Through Time- TOMIONE

Two

*Not Castiels Minion's video above*
*hermione goes out of character in this story btw.*

Hermione glanced down at her time table during breakfast.  She smiled, content with the fact that Dumbledore had spoken to Dippet to make it so she had her usual classes from the future.

"What classes do you have?" Rodolphus asked, peering over her shoulder.

Veronica snatched the time table from Hermione and smirked.  "You've got the exact same classes as Tom does." She waggled her eyebrows and Hermione nearly puked at what the girl was referencing to.

"I heard my name?"  Tom sat down in the same spot as he had the night before. 

"Yes, well, Hermione here has all the same classes as you."  Veronica giggled like the flirtatious idiot that she was.  It was a no-brainer that she had the hots for Tom.  Why anyone would confused Hermione. 

"Oh?" Tom snatched the schedule from Veronica's perfect fingers and he scanned over it.

Tom looked at Hermione suspiciously and nodded.  "I'll escort you to all of them then considering you don't know your way around then."

Hermione's eyeballs nearly fell out of their sockets.  Dark Lord escort her to classes and herd her around like a sheep? No. "No thank you.  Dippet gave me a map of the school."

"Oh it won't be any bother.  It will give me time to get to know you better, Hermione." He grit his teeth together and what he said wasn't a question.  It was a statement.

Hermione gulped and nodded.  "Oh-okay..." She took a sip of pumpkin juice and set her hands in her lap.

The group continued on their conversation while Hermione felt Tom trying to break down her mental barriers. Hermione allowed Tom to see a vision of a snake Slytherin up towards him and striking him in the neck, as Tom fell to the ground foaming at the mouth.

Tom shivered slightly and shook his head, shooting a stern look at Hermione and he furrowed his brow.

He pulled back and kept his mind to himself. Hermione grinned devilishly at Tom, knowing that he didn't expect that from her.

As they finished breakfast, Tom took her by the arm, and held it tightly as he walked down an empty corridor.

"Who are you?" He growled.

"Hermione? Are we suffering from dementia here Tom?" Hermione grinned, knowing that she had just insulted the Dark Lord.

"You know damned well what I mean, Granger, now who are you." He pinned her against the wall, wand to throat.

Hermione simply kneed him in he balls and he tumbled to the floor in agony. "I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you." Hermione walked off down the hall.

Oh how Tom didn't know how literal that phrase was in his case. Hermione found herself in potions class with Professor Slughorn. The man was fairly short and stump with a bald spot in the middle of his head. He was friendly to say the least, and he had a cheerful aura.

Slughorn took attendance and furrowed his brow. "Has anyone seen Mr Riddle?"

"Last time I saw him, he was in the hallways." Hermione stated innocently.

"Oh." Slughorn muttered to himself. "You must be Hermione Granger?" He asked.

"Yes, I am." She sucked her head embarrassed by the attention she now had gathered.

"I went through your files from Beauxbatons. You were top of your classes, and top student in the whole school?"

Hermione's mouth went dry. Dumbledore. He must've made false files.