Timeless Charm (Tomione fanfic)

Chamber 31: Impulsive

Tom felt the weight of each passing second as the clock in the classroom ticked relentlessly. Each tick felt like an eternity, amplifying his desire to escape the room as quickly as possible. He couldn't stand being in the same space as Hermione a moment longer. With every passing moment, he felt a rising urge to lash out, to unleash chaos upon the room. Yet, he forced himself to maintain control, to rein in his emotions.

Meanwhile, Hermione sat quietly at the back of the room, diligently writing on her paper. Tom couldn't help but wonder how many secrets she concealed behind that calm exterior. Were her actions genuine, or were they merely a facade to deceive others? Did she deliberately manipulate his emotions, leading him astray with her seemingly innocent demeanor?

As soon as the class concluded, Tom bolted out of the room, eager to put as much distance between himself and Hermione as possible. He raced through the hallways, his footsteps echoing against the stone floors. Without a second thought, he found himself at the edge of the lake, the tranquil waters offering a brief respite from the turmoil raging within him. He lay on the ground, his body wracked with pain. Confusion clouded his mind, leaving him unsure of what to do next. He closed his eyes, hoping to find some solace in the darkness.

"Tom," called Hermione's voice, cutting through the haze of his thoughts. He opened his eyes, startled by her presence.

"You seemed off a while ago," Hermione observed, her concern evident in her tone.

Tom rose to his feet and approached Hermione, his movements tense and erratic. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed her neck, his grip tightening with each passing second. Hermione's panicked voice filled the air as she called out his name repeatedly.

"Tom!" she shouted, her voice tinged with fear.

In an instant, Tom snapped out of his trance-like state. His grip loosened, and he released Hermione, his hands trembling with the weight of his actions. His heart raced in his chest as he struggled to make sense of what had just transpired.

"Tom," Hermione's voice broke through the fog of his mind once more, but this time, it was different. He realized with relief that he was waking up from a nightmare. His hands shook as he processed the vivid images that lingered from his dream.

Tom's heart pounded in his chest as he heard the piercing scream echo through the halls of Hogwarts. Without hesitation, he bolted in the direction of the sound, his feet carrying him swiftly through the corridors.

As he approached the gathering of students, a sense of dread washed over him. Among them lay a petrified body, the gravity of the situation hitting him like a physical blow. Fear gripped his body as he scanned the crowd, searching desperately for any sign of Hermione.

"Hermione?" Tom's thoughts raced as he frantically looked around, his mind consumed with worry for Hermione's well-being. Ignoring the chaos around him, he pushed his way through the crowd, his singular focus on finding her.

With each passing moment, his anxiety grew, driving him to move faster. He asked every classmate he encountered, his voice trembling with fear as he pleaded for any information about Hermione's whereabouts.

Then, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. The library. Hermione often spent her time there, lost in the world of books and knowledge. Without a moment's hesitation, Tom turned and sprinted towards the library, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and determination.

As Tom burst into the library, his chest heaving with exertion, he scanned the room frantically, his eyes searching for Hermione's familiar form. The puzzled gazes of the other students followed his hurried movements, but he paid them no mind.

Finally, his eyes landed on her, seated in her usual spot amidst the rows of books, engrossed in her reading. Relief flooded through him like a tidal wave, washing away the fear that had gripped him moments ago.

Without a second thought, Tom made his way towards Hermione, his steps quick and determined.

"Hermione" he called out her name, his voice filled with urgency.

Hermione looked up, confusion etched on her features at the sight of Tom's frenzied demeanor. Before she could utter a word, Tom leaned in and kissed her passionately, his hands gently cradling her head.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat at the suddenness of Tom's action, her mind reeling with a whirlwind of emotions. Shock, confusion, and a strange fluttering sensation in her chest all collided within her.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they shared the intimate embrace, the world around them fading into insignificance. And in that fleeting moment, Tom's impulsive gesture spoke volumes, revealing the depth of his feelings in a way words never could.

As their lips parted, Tom's eyes met Hermione's, his gaze intense and unwavering. Slowly, he released her, allowing her to catch her breath, yet his arms remained poised, ready to embrace her once more.

Their ragged breaths mingled in the air, the tension palpable between them as they stood in the midst of the library, enveloped in a cocoon of silence.

Then, without a word, Tom pulled Hermione into his arms, holding her close to his chest in a tight embrace. He could feel her heartbeat against his own, the rhythm of her pulse echoing the tumultuous emotions coursing through him.

In that moment, Tom's mind was consumed by a fierce determination. He didn't care about Hermione's deceptions or her lack of reciprocation. All that mattered was that she was in his arms now, and he would do whatever it took to keep her there.

With each passing second, his resolve solidified, his determination to make Hermione his growing stronger. He was prepared to do whatever it took, even if it meant caging her, even if it meant bending her to his will.

For Tom, in that moment, there was no turning back. Hermione was his, and he would stop at nothing to ensure that she remained by his side, no matter the cost.