Desperation is a state of despair, one that results in rash and extreme behaviour. It is what we resort to in the most precarious times in our lives.
It is the year 1998 Hogwarts had fallen. Under Dumbledore's order, Hermione Granger returns back...
Hermione stumbled over a root as she ran quickly through the forest, branches swiped at her from all sides yet she didn't care. All she cared about was getting to Tom's location.
Hermione stopped abruptly when she arrived at the source of the noise, she watched as the snarling Chimaera stood threatening over Tom.
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She watched in awe and horror as the serpent head/tail belonging to the Chimaera swayed back and fourth almost in a trance as Tom hissed to it.
"Psā" Tom hissed the words flowing from his lips elegantly.
He truly is insane Hermione thought as she watched the man in front of her stand boldly in front of the beast, never breaking eye contact with the serpent.
Simī hí ?
The creature asked giving Tom a suspicious look. But Tom stood stoically in front of the beast and gave it a direct reply.
"Dē Slïstrikti Eir ."
The Chimaera froze both stood solidly and diligently stared each other down, minutes passed before the beast started to slowly turn around, glancing back one more time before walking away.
Tom stared at the creature as it backed away disappearing into the dense forest. Hermione stared at Tom wondering what he had said that frighten such a vicious beast. As she was lost in her thoughts she hadn't noticed that Tom was making his way slowly towards her not until he had gently took her face into his hands. She gasped at his unexpected gentleness, his brilliant dark eyes stared at her, a flicker of emotion flashing in them.
"You are not harmed?" He asked softly turning Hermione's head side to side and examining her face closely. Hermione shook her head gently, her curls bouncing with the action. Tom raised one of his hands and gently touched her cheek.
She watched him closely suddenly worried. He was never affectionate with her, especially since he'd found out about her true heritage. She was beginning to think that he was truly bipolar.
"Tom...are you feeling well?" She asked quietly.
He looked at her blankly before his features composed and he realised that he actually let himself feel something for once.
Hermione was well aware that he hated mundane emotions, he thought they were useless and troublesome. But she new he would never be able to stop caring for her even if he tried too.
She suddenly remembered that she still had the diadem, and went to pull out the circlet. The purple gem glinted brightly as she pulled it out of her bag, she extended it towards Tom. "I found it in an old oak tree."
Tom stared at it in interest and a hint of excitement showed in his eyes. The more time they spent together the more Hermione was able to decipher his emotions more easily.
"Thank you." He spoke softly turning the diadem in his hands, his eyes flickered up to meet Hermione's. A tense silence past between the two of them, Tom's eyes flickered downwards towards Hermione's lips momentarily before flickering back up to her eyes.
She felt her heart stutter as he leaned in closer. His eyes trained on hers and his lips mere centimetres away from her own. They were so close she could feel his breath fan across her lips.
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I seemed like eternity before Tom pressed his lips gently onto hers at first, savouring how sweet she tasted. Hermione sighed gently her body tingling at the light sensation of his lips on hers. A heavy weight on her heart lifted off immediately. As their lips moved in sync she couldn't help but feel complete bliss. She had never felt anything like this before...only when she was with Ronald.
She pressed more forcefully, wrapping her arms around his neck pushing their bodies closer until there wasn't anymore space between them. Tom let out a low hiss, he gripped her waist tighter but his hands did not wander.
She could barely breathe as she tilted her head to the side, her lips parting. A tear rolled down her cheek as they parted.
Tom rested his forehead to hers. His dark eyes watched as the tear rolled down her cheek, a crease formed between his brows. He slowly lifted a hand and gently wiped it away, and as they stared at each other they both realised that where two lovers perished two more rose in their place.
