freed me. And here it is. Iâm free, and it is all thanks to youâ He pressed a chaste kiss against her forehead, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through her body. She couldn't see his face, as it was buried in her hair, his breath against her ear. She didn't fight him, trusting him completely. She couldn't understand what was happening, her brain overwhelmed, but it didn't matter.
He chuckled against her ear, and it shook her to the bone. His breath was hot against her earâ Itâs almost unfortunate⊠The thing is Hermione, I Donât need you anymore.â He took a step back from her, watching her face as the words sank in, as she realized what he meant. His once handsome smile seemed to deform, demitting his face in darkness. She took a step back, fear pulsing through her veins.
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou were the Key Hermione. You were destined to open the door, ever since my father trapped me there. You were destined to release me upon the world. IT has always been you. Unfortunately, that was all my father intended for you to be. A key. Nothing more.â He took another step towards her, watching as she unconsciously stepped away from him, until she had cornered herself against the wall. His height the only thing keeping her from her freedom. He placed a hand on either side of her, ensuring she could not escape.
âLuckily for you, I have always envisioned things differently. Where he has seen a world of light, I have built a world of Darkness. Where you were the key to my prison, and nothing more, I found a piece of Salvation with you. So Dove, you will help me. I have shown you my world, You have embraced it. Now you will help me bring it to fruition.â He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against her lips before pulling away âThink of this as a thank youâ
She wanted to ask him what he meant, but the words were lost upon her as a searing pain erupted in her body. She fell to the floor, screaming in agony. It felt as if every bone in her body was breaking, as if her very skin was on fire. It felt like torture, and for the first time in her life she wanted to beg for death, for mercy. And just like that it was gone, the pain, the suffering. Slowly she got up, legs shaky, body hunched over Tomâs looking down at him, not sure if she could trust him. He was watching her, morbid fascination on his face. She didn't understand, what was the pain, what wa-.
All thought left her mind as she caught her reflection in the mirror, time ceasing to exist for her. For staring back at her was not the girl with frizzy hair and honey brown eyes, but instead the monster from her dreams. She let out a scream of terror, and she recognized the sound. She looked at Tom, the man she had trusted, the man who had saved her from this very monster. He didn't say a word, only smiled at her.
âHermione! Are you OK in there?â She recognized that voice, the sound of her best friend, of harry. She watched as the door opened, as Harry walked in, catching sight of the monster before him. Instincts took over as she felt a hunger she couldn't describe, as she leapt at her best friend, her sharp teeth latching onto his neck, as the metallic liquid filled her mouth.
After the incident with the glass, Tom had decided to distract himself, not wanting to let his anger and jealousy over the Slytherin couple to override his perfect mask. He had to keep up appearances, to be happy for his âfriendâ and his girlfriend, even though Tomâs very blood boiled at the thought of Abraxas touching her.
He allowed himself to be distracted by slughorn, who had poured himself and Tom a glass of Firewhiskey, telling him it would be their little secret before he recounted tales of past students, rambling about knowing so many people who could help him get into the ministry.
Tom forced himself to focus on the sound of Slughorn's droning, telling himself that he needed to pay attention. After all, Tom wanted to be on top, and Slughorn had the connections that could help him on his quest. Try as he might, however, the more he drank from his glass, the harder it was to concentrate on slughorn, to not let his eyes wander to the couple he despised.
He couldnât help but wish it was his arms wrapped around her waist, his hand on her back, against the exposed skin. It should be him that held her close to him, her fragile form pressed against his.Â
Honey eyes met his from across the room, as if she knew what he was thinking about, as if she could sense his less then pure thoughts. She smiled at him, and if he hadnât drunk so much firewhiskey, he was certain he would have taken it as just that. A smile, nothing more. The alcohol in his system told him it was so much more.Â
He watched as she moved away from Abraxas, excusing herself to the powder room.Â
This was his chance, the moment he had been waiting for. Excusing himself from Slughorn, who was utterly wasted at this point, Tom stood and headed in the direction that Hermione went.Â
He stayed a few feet back from her, not wanting her to spook, but wanting to keep her in his sights. Just as he expected she walked into the bathroom, and he followed without a second thought, wordlessly locking the door behind them.
âTom?â the startled voice of Hermione directed his eyes to her form. She stood there, looking ravishing in backless emerald dress, the fine material clinging to her form like water, flowing down her figure. âTom, what are you doing in the women's restroom?â She slowly approached him, and he let her, not moving until she was in front of him.
âI wanted to see you.â
He frowned to himself, for the words sounded slurred to his ears, and Hermioneâs face scrunched up, her eyes shining with concern.
âHow much have you had to drink?â she asked himÂ
âIt doesnât matter,â he replied , looking down at the hand she had placed on his shoulder. His fingers wrapped around her wrist âYou look beautiful tonightâ
Hermione frowned at him, being gentle but prying her arm away from him âThank you, come on, let's get you back to the dormsâ she said softly, taking his hand and tried to guide him back towards the door, only to find he wouldn't move. âTom..â
She had been expecting him to grab her, one arm wrapping around her waist as a hand wrapped into her curls. She wasnât expecting the dominating kiss that he placed on her lips, his hand tugging her head back just roughly enough that she opened her mouth in protest, giving him a chance to slid his tongue inside.
He tasted of fire whiskey and chocolate, his lips strong and sure against her own, urging her to return the affection he displayed.
Return it she did, the suddenness of the kiss overwhelming her brain, so her body reacted on instinct alone, kissing him back heatedly, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, burying themselves into his gorgeous dark locks.Â
His hand moved from her curls, down her back, his fingertips ghosting along the exposed skin, causing her to shudder, a wanton moan leaving her throat. It only encouraged his actions, for he had against the door quicker then she could blink, his hard body pressed roughly against her own.
