Desperation

21

"I've never seen you around?" Hermione questioned looking towards the mysterious Slytherin boy.

"I usually keep to myself, Alastair Balthazar Prince at your service." He said grabbing Hermione's hand gently and placing a soft kiss on it. "I know yours already, Hermione Granger."

Unconsciously Hermione blushed. This was Severus Snape's uncle. Alastair hid a smirk.

"What seems to have you so down love, does it have to do anything with Riddle." His voice sunk as his features darkened at the thought of Tom Riddle.

"How-how did you know?" Hermione questioned.

"Stay away from him he's dangerous. Everyone else might be oblivious but I know what he's up too and I know you do too." Alastair whispered staring down at Hermione.

She noticed that his eyes were different then her professors, they carried more light to them.

Alastair glanced down at her hand he was still holding, turning it around in his own. "I can help reverse the effects of the bond." He suddenly said causing Hermione's eyes to widen. "It may take a couple of weeks, but I can get it done. I know he used a blood bond on you, this scar proves it." He said staring at the small white line on her palm.

"Thank you." Hermione whispered smiling up at him. He smiled back down at her dashingly.

"I believe it's passed both of your curfews."

Hermione and Alastair turned around to see a impassive looking Tom, he stared down Alastair. Hermione could almost feel the tension between the two of them.

"I am head boy, I do as I please Riddle." Alastair growled. "I was just having a talk with Hermione, I will escort her back to her dorm." He gently took hold of Hermione's hand and went to leave when Tom stopped in front of them.

"Do not touch her." Tom growled his eyes flashing red while his face redden.

Alastair laughed darkly "I would move if I were you Riddle, I do not think you would like if Headmaster Dippet or Professor Dumbledore found out that you used dark magic on Hermione...your supposed wife hmm?"

Tom clenched his jaw once, he glanced over at Hermione. There eyes met, knowing that he couldn't manipulate Prince he tried to get to Hermione.

"Hermione..." Tom whispered in an alluring way. For a second Hermione actually moved to go to him, but Alastair's grip on her hand tightened and she was once again aware of her senses.

Sighing and giving one last look to Hermione Tom moved out of the way allowing both of them to walk away, covering up the hurt she had caused him.

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Tom strummed his fingers down on the armrest of his favourite chair. He had slipped about his plan to Hermione, at the beginning yes he was planning too use her to get information from the future from her but as they shared more time together he realised that he cared. At first he was disgusted that he actually had feelings especially for a mudblood, if she was a pure blood she would have been slightly more bearable. Even though it still bothered him he couldn't help but feel attracted to her, something changed within him once he saw her lying petrified on the medical bed, he had realised that every kiss they shared and every look was not out of lust or loneliness like he had thought. He was in love with Hermione Granger and seeing her with Prince broke something within him.

"Milord?" Abraxas questioned frowning at the prefects brooding form.

"What is it Malfoy, I am in no mood for you today." Tom growled back staring angrily at the pale blond.

"Forgive me milord but there's been rumours about you and the Mud- Miss Granger?" He questioned easing a perfect thin brow.

"They are none of your concern." Tom twitched uncomfortably, people were becoming a bit to nosey for their own good in this school.

"But Milord you haven't held any meetings since you got together with the mud blood!" Rosier added.

Something within Tom broke and he shot up aiming his wand straight at Rosier.
"CRUCIO!" Tom roared, his eyes blazing red as he leaned into the spell causing Rosier's screams to get stronger.

"Milord! Stop you will kill him!" Nott yelled while all the other Knights watched Tom passively, they were all use to his moods.

Tom released Rosier and stood up, he walked up to his cowering form and lifted up his chin with his boot aggressively. "You will never call her a mudblood ever again." He growled.

"Yes milord." Rosier gasped out going into a fit of coughs.

"Disgusting." Tom sneered, looking Rosier's huddled body on the floor. Giving him one last kick Tom turned to his Knights.

"Leave me, unless you'd like what happened to Rosier happen to you." He said before sitting back in his arm chair staring broodily at the fire place.

One by one all the Knights drizzled out of the common room leaving Tom Riddle to his dark thoughts.

Next chapter will be updated this Friday, this one is a small one sorry but nonetheless I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Anyways please vote/like or comment.

-Wings_Of_Fate