Twisted Bonds
Good day everyone! @petralynnluna sent me a request on discord the other day (that I just saw this morning) about writing a Tomione in Abraxas's point of view. This turned into a full-fledged idea so I'm probably going to continue it. Let me know what you think!
~Kyoki
Being between the two of them was like being in the ocean, pulled multiple directions by a riptide. On one hand you had the power of the ocean’s waves, crashing down on you, wave after powerful wave pushing you down into its depths. The riptide however would grab ahold of your body, pulling you deeper and deeper into the sea, wanting you to drown, to be consumed by its power.
That was what it was like being in the middle of Tom Riddle and Hermione Granger. Tom the powerful ocean, beating you down, and Hermione the riptide, grabbing hold of you and pulling you deeper into her world.
It was tragic, it was exhausting, it was intoxicating, all at the same time.
Abraxas remembered the day that they first saw Hermione, standing outside the castle gates, clothes tattered, looking as if she had just run from the devil himself. It had been Tom that had gone to the gates, had alerted a professor, who had caught her as she collapsed in what they could only assume was exhaustion.
The situation had drawn Tom's attention to the girl, and had sparked his curiosity towards her. It was the next day, the day that Tom and himself had gone to visit the girl in the hospital wing that had started Tom’s obsession.
Abraxas remembered it like it was yesterday.
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Abraxas stood in the common room, next to the fire, waiting for his ‘friend’ Tom to appear from his dorm, waiting for his next order. It was the night before that Tom had seen a girl with riotous curls standing at the front gate, dressed in a blouse and pants that were unlike anything they had ever seen. She had been covered in dirt and grime, her robes torn and tattered. She was in a right state, her eyes wide, wand ready, as if she was ready to fight.
“Are you alright?” Tom had asked, taking a step towards the girl “you look like you’ve been attacked”
“I have been.” the girl replied, her wand at the ready, pointed at them, seemingly thinking she was still in danger.
“You’re safe now” Tom had supplied. “Abraxas, go and find a professor or the headmaster” it sounded like a request to anyone else, but Abraxas had known it was a command.
He wasn’t sure what happened between the time that he went to get a professor, professor Dumbledore to be exact, a fact Tom would punish him for later. Whatever had happened the girl who had been so defensive had collapsed to the ground outside the gates, her wand fallen limply from her grasp.
“Abraxas” the sound of his name on Tom’s lips had startled him out of the memory of the night before. Abraxas turned to the other boy.
“Have you heard any news about the girl?” Tom asked, seemingly bored, though Abraxas could sense a bit of curiosity from him. It wasn’t every day a girl their age appeared out of no where looking like she had just fought for her life. It was natural for Tom to be curious about her, Merlin, Abraxas was curious about her as well.
“No, I only know that she’s in the hospital wing,” he replied, watching as Tom nodded thoughtfully.
“Come then” he had said, turning on his heel and heading to the entrance of the dungeons. Abraxas didn;t need to know where they were going, it seemed obvious to him.
It hadn’t taken long for them to reach the hospital wing, to find it deserted, only one lone bed filled. The girl must have just gotten up from having passed out, for she was sitting in bed, looking confused. /pon hearing footsteps, her head snapped towards them and her wand was in her hand within seconds. She had raised her wand at them, for the second time, and abraxas couldn’t help but wonder what his master thought about that.
Noone threatened Tom Riddle.
No one, but his followers, thought he was threatening.
“You’re safe here” Tom said, his dark eyes watching her, taking her appearance in. They had left her in her tattered clothes, the girl still muddy from whatever adventures she had been apart of.
The girl slowly looked at them both, really taking them in before she slowly lowered her want “Draco” she looked at Abraxas confused “Why is your hair so long” she asked blinking at him “ where is you know who”
Abraxas looked at Tom, who was watching the girl, and he couldn’t help but wonder what Tom thought, that the girl completely ignored him and addressed Abraxas instead.
“My name is Abraxas, Abraxas Malfoy” he informed her pleasantly “I don’t know who Draco is or you know who.”
The girls mouth popped open before she shut it again. She looked between the two of them. “Malfoy” she repeated his surname as if puzzled. She turned her attention back to them “Whats the date?” she asked.
“September 2nd” Tom supplied, still watching the girl, his curiosity at its peak.
“The year. What’s the year?” she asked
“1944” Tom replied, and Abraxas cast his eyes towards him, for he could tell the question had piqued his interest.
“50 years” she whispered looking down at her hands that still held her wand.
“What’s your name?” Abraxas asked, taking a step towards her bedside. She shifted to look at him, really taking him in this time, her eyes shifting between himself and Tom. “Hermione, Hermione Granger”
“It’s nice to meet you Hermione, I’m Tom, Tom Riddle” he said, and abraxas watched as the girl’s eyes widened, staring at the hand that Tom had extended towards her, and watched as she refused to take it.
Hermione had made two things very obvious. One was that she was from the future and the second was that she knew the name Tom Riddle.
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That had been the start of Tom Riddle’s obsession with Hermione Granger.