Tom cupped her buttock, squeezing as he bit her bottom lip, loving the sounds that escaped from her throat. Adoring how her body reacted on instinct, moving against his own, begging for more.Â
He would give her more, he would not wait. He grabbed her arms, placing them over head head as they parted for breath and using a sticking charm to place them against the door. She looked at him, her brown eyes clouded with her lust.
âTomâŠâ
It should be illegal, the way his name sounded on her lips, how it made his cock twitch in response. No one should have that power over him, but this minx did, she always had.Â
âShhh Dove, Iâll take care of you, donât you worry,â he promised as his hands ran over her hips, the soft fabric against his palms âIâve been watching you all night.âÂ
He placed gentle kisses against her throat, nipping and sucking at her exposed skin, each little whimper egging him on.Â
âYouâve been parading around with him all night, letting him touch you, letting him think he could defile you. Youâve been trying to make me jealous, itâs time for that to stopâ he bit down on her neck, delighting in the soft cry that ripped from her throat, the way her body arched against his, begging for more. He smirked as he licked away the blood he had drawn from the bite, his hands bunching the skirt of her dress up, eager to see what was his.
âTom-â she moaned his name again, obviously wanting to say more, but the words were lost as he ran a finger over her bare core.
âMy, My, what a filthy little slut you areâ he purred, delighted at his discovery,â Were you planning on giving your gorgeous little cunt away tonight?â he ran his fingers over her, gathering the moisture that was already leaking from her âSo wet for me already Doveâ
He didn't wait for a response, slipping a single finger into her core, watching as her eyes fluttered shut in response. She felt so good, so hot around his finger, her walls gripping onto it, trying to pull him deeper inside. He gave her what she wanted, his finger sliding inside her further, watching as she rocked against him.Â
âDo you like this Hermione?â he growled, his eyes darkening as he slid another finger inside her, watching as her face contorted in pleasure âDo you like feeling my fingers inside your tight little pussy?âÂ
Hermione nodded âyes,â she moaned âpleaseâ
âPease what?â Tom coaxed, his thumb rubbing against her clit, watching as her body jerked from the unexpected stimulation âDid you want me to stop?â he asked stilling his movements.
Her honey eyes popped open the second he stopped, her eyes pleading âNo, donât stop, pleaseâ she whimpered âPlease fuck me.â
He had wanted to hear those words for so long, had imagined how sweet they would sound as they fell from her lips. He was about to answer her when a knock sounded on the door, causing them both to freeze.
âHermione, are you alright?â
Tom cursed silently to himself. Abraxas.
The sound of her boyfriends voice made Hermione feel as if she had been drenched in ice water. She froe, well aware that she was pinned against the door, another manâs fingers inside of her. Tom was watching her, his dark eyes unreadable.Â
âYes, Iâm fine. Iâll be out in a minuteâ she called back âIâm just not feeling myselfâ
âAlright, Iâll wait down the hall for youâ her boyfriend said, his voice kind âWe can go back to the common room, it's getting late anywaysâ They both held their breath as they heard the footsteps travelling down the hall, away from the door.Â
âLet me downâ Hermione whispered to the man in front of her, âIf you are caught, it will be all around school. I know you donât want thatâ she told him.
She wasn't sure if he would do as she asked, the alcohol clouding his judgement, but it seemed the treat of his image being ruined was enough. She felt her hands become freed, felt his fingers slide from her, leaving her feeling empty and wanting.
She took a shaky breath, straightening her clothes and casting a glamour on the mark he had left on her neck before she turned to unlock the door, stopping only when his hand wrapped around her arm.
âThis isnât over HermioneâÂ
She looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed in an expression he couldn't read. âIâm sorry Tom, but it is. This should have never happened, and it never will again.âÂ
She didnât wait for his response before she left the room, heading towards her boyfriend who smiled at her brightly, wrapping his arms around her waist as he escorted her back to the dorms, unaware of the dark eyes that watched them leave.
This is a small part of a bigger piece I have in my head, hope you like it. if you want more then go ahead and ask.
Hermione stated at her parents in horror at the news they were giving her. She had a twin brother who was left at the orphanage they took her from.
They had renamed her to Hermione Granger.Â
âYou said my name was what?â she asked again, blinking in surprise and disbelief. Surely it couldnât be.
âHermione Riddle dearâ Jean said taking her daughterâs hand âwe know it's a hard thing to come to terms with, but we couldnât take two children and we always wanted a little girlâ her mom said âWe love you just as much as if you were our own flesh and blood, more even.â
Hermione squeezed her mothers hand absentmindedly, her mind whirling. Riddle was a common name. Surely it was just a coincidence.Â
âWhat was my brothers name?â she asked
âTomâ Frank answered gruffly, worried about his daughters state of mind âI told you we shouldnât have told her yetâ he said to Jean.
âSheâs 18 this year, she deserves to knowâ Jean responded âHermione dear, are you alright?â she asked.Â
Hermione nodded, lost in thought âI'm ok. Thank you for telling me thisâ she said getting up âI just need some time to process this allâ she whispered.
Jean noddedâ Of course honey, if you have any more questions let us knowâ she said.
Hermione nodded and thanked her parents before she went upstairs to her room. Once inside she closed the door and sank into her desk chair, shaking slightly.
There was no way the world was this cruel to her. She looked at the picture of herself and a handsome boy, both reading in the library. She remembered her friend Abraxas had snapped the photo while they werenât looking. It was her favorite picture of her and her best friend, her boyfriend.
Her stomach churned as she looked at the picture, looking for similarities in their features.
