Breaking Hermione

Reckless

A special shout out to tomriddleswife1 who has helped me a lot with this story. This chapter is for you.

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Hermione P.O.V

I woke up in bed. I blinked several times, coming to my senses slowly as I registered where I was.

"Oh hell no." I was in Tom's bed. I sat bolt upright and winced in pain, falling back down on the bed hopelessly. I forgot my wrist and ankle were broken. Just remembering it seemed to trigger the pain of it all back to life. I gritted my teeth and attempted to move again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I froze. Tom Riddle was leaning against his desk a few feet away. Tall, dressed entirely in black robes, the look in his eyes was intense. He really looked like the Devil himself.

"Why the hell am I here?" I demanded. I sat up again, wincing as I pushed the blankets off myself and carefully swung my legs over the side of the bed.

"No. I'm not letting you leave." Tom said quietly. "You need to rest."

"What I need," I said, "Is to get the hell away from you." I placed my feet on the ground and shakily got to my feet. My ankle protested, stabbing pains shooting up my leg.

"Impressive." Tom said coldly. "You stood up. Now try to walk."

He crossed his arms, infuriatingly placid as I painstakingly put one foot in front of the other.
Tiny white lights sprung to the corners of my vision. I looked up to see Tom stepping closer.

"Get out of my way." I took another step. And then another, inhaling sharply as I put my weight onto my broken ankle. I didn't care of course. My main concern was getting out of this place, I could focus on that later.

"Not far to go now." He said calmly. "Just another 60 steps or so."

"Go...to...hell." I wheezed.

Tom simply watched me, his dark eyes glinting predatorily in the dim light of the room.

I almost had made it to the door before I fell, landing hard on the ground. Tears of pain stung my eyes, my ankle sparking with a searing pain.

"That was exactly 6 steps. I do apologise. You might have made it if my room wasn't in such a state."

I heard his voice before I saw him, heard his footsteps coming ever so close as he approached coming to a stop directly in front of me. I didn't want to look up, because I already knew there would be an infuriatingly condescending look on his face.

"Look at me, Hermione." I clenched my jaw, looking up at him with as much loathing as I could muster.

His eyes were shining very brightly, now that I was looking at him it was hard to look away. "Are you going to resist me again?" He said quietly. "Or are you going to be a good girl and do exactly as I say?"

I looked away, focusing on the hairband around my wrist instead of looking at him.

"I hate you."

"You can lie all you want." Tom's voice was edged in amusement. "But I know you love me. I have proof."

He bent, placing something on the ground carefully beside me. A piece of parchment. I snatched it up quickly, barely aware I had moved my broken wrist until a sharp pain flared. I scanned the parchment. It was the spell I had used on him.