Hermione and Harry: Riddle in Time (Tomione/Harmione) UNEDITED

Chapter 15

That night, Harry couldn't go back to sleep. He lay wide awake. Finally, he gave up and went the common room. He saw Hermione staring at the fireplace. There was no fire burning. He slowly walked to it, and he muttered, "Incendio." Then, he muttered, "Muffliato.", and he sat beside her.

"Harry," Hermione said, "do you think what I did was right? Do you think it's right to give him what he wants?" she asked looking at his eyes.

"I don't really know 'Mione. We both know what Voldemort's capable of doing." Hermione stopped Harry.

"But it may not be Voldemort. It may just be Tom Riddle. Those were Dumbledore's words." she said.

"I don't know what we are supposed to do here, but what happens, happens. We must 'remember who their supposed to be'" he replied.

"Then, let's be ourselves. Let's show him who we are, without actually saying our past. It's Saturday tomorrow, let's go to Hogsmeade." Hermione suggested. Harry only nodded.

The next morning, Albus was surprised to see Harry and Hermione with Tom Riddle. Tom seems to be listening intently to whatever Hermione was saying, and Harry, Harry looks normal. They look normal. But everyone else is looking at them like their strangers. Harry seems to be telling them something and they laughed. Tom Riddle laughed.

Harry, Hermione and Tom are trying to ignore the staring's. Tom, starting that night, seems to be fine. Hermione was telling Tom about something when Harry noticed Dumbledore looking.

"Harry!" Hermione whispered loudly.

"Sorry, what?" he asked

"Tom was wondering, when did you learn to fly like that?" Hermione asked.

"I learned when I was eleven. No one really thought me how, I just saw then I did it." He said.

"I think it's amazing." Hermione said.

"Well, if I was you and I would also be amazed." Harry teased.

"Oh, shut up Harry. I would have learned but I just don't want to." Hermione said. They laughed at that.

Harry knows something is not right. That somehow, Riddle is playing them, but he made an unbreakable vow, he can't break that.

They went to Hogsmeade and some students are still looking at them. They arrived at the Three Broomstick. The Three Broomsticks was packed, mainly with Hogwarts students enjoying their free afternoon, but also with a variety of magical people Harry rarely saw anywhere else. Harry supposed that as Hogsmeade was the only all-wizard village in Britain, it was a bit of a haven for creatures like hags, who were not as adept as wizards at disguising themselves. They sat at a corner while Harry bought their drinks. He bought three butterbeers and went back to their table.

They drank their butterbeers and watched the other students. They saw some Gryffindors swapping chocolate frog cards, and some Hufflepuffs girls giggling. He finished his butterbeer and put it on the table.

"Tom," Hermione caught their attention, "do you want to go to Honeydukes?" she asked.

"Sure." He said.

"Harry, let's go. You might want to buy Professor Dumbledore something." She said as they stood up.

Like the Three Broomstick, Honeydukes was packed with students. Hermione and Harry, Tom following close behind them, went to the racks. There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-colored toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavor Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizbees, the levitating sherbert balls; along yet another wall were "Special Effects" sweets: Drooble's Best Blowing Gum (which filled a room with bluebell-colored bubbles that refused to pop for days), the strange, splintery Toothflossing Stringmints, tiny black Pepper Imps ("breathe fire for your friends!"), Ice Mice ("hear your teeth chatter and squeak!"), peppermint creams shaped like toads ("hop realistically in the stomach!"), fragile sugar-spun quills, and exploding bonbons. Harry squeezed himself through a crowd of sixth years and saw a sign hanging in the farthest corner of the shop (UNUSUAL TASTES).

"Nope. We are not going there Harry." Hermione said.

"Well, I want Dumbledore to try some blood-flavored lollipops, or some Cockroach Clusters." He joked.

Hermione shook her head and laughed. "Seen the Fizzing Whizbees, Tom?" said Hermione, grabbing him and leading him over to their barrel.

"And how about the Jelly Slugs? And the Acid Pops?" Harry stared broodingly into the Acid Pop box. "Reckon Dumbledore would take a bit of Cockroach Cluster if I told him they were peanuts?" he asked them.

"Harry!" Hermione said.

"What? Maybe he'll change his password to that." Harry countered. "What do you think Tom?" he asked the quiet man.

"You should do it, but make it seem like it was an accident." Tom said smiling, imagining the look on Dumbledore's face after eating it.

"Ugh! Let's buy some food, okay?" she asked them.

Tom saw Harry slips pass them to buy the Cockroach Cluster's jar. He can't help but smile when he saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. When Harry went back to them, Hermione rolled her eyes at him and muttered something like, 'son of a marauder'.

"Harry, you know I'm a prefect right?" he asked him.

"Yes, I know Tom. And I also know you wouldn't tell anyone, Merlin knows how you want to see the look on Dumbledore's face." Harry retorted.

'"How would you make him eat that without him knowing it's you, and with us seeing it?" he asked. Harry looked like he was thinking, but came out of nothing.

"'Mione?" he asked her sweetly, "do you have any idea?"

"Oh, honestly Harry!" she sighed. "Are you really related to the marauders? Are you really friends with the twin pranksters?" she asked.

"Yes, and yes." Harry answered confidently.

"Just give it to him in class, tell him Aberfort gave it. Make sure he eats it. After that, enjoy detention, like they would have." She answered.

"Okay, I'll do it." He said.

"Wait, what? I was just joking! Don't!" Hermione panicked.

"Honestly 'Mione, this is just a small thing." Harry said smiling. "And besides, you'll enjoy watching it." He said.

"Perhaps I would." Hermione muttered.

Tom stayed silent. He doesn't know what's happening. They mention some people like they both know them. But that's not the only thing that's bothering him, he's enjoying himself. Why?

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I dedicate this chapter to @Kiraz21
Thank you! I'm always inspired to write by your comments. ;)