It couldnât be true, her boyfriend couldnât be her brother. Life wouldnât be that cruel would it?
Taking out a piece of parchment and a quill she began to write a letter to the headmistress of the orphanage that her parents had adopted her from.Â
She needed to find out the truth, one way or another.
Hey Guys! Below are some Christmas prompts that were taken from @creativepromptsforwriting blog, you can find the original lists here and here.
Feel free to send me any of the prompts below with whatever pairing you would like! I look forward to writing for you all!
~Kyoki
Our families go to the same church, but weâre not that religious so I only see you on Christmas and I swore myself that this would be the year I finally talk to you.
Weâre both working at a charity event for homeless people at Christmas and despite the cold I donât really want to go home afterwards.
You got way to drunk at a Christmas Party and now Iâve got to get you home somehow.
We have different opinions on how to decorate a Christmas tree.
I got you for Secret Santa at work and now I have to think about what to get you.
We never met before but we both went to the Christmas market with mutual friends and suddenly everyoneâs gone and weâre the only ones still there.
Youâre new in town and Iâm your neighbor and we always throw a little party in our apartment for all the singles in the building, why donât you come and celebrate with us?
Itâs nice to see my whole family again but it would be even better if everyone stopped asking me if Iâm in a relationship with my friend I brought with me.
I have no idea what I should get you for Christmas, so I try to ask you, just without actually asking you.
Itâs still three weeks till Christmas but youâre already annoying me with your ugly sweaters, the bright lights and the songs youâre always humming. So please go away - but leave the cookies!
Youâre not a Christian and never celebrated the holidays, so I take you home with me to show you how I love to do Christmas.
We just wanted to make some cookies but now we are lying on the floor, panting and completely covered in flour.
We want to get a Christmas tree together but we have very different opinions on how the perfect Christmas tree looks.
Itâs Christmas Eve and the storm outside caused a complete blackout for the whole night.
I had an ask for another story (i'm assuming they meant continuation) as well as an as from @miss-denbrough
Some things were meant to change, his witch had shown him that when she saved his life. It was something he would take with him throughout the years.
He went back to his lord, to serve him faithfully, and he was rewarded for his loyalty 4 years later. When the battle was over, his lrd winning over Potter at last, he was given a choice for his reward.Â
Barty knew exactly what he wanted the moment the dark lord offered him a prize.
âGranger sir, I want Hermione Grangerâ
His lord seemed to contemplate this for a minute âWhat use would a mud blood be to you?â he asked.
âI am simply paying back a debt my lord, Granger was the one who freed me from the Dementor's kiss, who allowed me to come back to you.â
âA mudblood rescued you knowing you were a member of my army. How interestingâ Voldemort seemed to consider his words for a moment before he finally gave his agreement âVery well, you can have the girlâ he said.
âThank you, my lord,â Barty replied, bowing gratefully.
It was later that day that Barty was able to claim his prize. He found her in the dungeons of Hogwarts, pacing the classroom that they kept her and other muggleborns in. She was livid, his witch, and worried too. He could tell by the way that her brow was scrunched up that she was afraid.Â
Let her be afraid, this was her world now. A world she willingly chose. He doubted that the Hermione who rescued him was from this time, from a time when Voldemort won over harry potter. Yet by rescuing him all those years ago, she had changed the world.Â
âGrangerâ he said her name and she stopped pacing, turning towards his voice, surprise filling her face.
âCrouchâ She whispered his name, and it sent shivers down his spine. Oh, how he wanted to hear her say his full name like that, all breathy and sweet. That would have to wait for now.Â
âCome Grangerâ he said, pointing his wand at her lazily, watching her eye it with fear. âItâs time to goâ he said.
His witch straightened her shoulders, summoning her Gryffindor bravery before she took a step forward, watching his wand too carefully.
Barty chuckled âDonât even think of it darlingâ he warned â It will be even more embarrassing for you if I drag you out of here kicking and screaming. It's better not to try anything.â he advised.
Wherever idea the witch had been considering died in her eyes. He grinned at her, âCome Granger, time to face the consequences of your actionsâ
Hermione looked at him defiantly, her chin held high as she stepped forward, but Barty could see the way her fingers were twitching nervously.Â
Silently he ushered the girl forward, his wand to her back. It was exquisite to watch her from behind; to know he had the upper hand on her.
Soon enough they reached the main doors of Hogwarts, well what remained of the school anyway. The battle had caused a lot of destruction, but it would be rebuilt and the school made better. His master would see to it.
âWhere are we going?â Hermione finally asked, having gathered her courage.Â
Barty guided her past the main gates before he answered her, taking ahold of her arm âHomeâ he responded, âWeâre going home.â
Thanks to @officialsporkintheroad for brainstorming with me. I rewrote this one twice.
~Kyoki
Hermione hid in the bushes outside the forbidden forest, cloaked in the invisibility cloak that she had stolen from Harry for tonight's mission. He would never know the difference. Tonight was the night that Barty crouch jr was set to receive the dementors kiss,
No trail, no charges, just straight execution.
It didn't sit right with her, it hadn't for years. That was why after the war was over Hermione had tinkered, making her own version of a time turner, allowing her to go back years if she wanted. Thus far, she had used it for scientific study, never changing anything, but tonight was different. Tonight she was going to save the man that was supposed to be her enemy.
Of all the deaths that had occurred during the way, for some reason his stuck out to her. She told herself that it was because he had been executed with no trail, but the truth was far more sinister.
Hermione had fallen for Barty Crouch Jr in her 4th year. At first she had thought he was mad eye moody, had been startled by her attraction to such an older man, but it had been his mind that attracted her to him, the way he treated her as if she was special. It drew her t him, in ways that only as a young woman did she truly understand.
