Don't Repeat History

Don't Repeat History

By Clairvoyant Snake

Chapter 3~1^st of September, 1942

...Reaching for the compartment door with her left hand, she risked putting all her weight on her right hand to the door in front of her. Not smart, and an error on her part.

As she opened the door, she forgot all about her right hand, and all the weight she had pushed into it forced her momentum to go forward. Straight into the very person she dreaded talking to the most.

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"Tori!" said a startled Tom. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her form as she now undeniably was pressed up against him -in all places, and so basically everywhere.

She could feel the beating of his heart, I thought he didn't have a *heart*! thought Hermione, trying to make light of her situation, and her tremors flew directly from herself to the handsome boy-man in front of her. Hermione could feel his deep breaths on her neck and risked lifting her head up to see his reaction. His mouth was open and his eyes shut, it seemed as though he were drinking in the very scent of her.

She was fairly alarmed that someone would do that, but hey, if he wanted to smell up her stinky, sweaty self, that was god's gift in her opinion. Anything, just about anything that could get this boy-man away from her was heavenly, even if she was to get looked down upon in the process.

Her luck it seemed was up.

"Tori, you smell absolutely divine. What perfume do you use? All my past girlfriends couldn't come up something a quarter as decent as yours." Tom opened his raven eyes and peered down at the nervous girl smashed up against his chest. He shifted slightly back so that his forehead matched hers and he smiled a very charming flash of brilliant white teeth.

"P -Past girlfriends?" she feared that he may have murdered them in his spite for bad-smelling girls. Of course, he would want the best, but her smelly, *natural* self?! That was unfathomable!

"Yes, my past girlfriends! They all crowded me with their putrid smell. I got sick of them and their whingy selves, so I made it clear to them that this year they have to leave me well alone. And then here you came jumping out of nowhere only to fall into my compartment. I still don't know how and where you came from, but that's alright with me. The only thing I'm sure of is the fact that I'm absolutely interested in you."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat when he declared his interest in her. She knew this was bad. Very bad, indeed. Her original plan of staying low-key and invisible at the school was slowly being shattered apart by the one demon who would shatter other's plans and lives, although in not quite so an innocent manner as hers.

"Uhh, er...I don't use any perfumes Tom," she decided to answer, hoping that he wouldn't be a prat and say, 'Well if you don't, I have to recommend that you do so. Like starting, Now.'

But that wasn't what he said after all, to Hermione's absolute amusement.

"Only a goddess can smell so pure, so fresh, so innocent; And yet you must not be a goddess, Tori you must be the star that fell from the sky; the answer to my prayers," he said all this with a tad smile on his handsome face and a piece of black hair fell from its part onto her nose. She sniffled and it tickled her, forcing her to ruin the moment and sneeze a huge "ACHOO!" onto his shoulder.

This time it was her turn to take in his scent from up close.

The same chocolate, black coffee mix, yet there was something more. Something more indiscernible and tantalizing. Something like adventure, pleasure, and a raw scent that caught her breath; the smell of books. It seemed that Tom was into books as much as she was, and that could only be one good thing about him, right? Hermione asked herself.

As quickly as she allowed herself the guilty pleasure of taking in his own personal scent, she knew she had to straighten up and put some weight on her leg for it to become alive again.

She started to move backwards when she again felt her legs fail her. Once again, she was leaning quite heavily on Tom's strong, lean body; Once again, that stray lock of black hair came back to taunt her. Hermione was fed up with its annoying presence as she reached up to push his hair back.

Her hand on his silky hair and now on his head, she dared a glance at his face and their eyes connected. Before she had a clue as to what was going on in Tom's head, she felt herself being dipped and the next thing she knew was a full softness gently massaging her clamped shut lips.

Tom's hands maneuvered their way perfectly across her back and shoulders, forcing her to relax and she in turn wanted to control some of the predicament she was now forced into.

By coaxing him to relax with her hands playing across his lower back and still lower -she knew a guy would always succumb if she went down far enough, and not to her shock, the fluttering finger-tips on his firm buttocks was working wonders on him.

