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Hermione Granger

P.O.V

Almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, the nightmare began.

"Hermione!" Ron was hovering above me, his pale hand clenched around my vial of Essence Of Dittany, fear plastered on his features.

"You've been splinched. Part of you is stuck in the past, part of you is trapped in the present. I don't know what the bloody hell to do..."

"What..." I tried to move but I was frozen stiff with pain - he was right. The smell of blood was overwhelming. I was lying on the ground, judging by the branches above me i was in a forest. The Forest of Dean.

"We don't have much time," Ron was saying, "They're coming for us...."

"Ron," I breathed. "Just....kill me."

The look of horror on Ron's face suddenly came startlingly clear to my blurred vision.

"What are you talking about?" His voice became extremely low, intense. "I'm not going to kill you."

"I know." I affirmed. "I'm just asking you to kill me.... instead of him." I repeated, stronger this time. "I would rather die than be trapped in two worlds."

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Tom Riddle P.O.V

Tom Riddle sat alone at the edge of his four poster bed staring out the window into the depths of the Great Lake. He always admired the view, the water was dark and troubled, and somehow always calmed him. Was it because he was deeply troubled as well? His face was expressionless as he gazed out. Somewhere in the far distance a curling tentacle of the Giant Squid could be seen. Slightly to the left, his own reflection could be seen in the window too. Tall, pale and handsome with dark eyes and fine features Tom was used to women chasing him. He moved slightly to take off his cloak, his lean figure looking taller in a tightly fitted long sleeved shirt and matching black pants. His body was slumped over, his elbows resting on his knees as though he was contemplating something.

As if set to intentionally offend there were a few posters of explicit witches hanging beside his bed like the type in Sirius' bedroom at the Black family house, the only difference was of course the ones Tom had were witches and not muggles. On his bedside table sat a couple of bottles of Firewhisky, a Slytherin tie and a chest of drawers stacked with thick books with very old leather bound covers. Dark magic. And beside it was a single lock of brunette hair, that belonged to a particular someone.

Hermione. The girl was average looking, short and pale with wild hair and a big personality. There was no logical reason why she should be on his mind in a very explicit way right now. Try as he may he couldn't stop thinking about her. She was a brilliant witch despite all of her clumsiness and stupidity. She lacked direction. Direction that he alone could give her.

He picked up the single lock of hair. He'd managed to take it from her when she wasn't looking. Thank Merlin he did get it. These curses would've been useless without it.

He knew that. He was always one step ahead of her. Compared to him, she was an idiot. Did she ever think? It was always like her head was somewhere miles away in the fucking clouds or something.

He kicked off his shoes and lay flat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling of his four poster bed. Thank god he was a school Prefect, otherwise he would've had to be sharing a dorm with the other students. It used to be standard that Prefects had to share dorms with the others but being top student had its perks, Professor Slughorn was just to too easy to manipulate.

Tom looked at down at his watch. It was the only muggle item he'd kept for himself after having stolen it from a muggle watchmaker two years ago. It was actually so fucking tragic there were no really good wizarding jewellers around. There were some out there. But then again the quality wasn't as much of an issue, the only reason he kept it was as a prize, a keepsake of sorts.

The piece of Hermione's hair was the same. A piece of something he had robbed from someone he had overcome with his own magical ability. Sooner or later, she would come to him. She had to. Unless she wanted to lose her life.

He could feel the power of the curse that blinded him to her shifting as she was growing weaker. She'd been resisting him all day. It was a sign of the strength of the curse he'd cast over her that he himself felt her resistance. Every thought against him. Every miniscule urge of resistance, he was well aware of.

And she was dying. Soon she'd come to him. He knew it.

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Hermione Granger P.O.V

Jade and Shalini had ignored me for the entire day. I didn't blame them. I was a complete bitch to them, I didn't even bother to think before I spoke and now they both hated me. And I was dying of a curse that would only be reversed if I agreed to have sex with Tom Riddle.

I closed my eyes, leaning back on my bed torn between defeat and panic. I had taken the day off classes pretending I was sick. I couldn't concentrate on schoolwork when I knew what was ahead, besides I was becoming weaker by each moment. Not even the Time-Turner could save me. This was Tom being the manipulative asshole he was and toying with me like a cat with a ball of string.

I guess I had to go ahead with it. I had to sleep with him. It was just one night after all.... The future was more important than me, I couldn't be selfish. If I refused Tom, then the curse would kill me and my chances of defeating Tom Riddle would be completely ruined, and the future would be screwed for good.

I closed my eyes. My parents were in the future under the impression that they had never had a daughter. Harry was dead. Ron was in the future unaware of where I was. Sooner or later the portrait of Dumbledore was going to have to tell him where I'd gone. I'd rather him know I was in the past instead of never find out.

"Have you finally decided?" A terribly familiar voice said directly above me.

Tom Riddle stood intimidatingly tall at the base of my bed staring down at me, his eyebrows raised. I wasn't surprised to see him in my dorm. In fact, I was waiting for him to come. I wasn't going to fucking go and find him.

"What do you think I decided," I said heavily. "I would rather sell my body to you one time rather than die with you thinking you had claimed any type of victory over me."

"Really?"

He moved impossibly fast, next thing I knew he had pulled me to my feet, his arms under mine. My head was pounding, almost as much as my heartbeat which was going wild.

"You can't even stand without me." He said in a dangerously soft voice. He wasn't lying. I was really weak, my knees were trembling. Stupid fucking curse. I was helpless as he pushed me backwards so I fell down on the bed before him. His eyes were cold and showed no empathy to the terror I felt.

"Are you scared?"

"No." I said clearly.

"You're lying." Tom's cruel voice taunted. "I'm sure I've given you more than enough reasons to be scared of me by now. Even your breathing is affected by me."

"That's because I'm dying you fuckwit." I gasped. "You're killing me. Remember?"

Tom's eyes flashed. "You're killing yourself." He said coldly. "There's a fucking difference."

"Well," I said, or rather heaved, "Why don't you just do what you came here to do, then." I looked him straight in the eye, which was slightly harder now my vision was getting blurry.

The atmosphere was intense, it was like the air was buzzing with unspoken words.

"That was the test," Tom said, after a moments pause. "And you passed. Well done."

He turned, walking over to the window with his back to me. And then I felt it. The weakness that was in my bones, in my blood - lifted, as if someone had just flicked a switch. The curse was gone. I wasn't dying anymore.

"What- hold on." I stammered, "What the hell? What test?"

"I told you that you weren't ready to kill anyone yesterday. This proves that you are."

"What the fuck." I swore. "How'd you figure that one out?"

Tom smiled a truly devastating smile as if he'd just won some kind of massive prize that I didn't.

"You told me that you'd rather fuck me than lose your pride. You've got extremely strong will power. And that's part of what's needed to kill someone in cold blood. A mind that is stronger than your fear."