She shifted from her thoughts as she heard rustling coming from the distance, the sound of shoes snapping twigs alerting her that someone was coming.
Quietly she waited until they came into view, watching as two men dragged Barty Crouch Jr behind them with a levitation spell. Neither of the men thought to take in their surroundings, they were safe at hogwarts. nothing would happen to them there.
The were wrong.
Without saying a word she cast two paralyzing spells at the backs of the men, watching them fall face first into the ground. The levitation and binding spell on Barty wearing off as the men lost consciousness.
Barty stood up, looking around "show yourself" he commanded looking around.
Hermione did as he said, taking the invisibility cloak from her body, watching as appreciation filled his eyes as he took in the sight of her.
"Hermione" he breathed her name, as if saying it would give him more life. "But from a different time. Come to save your old mentor?" he asked.
"I'm merely repaying a debt I have to you" she replied, trying to convince herself of the lie.
Barty smiled at her, a strange knowing smile "I always knew you were special granger, I just didn't realize how much better you were" he grinned at her, opening hsi arms as if welcoming her into his embrace.
Hermione didn't move, though part of her wanted to go into his open arms. The logical part of her told her it was too dangerous. This man, though intelligent, thought of her kind as dirty. He would likely kill her without blinking.
"I've done my part, if i were you, i'd stay under the radar, let people think you are dead, it would be better that way"
She took out her time turner, turning the dials back to the future, where she belonged. Hoping that she didn't just change the outcome of the war.
âLet me out!â her screams reverberated off the walls of the small room she was being kept in. she pounded on the wooden door, trying everything to get it open, even crashing against it with her own body weight. It didnât work.
There was a window, if you wanted to call it that, more a skylight. Out of her reach.
She had been in here a week. Or at least she thinks it has been a week.
Time seems to move slowly when you have nothing to do.
Well thatâs not true. She did have something to do.
Her capture had provided her with books.
When she had first found herself in this room, she had screamed on the top of her lungs, and Tom had come.
She recognized him from the coffee shop she worked at. They barely knew eachother. She remembered backing up into the corner, her eyes wide.
He had smiled at her, told her she was safe now, that he would be taking care of her from now on. She had no more need to worry.
The way he spoke, as if she was a timid animal, a stray cat he had found on the streets put her hair on edge.
He had brought things with him she had noticed, a small bag and a big one.
There was no furniture in the room, and if Hermione had to guess this was a walk-in closet of some kind. Converted to her prison.
âTom, please let me go, I wonât tell anyoneâ she had pleaded with him, watching from her corner as he had sat down the contents of the small bag, lifting out two small books.
âIf I let you out, you will suffer again. I canât let that happen. These are for you, to keep you occupied. If you are good, no screaming, no yelling, then I will give you moreâ he told her as he unpacked the big bag. Inside was a blanket, a pillow, a jug of water and a loaf of bread.
âYouâll need to ration itâ he warned her, though he had not given her a time period of when he would come back.
That had been a week ago.
She had screamed her throat raw, cried herself to sleep each night, tried everything to escape. Her body was covered in bruises from trying to get away, from slamming into the door.
This time though, as she screamed, she was answered with the sound of footsteps.
She backed up just in time, retreating to her corner, seeing him there, his eyes appraising her.
âYou havenât been goodâ he stated flatly. He picked up her jug of water that was empty and sighed. âHow long have you been without water?â he asked for the tin was bone dry.
âa day. It gets hot in here, there is no breeze and the sun is inescapableâ she pointed up to the sunlight, at how it even now cast a bright shadow throughout the room.
Tom looked at her quietly,â come. You need to get cleaned up. Youâll get sick if you continue like this, and I can fix the room while you do thatâ he added.
She didnât trust him; afraid he was going to hurt her. So, she stayed put.
âHermioneâŠâ his voice had a dangerous edge in it, and she knew she was leaving this room willingly or not. Slowly she took a step forward, seeing it made him pleased.
Pleasing him seemed to make him happy, she made a mental note of that. Â Another step, then another, and she found herself infront of him, trembling despite herself.
Despite her grime, despite the fact that she smelt of urine and sweat Tom wrapped his arms around her, as if comforting her.
It was not lost on her that this was the first time in a week she had had human contact. She felt herself snuggle into him, even as her brain rattled off statistic to her, how long an average person could go without contact of some sort with another human. She remembered reading an experiment some girl had done, she had only lasted 6 days. This was one of his tactics, to break her, to torture her. No touch tortures.
He indulged her for a few minutes before her guided her from the room; she had been right; it was a walk-in closet; and into a lush bathroom. He pulled her inside closing the door behind them, just incase she had the notion to run, and guided her towards the waterfall shower.
She looked at him, waiting for instructions. Again, a please look. Good. Let him think he had broken her already. That she was that weak.
He told her to take off her clothes, and this time she hesitated, looking at him worriedly.
âDonât worry, I will not rape youâ he promised her. She didnât believe him, but she nodded silently undressing, blushing as she went for, she could feel his eyes on her, taking her body in. He walked to her once she was bare and ran his fingertips over her ribs âYou are wasting away.â He murmured.
She swore it sounded like regret. âIâm okâ she found herself murmuring.
He tilted her chin up, looking into her eyes âyes, you are now. Come dove, into the showerâ he said turning it on.
She did as he told her, making an undignified sound as the warm water washed over her skin, washing away the grime, the smell of urine. She heard him join her, his body naked and she stiffened immediately retreating to the far wall.
He chuckled âI promised you that I would not harm you, come here, I am going to help you washâ he told her patiently.
Slowly she went to him, afraid of what he would do, but also what he might do if she didnât come to him willingly.
