Breaking Hermione

With Me

how is everyone ? sry i haven't been writing much of this book but because of a few loyal fans that leave lovely comments i decided to give it another shot. thank u all so much like honestly i wish you could see how much it all means to me rn ? love you all. here's another twisted chapter ;) enjoy. ily bye

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Hermione P.O.V

Tom's eyes were gleaming, I could feel the danger and heat emanating off him. I felt scared. I'd felt fear around him before but this time was different. The adrenaline was making my senses sharper. I could pick up on everything going on around me with unnerving clarity. The sound of my own breathing. The silence around us.

"You're not going to try and stop me?" Tom's low voice said quietly. "I could do anything to you right now, and there's not a damn thing you or any of your pathetic little friends could do about it."

I yanked dress back up as best as I could, my hands shaking. It was embarrassing. I already revealed my boobs and everything it wasn't like I could preserve my dignity when it was all destroyed. I pulled a cardi out of my beaded bag. Tom watched me with faint amusement as I stuffed my arms into the sleeves and pulled it tightly over my chest.

"You're really an unusual girl." Tom Riddle said thoughtfully.

"How so?" I demanded. "Because I have self respect? Or was it because I'm standing up to some low life who likes to sexually exploit women?"

Tom regarded me, his dark eyes taking on a darker look at my choice of words.

"Because you're so innocent." His voice cut through me, edged, intense. "You seek to preserve yourself. You don't want to be like the others. Why not? What drives you to be pure unlike the rest?"

"Purity isn't what you would know." I shot back. "In fact, innocence is nothing like what any of you lot would know."

"It's rare." Tom said, after a deliberate pause. "Some people cling to innocence. But that type of person is very naïve. You strike me as someone who is academically advanced as a witch, but shuns the idea of darkness. It's quite astonishing."

"Here we go again," I rolled my eyes. "Back at it with the whole magic is only powerful when the user is evil and wants to corrupt the entire world talk."

"Open your mind, or someone else will open it for you." Tom more or less threatened me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I didn't get much of an answer but the slight mocking tilt to his lips said it all. He was obviously plotting something.

"Let's find out." Without any warning at all, Tom snatched my arm. "Only I have the power to do a lot of things. It might pay to keep that in mind." His grip was cold, an iron vice. I couldn't pull my hand back.

He withdrew his wand and touched it once to my exposed wrist.

"Get off me!"

A sharp pain shot up my arm.

"What the hell did you just to me?" I demanded, finally pulling away from him. I held my arm out. It was like I could see something inside my veins darkening- I could be sure.

"I'll put it this way," Tom said, apparently oblivious to the fact I was freaking out.
"I have the power to give life and then take it. So if you don't comply with me bad things are going to happen to you."