Don't classes start now?" I went to sit up but Tom reached out and more or less pulled me back down to the bed with an iron like grip.

"It's fucking Saturday." His voice was rough. "And you're not going anywhere."

Damn I thought. This is what my life has come to.

I blinked up at the pornographic poster above me wanting more than anything to disappear into nothingness and just drift away. Life was just too confusing now. The past was a mess, the future was screwed, and now I was in the bed of a psychopath staring up at a group of witches getting it on.

"You've been staring at that poster for too long," Tom said, whether or not he was trying to be humourous didn't exactly register with me because of his emotionless angsty boy voice.

"It's... definitely something else." I couldn't stop myself from sounding annoyed. For someone who had just destroyed most of what I held dear I certainly didn't expect to be left alone with him listening to him rambling about some stupid poster.

"This is the first time I've only had one girl in my bed." He said. "I have to admit, that doesn't happen to often."

"Oh really?"

I was too damn numb and beside myself to care what he was on about or what type of reaction he was trying to get from me. I was so tired, my bones felt like dead weights pinning me to his bed and my mind was set on dissociating.

It was a weird situation. Humiliating. Testing. For someone I considered my arch nemesis he was distorting my image of him until I romanticised it a bit too much. For one he was hot. Two he was a careless asshole, the type of guy whose hobby was breaking hearts with a purely demonic grace. He had some kind of cologne but I doubt it was a high end muggle fragrance. He was really attractive physically, and then alluring like a forbidden fruit which I'd just devoured. I hated him.... and now I felt something different. Was I falling for him? I didn't know. There was something so intoxicating about surrendering everything to him. No more pain. No more games. Just power and darkness and control. Whatever this roller coaster was I had no idea where I was going and there was no stopping it.

"You're not the kind of girl I usually have in bed." Toms voice continued but an octave huskier somehow. "I go for the ones I've selected by social status in their Houses. Nothing less."

"Why are you telling me this," I heard myself saying as if from a distance. "Like what type of reaction do you think I'm going to have to that?"

"You know what?" Tom sounded almost curious. "I don't know. And it's the first time I've ever felt like this. I don't know how you're going to react to that and I'm intrigued by what answer I'm going to find."

He shifted in the bed, turning to face me with those eyes of darkness analysing me closely like a test question he couldn't quite decipher.

What did he see when he was staring at me? What were his thoughts? Did he really like me or was this just something else . I didn't know how to feel because I was beginning to really fall for him. What was wrong with me? He was my enemy. And now I couldn't stop getting lost in his eyes, and his scent.

"I don't know." I said faintly.

"Give me your hand."

He sat up on the bed and picked my hand up in his own.

"Let's make an Unbreakable Vow."

Panic slowly burnt out into surrender. I couldn't resist now to Tom's desire.

Within a moment Tom had his wand in hand and had placed it to the exact place our hands met.

He vowed to watch out for me and having me be subservient to him throughout what I did. I didn't resist. I verbally offered myself over just like that, I vowed to do what he asked of me. It was over just as quickly as it happened.

I never thought of Ron or Harry these days. And the days began to drag ahead, me just following Tom submissively and working hard and succeeding extremely well in classes. Things were getting better. Without me resisting Tom there was no problems. The Slytherins left me alone because if they didn't they'd have Tom to answer to and they sure as hell didn't want that. I was finally thinking I was happy. I was even sleeping in a different room from Tom. Until one day it all changed.

"I have a special room for you, so I can keep an eye on you." He told me one day when we were the last two in the common room. "Follow me."

He got up and started walking up the stairs to his own room where he slept. I followed him inside and he closed the door inside and locked it. I immediately turned around and instinctively tried to open the door but it was locked fast.

"No." Tom stepped over to me and took my hand away from the door. "I've decided that I don't want you to be in classes at this school. Well, at least not for this moment. I have other things I'd like you to do for me."

I didn't realise I was shaking until Tom's cold hand touched my face. "Calm down."

I focused on my breathing. The last time I was trapped behind a door I was brutally attacked by a group of Slytherins and left alone in a room on a dirty mattress. I didn't want to feel fear but there it was, burning up my bloodstream with all the power of an adrenaline rush.

Tom turned away from me and walked over to a tall bookshelf on the wall furthest from me. I watched him with my arms wrapped around myself defensively. Was he going to use one of those books to curse me? I had no clue. I could only watch as one of his slender hands reached out and pulled a single book forward.

The room was filled with noise. The books on the bookshelf all seemed to be moving. I stepped backwards until my back hit the door, watching in horror as the entire bookshelf drew back in on itself to reveal an entrance. I couldn't see what was beyond it.