He did as he promised, Not forcing her into anything, he merely washed her, taking a washcloth, foamy with a vanilla scented soap⊠was that her soap? He ran it over every inch of her, wiping away the dirt, leaving her skin clean and smelling so good. Next was her hair, He made her wet it and had her sit on the bench in the walk-in shower. He stood before her his body much too close to hers, especially certain pieces of his anatomy, for her comfort. She felt him squirt a shampoo, again, it was vanilla, and she was certain the same brand she used at home. Then he started to work it into her scalp. She couldnât help it, a soft moan at the feeling escaping her lips, and despite herself she leaned her head against his body.
She felt the rumbling of his laughter, but her body was too concentrated on his touch to care.
He guided her back under the spray where he worked the shampoo out of her curls, repeating the process with conditioner. By the time he was done the water was Lukewarm and she had started to shiver.
More chuckles. He wrapped her up in a big fluffy towel. He let her dry herself, watching her quietly.
âYouâve been very obedientâ he praised her making her look up âI donât think I will fix the room. Iâll let you stay in this room. How does that sound?â
Honestly it sounded like a slightly bigger prison, but this one had windows she could see out of. She put a bright smile on her face and was a bit ashamed it wasnât fake âReally?â she asked.
Tom chuckled âyes. For now.â He went to the counter and took something off of it. Lotion. She looked up at him as he gestured for her to get up. She did so obediently, following him into the room, taking It in for the first time. It was a nice room, with two windows, though it seemed she was high up. The windows were color to ceiling, unable to be opened.
She examined the room even as he guided her to sit on the bench infront of the bed. She obeys, keeping her towel firmly around her.
âHermione take it offâ he told her gently.
She looked up at him, almost pleadingly, âits coldâ she whispered meekly.
Tom frowned at her but let her keep it on. He knelt down and lathered his hand in lotion starting at her feet, slowly massaging them and working his way up.
She couldnât help but close her eyes, the light touch alone was more then enough for her touch starved body. She soaked it in, needing it. She did jump however when his hands went to her inner thigh. He shushed her soothingly before switching to the other leg, slowly moving his way down. Again, she relaxed. He did the same for her hands, her shoulders. And then he directed her to get on the bed.
Again, she hesitated, but started to do so, laying down on her back as he instructed.
The bed was plush and warm, she felt herself sigh. So much better than the floor she had been sleeping on. An then she felt him. He straddled her legs and she opened her eyes, sure the reflected her fear.
âI am a man of my word. Just relaxâ he instructed her as he removed the towel from her body.
She didnât protest, knowing it wouldnât work a second time, she could see that in his eyes. She remained still, watching him as he put more lotion on his hands, and slowly worked it into her skin starting at her hips and up her sides, fanning out into her abdomen. She tried hard not to closer her eyes, but the feeling was delightful, soothing, despite it being this man touching her. Her captor.
His hands travelled over her breasts, not in a sexual way, then up her chest to her neck.
âturn overâ he instructed unpinning her legs so she could do so.
He started at her shoulders this time, moving out to her arms, then down her shoulders. To her back. She felt herself sinking into the bed, into sleep.
It was the feeling of his weight off of her legs the roused her. She shot up, panicked, looking around the room, the unfamiliar surroundings. Tom paid her no intention, instead he went to a dresser pulling out a thin, cotton nightgown. If left to choose she would never wear that, but he was the one in control. She sat up on the bed, feet dangling over it as he walked to her, telling her to lift her arms. She did as he said, letting him pull it over her head, letting the fabric cover her, though it didnât hide much. She noticed he had a comb in his hands, and she didnât protest as she started to comb out her wet curls, leaning against his chest.
She hadnât even realized that he was still naked, had been this whole time.
Her mind told her it was a power move, showing her that he could have had her, even when she had drifted to sleep, but he chose not to. He was trustworthy. It was the same with the touching, the grooming her. They were intimate activities, meant to form a bond with her.
She knew this tactic worked, she could feel it working now, but she needed to stay strong. This man was not her friend, was not her protector. He would kill her the second he was bored with her.
He finished his work and she felt him place a soft kiss on the top of her head, breathing in the scent of the vanilla shampoo.
âDo you feel better?â he asked her.
âyes, thank youâ she whispered. He chuckled softly pulling her off the bed and pulling back the covers.
âGet under them Hermioneâ he said softly, watching her obey. He smiled and placed the covers over her, listening to her sigh of delight at the softness, the warmth.
Within seconds she was asleep.
Tom watched her for a minute, his eyes trailing over her face. He had expected some fight, but it seemed one week of isolation, of boredom, of touch deprivation was all it took for her. It was a relief. He did not want to resort to more drastic measures.
Quietly he went and got dressed, before he made sure the door was locked and he went into the closet, cleaning it out, making sure no mess remained, including the bucket he had provided her with.
She was still fast asleep when he finished. He couldnât blame her; he was certain that hot room had made it impossible to sleep. He left the room, locking the door for the night.
He had seen her two years ago, during the battle at the ministry of magic. It had been close to 50 years since he last saw her. It had been tempting to grab her then, to capture her, but then Dolohovâs curse hit her in the chest and the idea escaped him. She needed medical attention, for he knew she would survive. His past dictated it.
Now two years later he had finally found her again. He had been close months ago, the night the ministry fell. But his little witch was too quick, too cunning. She had fought off two grown adults, had escaped with Potter and his red headed friend.
Now there was no escape. She was under the care of the Malfoys, likely in the cellar in the manor. Safe and sound for now
He would have to deal with Potter first before he could indulge in a conversation with her, but afterwords he would spend as much time with her as he could before he sent her back in time.