She smiled against his lips and he took that as a 'go ahead', even though Hermione kept trying and failing to tell herself not to let go of her control; That if she did, there would be no turning back, and what would be said and done now would haunt her later.

Tom lifted her up slightly and placed her on the comfortable seat by the window -his lips never once removing themselves from its partner in crime.

She felt him trying to nudge his way into her mouth with his tongue, but she was absolutely revolted by such an action with him. At least at this point, she still could not get over the fact that she was not only snogging Tom Marvolo Riddle, a person from the past, but that she was snogging bloody Voldemort! She could only imagine the reactions that news would cause to her future friends and the world at large.

She cut off his tongue with her mouth sealed tight, an indication for him to stop his ministrations. He took it like a gentleman, which surprised her very much. Instead of furthering the already heated up kiss, he removed his bruised lips from hers and smiled as if he had not just been told not to eat the delicious cake sitting in front of him.

"I like a challenge," was all he said as he took hold of Hermione's hand and squeezed it without malice. As do I buddy, but hopefully I won't allow you to win me, she told herself, regardless of the fact that she knew she would succumb to his wants; as she did with Ron and Harry whenever they forced her to tag along on their nightly adventures.

Oh, how she missed them at the moment. Having Tom there, albeit he was an evil bastard in the making, was slightly comforting to be honest.

And let's face it. If I had gone back a few million years to the dinosaurs...I would be much farther down their throats then their lips; most likely I would be in their stomachs. Being dissolved by stomach acids. Hermione cringed at that thought and Tom looked at her with concern. His grip on her hand tightened and he lifted it up to his mouth to kiss it sweetly.

"Look outside, seems as if we're almost there. I didn't even realize the time went by so fast, but you know what they say about time flying when you're having fun," he smirked as she rolled her eyes and an unforced smile crawled its way up her previously cringing face.

She peered out her window and saw not Hogsmeade station, but a lake; the very lake that all first years had to cross. That was strange, she thought, we never went this far into the village...we always stopped at the station.

"Tom," she nudged him to attention, "Why are we going this far into the village? Didn't we have to stop at Hogsmeade station?"

He gave her look, as if she was alien, but then that wiped clear off his face and he answered her with a smile.

"There is no such thing as Hogsmeade Station, and we have always traveled this far into the village. Besides, there aren't any obstacles in the way for the train to get this far to begin with."

She looked outside and saw, where she remembered the stores to be, instead it was all a deep forest and there were scattered homes and a few small shops spread throughout the small, hardly inhabited village. She frowned and asked again, "Why aren't half the stores here? And where are the rest of the private residences?"

Tom misinterpreted her spoken aloud thoughts and said, "There wouldn't be any stores here, but in Diagon Alley where you purchase all your Wizarding goods. These shops are only basic utility shops, here only to provide basic services to those that need elementary support for homes in the forest.

It once was a bright and glorious village, but after Grindewald," here Tom's voice rose a bit and his eyes shone something bright and unreadable, "all the primary shops and all the important people's homes were raided, destroyed and left for nature to overtake. As you can see there," he pointed out a wooden house that was smoked up and had all sides of its wooden self quite broken and it was possibly only due to magic that held the lifeless pieces of wood up now.

"As to the private residences...sadly, everyone fears the possibility that Grindewald will not overlook this village if he decides to attack. And his first of many attacks have succeeded in scaring off any potential buyers."

Hermione was decidedly queasy that there was in fact more than one 'bad guy' running amok the world; Grindewald, and the future's very own Voldemort.

Everything is so different from how it was for me! She thought nervously.

However, with every minute she spent with Tom, she could not help but feel safer, if not comfortable around him; More than she had ever with Victor Krum, or her last year's boyfriend.

She unconsciously began rubbing her forefinger along the length of his palm.

He smiled upon noticing her fingers that played with his and asked her with a surprisingly gentle tone, "Will you be my girl?"

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TBC...