"Come here." Tom's voice sounded as the room became quiet once more. I couldn't move.

"What is in there?" I said numbly.

Tom looked irritated, I could see his frown from here.

"Are you resisting me?" His voice dropped until it was deathly low, his eyes flashing dangerously. We were on opposite sides of the room but power and danger were emanating from him enough to make me terrified.

"No." I said meekly.

"You are resisting me. I thought I had broken you but I was wrong." He walked closer slowly. "I'm never usually wrong but then the other day I realised what my mistake was."

My legs were shaking so much I slid down the door until I was sitting on the ground. I didn't have my wand anymore, Tom refused to let me use one. I had no defence.

"All this time I thought I had broken you in." He sounded extremely angry, his voice was quiet but there was no denying it. I had really fucked him off somehow and the worst part was that I thought i was pleasing him this entire time.

"Get up. Now."

I got to my feet. I was feeling lightheaded. I walked forward slowly. My eyes were fixated on Tom, I couldn't bear to look at the darkness where the bookcase had been.

"Give me that fucking wretched thing around your neck." He growled.

"No." I said before I could stop myself. I wasn't letting him have the Time Turner. He had broken me, the Time Turner was broken too. Somehow I could feel that it's powers had been damaged along with me. What was the point of him having it? It was a reminder to me that I had been broken. If i didn't have it, I may as have well have just let go of the future entirely.

"Come to me." He held out one hand and I was propelled towards him as if by an invisible force. I reached him and I was frozen, unable to move as he stepped behind me and took the Time Turner from around my neck with his cold hands.

"It's not powerful anymore." Tom told me. I couldn't hear anything except a weird buzzing sound in my head. "Strange how these objects can latch onto someone's subconscious mind. I should've realised this whole thing would've been more effective if your whole mind was mine."

Flashes of light hit my eyes. And then memories flashed before me, like a montage of dimly lit colour that was playing right in front of Tom. Could he see it?

Harry.

Ron.

My parents.

Dumbledore.

I closed my eyes. "No. Don't leave me." I heard myself say.

Tom stepped towards me and pulled me towards him. "Let it go. Let it all go. I am everything now."

I pushed away from him, stumbling back and falling over. Tom stepped towards me and grabbed me roughly.

"Let me go!" I screamed. My head was burning and the lights and memories were flashing before me like a tape someone had left running in a room that was burning down.

"There it is, the part of you I couldn't destroy. Your mind."

"You already have hurt me." I was crying. I haven't cried ever since I was attacked, and now I just couldn't stop.

"You think this is pain?" Tom was saying. "You have still kept the past with you the entire time. Your mind is rooted elsewhere in a place I can't even reach. You were tapping into strength this entire time. Resisting me is futile from now. I understand my mistake now. I'm going to break your mind."

I pushed against him but he was stronger than me and started forcing me towards the place where the bookshelf was. I gripped the sides of the walls, they were ice cold and the darkness wasn't giving anything away.

"Move."

My mother and father came out through the entrance of the darkness, transparent and smiling. I was so surprised I stopped resisting Tom.

"What do you see?" I could hear Tom's voice but it sounded far away.

"I..."

I watched as my parents smiled sadly.

"Hermione, we are always with you." My mother said. Her voice was divine. Tears wouldn't stop falling from my face. My father stepped forward placing one equally transparent hand on her shoulder.

"You're going to break, but you must remember we are going to be with you. Always."

"Don't leave me here." I was crying. "I can't handle it, please."

"A moment is longer to endure in the mind of a damaged person." My mother told me. She started fading. My father began fading with her. My head was burning. The lights were fading and falling from the ceiling.

"Hermione." Tom pushed me into the darkness.

"No!"

I fell forward, the burning lights in my head splintering into nothing. I tripped over something. Stairs. A light came on revealing a small dimly lit room with a bed, no windows and concrete floors.

My knees hurt. I put my hands to them and when I brought them back to me they were bleeding.

"You're not leaving until you are mine." Tom flashed a wicked smile at me from the top of the steep stone stairs. "You'll be mine soon enough. It should be easier for the both of us now."

He turned the light off, my last scream cutting off as he closed off the room. Pain resonated in my head, my head wouldn't stop burning. I curled up into a ball on the cold concrete shaking and trembling alone in the darkness. I couldn't see anything. I clawed my head and scratched the floor for something I could use to break the door. There was nothing.

I crawled under the bed, holding my head in my hands. Something was coming out of my nose. Was it blood? I curled up on my side and didn't stop crying until sleep took me.