Voldemort disapperated into the foyer of Malfoy Manor, taking in the chaos. His eyes scanned the room, seeing potter wrestle wands from the Malfoy boy, watching the redheaded friend of Harrys try to help Hermione, who was trapped under a chandelier that had fallen from the ceiling.
"Harry Potter" Voldemort said, making everyone in the room freeze for a second
Harry turned around looking mortified. Before He could take a step forward the house elf ran to potter, grabbing him and disapperating away. Leaving Granger and the Weasley boy behind along with a goblin.
Fury flooded his veins, to see his enemy disappear before his very eyes was infuriating. He turned his gaze to the Malfoys, his anger evident. They had failed him again. It was Bellatrix who approached him first, "we have the mudblood and the blood traitor" she said, groveling before him "Potter will surely try to rescue them" she said trying to appease his anger.
Her words reached the logical part of his mind, and he unclenched his wand, looking towards the two fugitives. Perhaps this was how it was supposed to happen. This was how he managed to get his hands on Hermione again.
"Put him in the cellar" he finally said " bring the mudblood to my chambers" he commanded. He turned then, his robes billowing behind him as he made his way to his chamber.
He might not have gotten Potter tonight, but he finally had his hands on Granger, that was enough for now.
Used to be step brother tom was highly requested. Here is one for our viewing pleasure
~Kyoki
With a shaky breath Hermione closed the door to her room, trying to calm herself and process the days events. It had started out as a good day, the sun was out, it was a great temperature out. There was no school today and she was meeting Harry and Ron at the local bar, to relax and unwind from the week of finals. She was certain that she had done well, but the boys wanted to blow off some steam. It was supposed to just be the three of them, but of course Ron had invited Lavender his girlfriend, and Draco Malfoy had âmysteriouslyâ shown up with his own friends. After a few beers They were at their table, Draco and Harry in a heated discussion while Lavender and Ron made out. Having nothing to discuss with the others Hermione decided to go outside, needing a breath of air, to get away from the lot of them.
She had had a few drinks herself, and her judgement was not as sound as it should have been. She should have known better then to go out into the night alone. The bar wasn't in the safest part of town, she knew that, but her mind was dull from the alcohol and all she had wanted was to get away from the noise.
It had been a mistake.
Shad had heard the footsteps too late, Hadn't realized what was happening until it had started. One second she was enjoying a cool breeze, taking in the quiet night air and the next her face was slammed into a brick wall as a hard body crashed against hers. She remembered screaming for help, only for her attacker to slam her head against the bricks again, effectively cutting her off.Â
Hermione closed her eyes as the memories flooded her, of how he had pulled up her skirt, how his hands and touched her body. She knew what he had planned on doing.
âHermioneâ
The sound of her name made her jump, honey eyes darting to the door which was now open, her step brother Tom standing in the doorway, his face masked with concern.
âStay awayâ she said taking a step back âTom, please just go away. I canât look at you right nowâ she turned her back to him, sitting at her desk, her legs shaking so badly that she had to sit down.
âYou are in shock Hermione, Iâm not going to leave you alone. What kind of brother would i be if i did that?â his voice was closer, though Hermione shouldn't be surprised about that. Tom did what he wanted, he always did.Â
âYou arenât my brotherâ she snapped âGo awayâ
She could feel him behind her, the heat of his body too close for comfort. She wanted to cry, to scream, but she couldnât. She shuddered when she felt his hands on the arms of her desk chair, turning it around so she faced him. He bent down to her level, his dark eyes locking with hers.
âI am your brother, and we need to talk about this, even if you don't want to.â His voice was soft, gentle and coaxing, as if he was talking to a frightened animal. She supposed he thought it would calm her, but it only made her angry.
âTalk about it? You want to talk about it? You almost beat someone to death Tom.â she cried out glaring at him âto death. If I hadn't stopped you that guy would be dead. We are lucky no one saw you or you'd be in jail!âÂ
âDeath is what that monster deserved, and you know it Hermione.â
âNo one deserves to die!â she screamed hysterically âYou canât just make calls like that Tom, you are not judge jury and executioner!â
âYou do realize what he was doing donât you? He was about to rape you Hermione. Should I have stood by a let him?â he reached out and cupped her face gentlyâ You were in trouble, and I was trying to help. You Obviously had a problem, and I fixed it. He wonât be going near you ever again. I can assure you of thatâ
Hermione shook her head softly âyou can't promise me that, and you can't keep doing this.â she whispered âevery time someone looks at me the wrong way, you react. This time was justified, but you canât protect me from everythingâÂ
âYou are wrong. I can and I willâ
A frown etched itself on her face, seeing the determination in his eyes. âI can take care of myselfâ she whispered âyou are being overbearingâ
âI prefer the word protective. You are my younger sister. What kind of brother would I be if I let my beloved little sister get hurt on my watch?â
âStepsisterâ Hermione interjected, âIâm your stepsister.â
âStill my sister, and I still need to protect you. What were you thinking going into the neighborhood anyways? Going outside alone. You are smarter than that Hermioneâ Tom sighed tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear âYou are lucky I followed you guys.â he murmured as he pulled her into his arms as Hermione stiffened in his embrace, his words sinking in.
Her stomach turned as she realized the severity of the situation, the reason he had acted in such violence at seeing her like that. Why he always seemed to be there, right when she had a problem. It seemed Tom was more overbearing then she had originally thought.
Sorry, can you make a Tomione prompt where Hermione becomes Tom's nanny from childhood, but Hermione doesn't age at all, while as time goes by, Tom starts to like his nanny.
This one is harder to do as a one shot, so this is gonna be multi chapter for as long as people are interested in it I suppose.