Dumbledore had come soon after to check on the girl ushering both boys from the hospital wing. Tom and Abraxas left without a fight, but Abraxas couldn;t help but look behind him at the girl, noticing the look of pure hatred and disgust on the girl's face.
Hermione had been sorted that night, being sorted into Gryfindor of all places. Abraxas found himself surprised at that, but didn’t voice his opinion. Tom seemed to be disappointed in the fact she wasnt sorted to slytherin. It meant that she wasn’t easily accessible.
It had been strange at first, to see someone actively avoid Tom like he was the plague. Normally girls were drawn to him, hung on his every word. Not Hermione Granger. And it wasn’t from lack of trying on Tom’s part.
Abraxas on the other hand, had managed a tentative friendship with the girl. It had started easily enough, with potions class. Slughorn had paired the two of them up for an assignment. It had been awkward at first, the girl sending him looks, like she was seeing someone else from the corner of her eye. That was when he broke the silence between them, asking her who Draco was. To his surprise she told him that he was a bully from her old school. He asked her about her past, and she told him a little bit about her, how she had resided in France, how she and her friends had gotten in the way of some of Grindelwalds forces. That she had fled after her friends passed away, going to the only place she could think of that would be safe. Hogwarts.
It was an interesting story, and one he was inclined to believe, yet he had overheard her murmuring to herself about the year being fifty years different. She was either from the past or from the future, and As far as Tom was concerned, she was from the future. Abraxas had to agree, especially with how she treated the budding dark lord.
If Tom was nearby, Hermione would leave, not so much as sparing him a glance. It was fascinating to see, especially since she was so kind to others. It was Tom she seemed to hold a grudge against, even though it had been him that had helped her to begin with.
Watching Tom being rejected was both amusing and terrifying. If someone so much as mentioned Hermione, of talking to her, himself included, they found themselves on the wrong side of his wand. It was why Tom's followers steered away from Hermione, with the exception of Abraxas. The girl seemed to seek him out, even when he was trying to avoid her, a fact that did not escape Tom’s attention.
It had been hard to convince his ‘friend’ that the attention was unwanted, unwarranted. And Abraxas had truly expected to be at the wrong end of the cruciatus curse. Yet to his surprise Tom had chuckled, and had encouraged him to spend time with Hermione. To find out her secrets, her real secrets, for he didn’t believe her backstory for a minute.
That is what led him to today, an unexpected, unfortunate day that it was.
It had been nearly 4 months since he had first met Hermione and the two of them had become closer, closer than he had truly expected. The girl tended to spend more time around him then she did with any of her other friends. It hadn’t been a surprise to him when the girl in question had asked him to go to Hogsmeade with her, hadn’t even been surprised by her holding his arm, that having become the norm months ago.
It was when they stood under a wild mistletoe, when she leaned up and kissed him, that he had become surprised, pulling away from her , glancing into the beautiful honey brown eyes.
“I'm sorry, I just…” Hermione started but Abraxas cut her off, leaning down and kissing her gently, surprised by his own actions, but also not really.
Hermione was beautiful in a wild way, charming when she wanted to be, wicked smart and kind. It was everything in a girl he could ever want. It was no surprise to him that he had developed feelings for the girl. No surprise that he enjoyed this kiss, even if it had taken him off guard. What had surprised him was the fact that she willingly kissed him, that she seemed to return the feelings he had been harbouring the last few months.
He wasn’t sure if the kiss lasted seconds or minutes, too caught up in the kiss to really notice anything other than her and her movements. He was keenly aware that she had wrapped her arms around his neck, had pressed her body against his own, her fingers entwining his long platinum hair.
The kiss would have continued if it wasn't for the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow that interrupted them. Slowly they moved away from each other, and Hermione turned toward the sound of footsteps towards them.
He knew immediately who had interrupted them without having to look, the look of hatred that crossed Hermione's face making it all too evident. His blood ran cold, wondering how long the other boy had been watching. Had he seen her kiss him first or just him snogging her. He looked at Tom, who seemed calm, though by the way he unconsciously twirled his wand in between his fingers, Abraxas was certain he was livid.
“Alright Tom?”
Neither boy expected her to break the silence between them, both of them casting their eyes towards her. This was the first time that she has actually addressed him.
“I’m fine,” Tom responded, watching them both.
“Good” Hermione replied, taking Abraxas’s hand in her own, intertwining their fingers together “ We’lll see you later then” she said, pulling him back towards the castle, pasting Riddle.
As Abraxas passed by Tom, he felt Tom grasp his arm, stopping himself and in extension Hermione. “I’ll see you tonight Abraxas” the boy informed him, as if he was calmly going over plans that they had previously agreed on.
Dread filled his stomach and he started to respond but Hermione cut him off “ He has plans tonight, we are studying together in the library until curfew” she informed him.
Again Tom looked at Hermione thoughtfully this time. He didn;t say anything, merely removed his hand from Abraxas’s arm and allowed them to leave.
It seemed Hermione had saved him from Tom’s wrath, at least for a moment, but Abraxas knew the truth, there really was no escape from Voldemort.
He would pay, one way or another.
