Timeless Charm (Tomione fanfic)

Chapter 32: Craving Pain (18+)

This chapter is dedicated for @Dark_princess2_ 

Hermione's mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts as Tom's words echoed in her head. The realization hit her like a tidal wave – Tom Riddle, the dangerous figure who would one day become the dark lord Voldemort, had just kissed her, and now he was holding her captive on the floor of the library.

They remained entangled on the floor, Tom refusing to release her from his grasp. Memories of their previous encounter in the girls' lavatory flooded Hermione's mind, adding to her sense of unease.

"I know everything," Tom whispered, his breath warm against her ear as his head rested on her shoulder. The dimming light of the setting sun cast eerie shadows across the room.

What did he mean by "knowing everything"?

"What do you mean?" Hermione's voice trembled with apprehension, her confusion evident.

"I know everything, Hermione Granger," Tom's words pierced the air, his use of her full name sending a chill down her spine. How had he discovered her true identity? Fear gnawed at her insides as she grappled with the implications of his knowledge.

Tom's grip tightened, his expression unreadable as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I know everything about you, Hermione Granger," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "Your secrets, your fears, your desires – they're all laid bare before me."

Hermione's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. How could he possibly know so much about her? It was as if he could see right through her as if he held the key to unlocking the deepest recesses of her mind.

Before she could react by taking out the wand on her pocket Tom pushed her further into the floor, pinning her hands down with a strength that belied his slender frame.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Hermione," Tom's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes pleading with hers as they locked in a tense gaze. Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to his words.

"I will not become the monster you'll see in the future, I promise. But I need something from you," Tom continued, his breath so close to Hermione's skin that she could feel its warmth.

"What is it?" Hermione asked, determined to maintain eye contact despite the fear stirring inside her.

"I want every part of you, Hermione. Your mind, your heart, your soul—I want it all to be mine," Tom's words hung in the air like a sinister threat, sending a shiver down Hermione's spine. She was stunned by his audacity, his willingness to manipulate her in such a way.

"And if I refuse?" Hermione's voice quivered with uncertainty, her hands still trapped beneath Tom's grip.

"Then I'll become the man you fear in the future, perhaps even worse," Tom's reply was chilling, his hands tightening around hers in a silent warning. Hermione felt a surge of panic rising within her. What should she do in the face of such a dangerous proposition?

"Give me time to think," Hermione said to Tom, her voice trembling with uncertainty. But before she could process his response, Tom leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear.

"I don't need time. You have plenty of that, but I don't," Tom whispered, his words sending a chill down Hermione's spine. She was acutely aware of the urgency in his voice, the intensity of his gaze.

His hands glide down her abdomen, igniting a tingling sensation that electrifies her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Though clothed, his touch resonates with an almost palpable intensity, coursing through her veins like a surge of electricity. A sense of disbelief washes over her, stunned by the unfolding intimacy.

His grip firm yet gentle, holding her suspended with a single hand while skillfully undoing the buttons of her blouse with the other. Each breath escapes her lips in ragged gasps, the air heavy with anticipation, as he delicately slips his hands beneath the fabric, exploring the warmth of her skin with deliberate intent.

"I need you, Hermione," he murmured, his voice tinged with breathlessness, each word weighted with longing.

His fingers deftly worked at the buttons of her blouse, a silent invitation that left Hermione unsure how to react. It was an unfamiliar sensation, one she hadn't encountered before. Confusion clouded her thoughts, rendering her momentarily speechless, her mind a whirlwind of uncertainty.

"Hermione," he breathed, his voice a gentle caress, before claiming her lips once more in a kiss that spoke volumes. This time, it ignited a fire within her, a passion that surged forth in response to his touch. Their kiss deepened, slow and fervent, as Hermione found herself yielding to the intensity of his embrace. His lips, soft and warm against hers, fueled her desire as his hands ventured beneath her skirt, setting her senses ablaze with longing.

"What's your verdict now?" he teased, his voice laced with playful intent. She found herself captivated by him, her gaze fixed unwaveringly upon his arresting presence. His intense stare bore into hers, consuming her with its depth, leaving her mesmerized.

A smirk graced his lips before he leaned in, his breath caressing her ear as he whispered, his proximity sending a shiver down her spine. "Do you want me to cease?" His words hung in the air, a question that echoed in her mind, clouded by his overwhelming presence of him. It was a query she couldn't readily answer, her thoughts consumed entirely by him, leaving her unable to discern her desires amidst the allure of his presence.

"Ahem..." a voice interrupted the atmosphere, causing both Tom and Hermione to startle and turn towards the source. It was Dumbledore.

"As much as I don't want to disturb your tender moment, it is forbidden to engage in such activities within the school premises," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. Hermione felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she quickly scrambled to her feet, adjusting her disheveled appearance.

"Why don't you two come with me to my office?" Dumbledore suggested, his tone gentle yet firm. Confused and slightly apprehensive, Tom and Hermione exchanged uncertain glances before obediently following Dumbledore out of the room.