Hope you enjoy
~Kyoki
Some things were meant to change, some for the better, some for the worst.
Tom had learned that at the age of ten when his father had come to the orphanage and collected him. It had been strange, going to the Riddle manor, of being away from the other children.
Part of him wondered if his father had just found out he was at an orphanage or if the man had known all along and had left him there to rot. He never asked, a part of him assuming the worst of his father.
It was easy to believe as well, the man seemed to be distant, almost as if he was put out by the very idea of Tom. It made him wonder why his father had even bothered to come get him. He received an answer almost as soon as they got to the manor.
Tom starred up mildly surprised, not having expected that his father would live in such a fine place. He felt a bubbling of resentment towards the man. All this time he lived in luxury and Tom had suffered for no reason.
"This is where you live?" he asked. Surely there was a mistake. Perhaps the man lived here as a servant.
"Where you will live as well, with myself and your grandparents" Thomas Riddle Sr answered, not looking at the boy who bore his name.
"My Grandparents?" Tom was surprised by this, had he just received an entire family in a matter of hours?
Tom Sr nodded, but said nothing more as they pulled the Lagonda LG6 into the driveway of the manor. Tom looked out the window, seeing some people gathered out front. Tom's eyes passed by them, wondering which were his grandparents, if any of them.
Tom's father got out of the car, going to his side and opening the door for him "Come on boy" he commanded, "Time to meet the staff"
Tom kept his face blank as he slid from the car. Anyone else would have felt nervous or overwhelmed, but Tom kept his emotions behind a tight mask.
Thomas Sr put a hand on the boy's back, guiding him forward until they stood before the steps.
"This is my son , Thomas Riddle Jr." the man boomed, looking at the employee "as my heir he is to receive your full respect and dedication"
There was a chorus of agreements from the staff.
"Where is Hermione?" Tom sr asked, looking through the crowd of people.
"Iâm right here Lord Riddle" a girl said. Tom watched as a girl around the age of 19 came from the back of the crowd. Tom noticed two things as the girl appeared from behind the crowd, the first is she looked rather thin, her figure looking like she rarely ate, much like himself.
The other thing he noticed is the way his father looked at the girl. Tom had seen some of the men that delivered goods to the orphanage look at some of the nuns the same way. He also noticed how his father opened his arms, as if expecting the girl to walk into his loving embrace.
Hermione had other ideas, instead she stood next to Tom, smiling at him.
"Tom, this is your nanny, Hermione Granger."
"Nanny?" Tom asked, taking a closer look at the girl in front of him. Weren't nannies supposed to be older? "I'm too old for a nanny" he stated.
"Nonsense," his father stated, placing his hands on the girlsâ shoulders, stranding behind her like an imposing figure. "I kept my nanny until I was 18 years old. She will be in charge of your needs, education and in charge of your budget as well.
"Budget?" Tom inquired. This was all new to him, he had his own budget?
"Yes boy, your budget" Tom Sr stated looking frustrated. Tom half expected the man to lose his temper and try to hit him, but the nanny, Hermione took a step forward, turning around to face tom sr instead, giving him a smile "He's probably overwhelmed Tom" she said sweetly, "Remember I was overwhelmed by the idea as well" she took his fatherâs hand in her own, giving it a light squeeze " He will adjust quickly"
Tom's father looked at Hermione quietly as if contemplating whether to punish her or not for protecting the boy from his wrath.
"Very Well Hermione, you know what is best for him"
Hermione nodded, waiting for his father to leave before she turned to Tom.
He was expecting her to sneer down at him like the nuns at the orphanage had, instead she turned a smile to him, and he noticed that it didn't quiet reach her eyes. "Hello Tom, it's nice to meet you" she said, holding out her hand for him to shake. He reached out and took her hand, secretly liking the warmth of her.
"It's nice to meet you as well" he said, watching her as she went to the back of the car, and opened the boot, pulling out his only belongings. Whatever she was thinking she kept close to her chest, cause Tom didnât sense the normal pity or disgust coming from her.Â
âAre you and my father⊠friends?â he asked curiously. Would this young women be his step mother?
The girl looked mortified for half a second, before she schooled her features âNo, Iâm an employee, nothing elseâ she responded
Tom nodded quietly, following the girl into the manor, wondering what all waited for him in the future.
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Hermione was a constant figure in his life from the moment he met her. She helped him with his thirst for knowledge, knew his favorite foods and kept them on hand, despite their rarity from the war. She didn't talk down to him like most adults did, she talked to him as if they were the same age.
It was refreshing.
Hermione herself was different than most adults. She didn't look down on him because he was a kid, but there was more to it then that. She was intelligent, kind, cunning. Special like himself.
It was about a week after he arrived that he overheard a conversation between Hermione and his father.Â
"We could always get rid of the boy, start anew" he heard his father say, making Tom peek into the room.
"That would be highly Irresponsible Lord Riddle" Hermione had said, looking rather uncomfortable "Plus I told you, i want to be here for Tom"
Thomas Sr took a step towards her, bringing Hermione into his arms as if they were long time lovers. He buried his face into her neck. Tom watched as the girl stiffened under the man's touch, but didn't move away.
" I've told you, Tom is special" she said the words so softly he almost couldn't hear her "Like his mother, like me"
Thomas sr stiffened, moving away from her "must you remind me of that?" he demanded.
Hermione pulled fully away from him. "It's merely the truth." She looked towards where Tom was peeking in and caught him, her eyes locking with his own. She didn't say anything though, merely looked away and continued her conversation with his father.Â
Tom had left, wondering if Hermione was really like himself. If she was, then his mother might have been as well. It was an interesting concept, for he knew his father was ordinary as were his grandparents.
It was later that same night that he approached her.
