I had some free time - I might expand this one day
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The problem, Tom mused, was that she had played the role of innocent, naive good girl for so long, that it was hard for her "friends" to accept that it had been an act - that beneath her 'Gryffindor' exterior she was a true 'Slytherin'.
When they'd started dating the "you're too good for him" and "you're throwing your life away" and "Riddle is into a tonne of dodgy shit, how can you be with him" comments had come thick and fast, they never would have presumed that she was more dangerous than him - that she was the corrupter (well more of a corrupter) and he, the "innocent" bystander.
He hadn't been shocked that there were rumours of another gang around London, challenging his own rule and undermining his own actions - he had been shocked to find that she was the one responsible; that she had all of these resources and lackeys and plans. She wasn't surprised in the least when he showed up demanding all kinds of things - he knew it made her deliriously happy to remind him (often) about that debacle.
"You should just kill him and get it over with love, we have reservations in half an hour and it will take twenty minutes to get there" he sighed, tapping his watch to emphasise his point.
Hermione rolled her eyes and scoffed at him, not moving the gun from where it was aimed at the back of Ginevra Weasley's head, or her heel which was pressing between the girls shoulder blades. "Just a few more minutes - I'm sure Ginny is going to start behaving any second now."
Tom winced when Ginny began spluttering about how much of a bitch Hermione was and how she wouldn't get away with this and how - he didn't even flinch when the gun fired and Ginnys body slumped to the floor but he did step aside when the blood began to flow towards him.
Hermiones answering smirk had him adjusting his trousers as she swept past him, outside and into the waiting car.
Hermione knew she played the part of grieving friend well at Ginnys funeral. Crying, sniffling, hiccoughing at the appropriate moments - no one would ever suspect poor Hermione Granger of being the one who had pulled the trigger and fired the bullet that had ended the red heads life, and Hermione enjoyed that feeling, revelled in it really if you asked Tom, who had played the part of the perfect supportive boyfriend so well Hermione wondered if he'd done it before.
When they got home that evening and she'd slipped out of the black dress he'd been dying to peel her from all day, she asked him.
The bastard had smirked at her, pulled her into his lap and started to discuss how they were going to get rid of Dumbledore all while divesting her of her knickers and slipping his hand into her already wet cunt.