SERENDIPITY | harmione

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

• and i could be wrong about anybody else, so don't kid yourself, kid yourself •

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"Death, no matter how many times you've experienced it, hurts..."

Harry groaned, his bright green eyes snapping open. Hermione. His thoughts quickly drifted towards her, especially when she wasn't by his side. Wincing, he rubbed his scar, feeling the burning sensation again.

"H-Hermione..." Harry stuttered, fumbling for his glasses, only to realize that he didn't need any. His eyebrows furrowed as he swiftly sat up, scanning his surroundings; Hogwarts. Were they finally home?

Smiling, he slowly stood up, regaining his composure; he felt like crap. Harry groaned again, sitting back down on the soft, green bed. His emerald eyes widened; green?

"No way..." He whispered to himself, his focus drifting towards the Slytherin flag in the corner of the room. The raven-haired boy grunted, rolling his eyes; man, he hated Slytherin.

Heading over to the bathroom, he noticed that he looked the exact same, just without his round glasses. Shrugging, he searched the closet for a uniform, thinking it'd be best if he fit in. Finally, he found one, tugging off the black suit that he previously wore, and replacing it with the uniform. Harry ran a hand through his messy hair, loosely stringing his tie around his neck, for he couldn't figure out how to tie it.

He quickly left the boys dormitory, gaping as he saw the Slytherin common room; it was actually kind of cool. Harry shook off the thought, his eyes turning towards the girl dormitory's stairs; could Hermione be up there?

His question was answered as he saw Hermione exit the dormitory; a large grin spreading across his features. Harry couldn't help but notice how good she looked in her uniform; did she always look like that?

"Harry!" Hermione beamed, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

"Morning beautiful..." He murmured, planting a soft kiss against the side of her head as his arms encircled around her waist. "I was so worried-"

"—me too, you have no idea!" The curly-headed girl exclaimed, pulling apart slightly so she could look him in the eye.

"Is your arm alright?" Harry whispered, gingerly grabbing her arm, and raising her sleeves to reveal a scar. The haunting words were only faintly visible, and Harry instantly remembered what his hand looked in like 5th year.

"It hurts..." She whimpered; Harry's heart broke upon hearing this.

"Shhh, it's alright-" Harry began, looking around the common room; it was completely empty. He tenderly brushed his hands against her soft cheek; man, he was crazy about her. "—I'm here, and I won't leave."

Hermione looked satisfied with this answer, leaning up and softly brushing her lips against his. He immediately obliged, his hands traveling to her waist as he pulled her body closer to his. Harry couldn't seem to get enough; each of her kisses were like drugs and he was quickly becoming addicted. They continued kissing, rapidly tuning out their surroundings.

"Excuse me?" The two instantly pulled apart at this, their hands still entangled around each other.

"Sorry-" Hermione squeaked, making Harry chuckle; she was cute when she was embarrassed.

"You do know that I'm Head Boy?" The voice chimed again, causing Harry to turn his attention towards the boy. His eyes widened, the boy standing before them was none other than Tom Riddle.

"Public display of affection is not permitted at Hogwarts, which you should've known by now, seeing as it's the second semester!" Tom scowled at them; Harry's blood began to boil. "I'm going to write you two up for detention-"

"—wait don't!" Harry yelled, causing Hermione to turn towards him, a look of shock on her face. "Please...we, umm, just transferred here."

Riddle nodded at this, causing the couple to sigh in relief. "Alright..." He hissed, walking towards them. "But don't let me catch you two again."

With that he left the common room, shutting the two in silence.

"Mione, did you recognize him?" Harry murmured, frowning as he saw Hermione shake her head. "Remember in second year when everyone freaked out about the Chamber of Secrets and were certain that I was the next heir?" 

"Yeah..." Hermione pursed her lips, recalling hearing the memory from her best friend Ginny.

"Well, I clearly wasn't the heir, but the boy who we just saw was. Which means, that we've gone even farther back into the past."

"Who was that boy?" Hermione gulped, her arm brushing Harry's forearm softly; he grinned.

"Voldemort-"