âWhat you said to my father earlier, about my mother being special, what did you mean?â He asked her curiously, putting down the book he was reading .Â
Hermione who had been sitting across from him reading her own book â looked up giving him a stern frown â eavesdropping is below you Tomâ she commented before closing her book.
Tom didnât answer, merely waited for her to continue.Â
âDo you think I wouldnât notice? The strange things that happen around you?â She asked him gently â or how the other kids at the orphanage feared you?â
âHow did you know-âÂ
She cut him off by raising her hand â Iâve known about you for a long time. Unfortunately I could only get to you nowâÂ
âHow do you know about me?â
âI did research on your motherâs death. Sheâs distantly related to my dadâs step sister. I wanted to connect our families again, but found out that she had passed, but not before giving birth to you.â she leaned forward looking at Tom âIt took me two years to find your father and to convince him to bring you back here.â
Tom was surprised she was telling him the truth about his father being reluctant in taking him in, most adults would treat him like a kid, would tell him that his father loved him dearly, that he was a normal kid. Hermione didnât seem to see him as a kid, but as an equal.
âHow did you convince him?â he asked curiously. Did she threaten him or scare him into submission?
He noticed how she wrinkled her nose as if smelling something foul.Â
âThat doesnât matter, what matters is that you are here now and so am iâ she gave him a smile âand together we can do anythingâ
Tom frowned at his nanny, a little upset that she didnt tell him how she subdued his father. âTell me how you control himâ he sadi the words firmly, his fists clenched till his knuckles were white.
Hermione looked at his fists and sighed softly. âYou should work on your anger, it will get you nowhereâ she replied gently â I didn;t subdue your father, everything he is doing is his own choice. He just believes in an outcome that will never bear fruit. An outcome he fabricated by himself.â
âIs that why he was talking about having another child and getting rid of me?â he asked
He noticed how she stiffened slightlyâ Heard that did you?â she sighed softly, âYes, he believes us to become lovers.â she smiled softly âbut you don;t need to worry about that. You wonât be having a siblingâÂ
Tom pondered this for a minute, feeling a sense of relief, though he wasn't sure why. Some part of him didnât want Hermione to focus on anyone else. He enjoyed their time together, reading, conversing, and being educated. It was refreshing. He could see her with another child, playing with them, teaching them. He didnât like it at all.
He felt it then, the thing that made him different came roaring to life. He felt the flames before he understood what was happening, the darkened fireplace between them bursting into high flames for no reason. To anyone ese it would have sent them into a panic, but Hermione just looked at the fire as if amused âYOu know, my first bit of accidental magic was turning my cat blueâ she informed him.
âMagic?â he asked, watching as the flames crackled.
âYes Tom, Magic, you have it, as do I. That's what makes us specialâ she gave him a smile âYouâre a wizard Tom.â
âYouâre lyingâ he replied setting eyes on her, watching her coldly âYou think iâm stupidâ
Hermione frowned at him âI think you are many things Tom, stupid was never included,â she replied âYou donât have to believe me, youâll see once your letter arrives in the summer.â
âLetter?âÂ
Hermione smiled at him , brightly â Yes, your letter to Hogwarts.â she responded before getting up and putting her book away âI have a meeting with your father, iâll be back later and we can talk about it then.â
Tom nodded, watching her go, his mind whirling with possibilities, especially if she was telling the truth. He would just have to get her to show him her âmagicâ and see if she was lying or not.
Draco Malfoy who speaks only French and harry who doesnât understand French and just wants to talk to a pretty boyđ
oui oui ! Happy to help with this one. It's a bit cracky. Sorry in advanced.
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Harry snuck a glance across the great hall, his eyes finding the body of one Draco Malfoy, for the 30th time that day. Harry had been enamored with the boy since they entered their 1st year, though he would never admit it. Unfortunately, whatever friendship could have bloomed was put into a freeze when Hermione translated what Draco had said to Ron, his only friend at the time.
It had started a rivalry between the two boys, one of which harry wanted no part of. Yet, he was a part of it, privy to withering glares and laughing remarks in French. Then put in that they were both a part of the quidditch team and in different houses? Well, there was very little room for friendship let alone anything else to develop.
Over the years, Harry's resentment to the young man had turned into attraction He couldn't help but think how handsome and pretty Draco was. Couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss the prissy boy. Those thoughts were mostly unwelcomed at first, the very idea putting harry off. He was supposed to be into girls, not guys. But the older he became the more his attraction grew, and the more his understanding of his likes and dislikes grew.
That led him to today. He had spent as much time as he could with Hermione, studying French like it was going to keep him alive.
Harry stood up as he watched Draco get up from his table crossing over to where harry and his friends sat.
"Y a-t-il un Ćuf sur mon visage Potter" Draco sneered at him.
Hermione perked up, waiting for him to get pieces of the information, but was disappointed when harry looked at her lost. "He wants to know if there is egg on his face" she said "probably because you keep looking at him." she clairified
"No--I wanted to ask you something" he said grateful that Hermione was translating for them.
Draco stated at him for a minute, taking in his words "Putain de merde" Draco said pinching the bridge of his nose " your French is shite"
Harry looked at hermione who sniggered "Is that a no?" he asked Draco, feeling self-conscious.
"Oui, je sortirai avec toi." Draco replied, looking at Hermione himself for translation "Vous devrez peut-ĂȘtre inviter le rat de bibliothĂšque avec vous"
Hermione translated for him, making Harry laugh. He dared to reach out and grab Draco's hand, giving it a light squeeze "If that's what it takes then it's a price, I'm willing to pay" he told the other boy, received a squeeze of his hand back and a smile.
It looked like Harry would be needing to learn French better than he had been.
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