Highest Ranking: #8 in Tomione Random updates A single tear rolled down his cheek and dropped to the dirt, mixing in with the blood and grime as he beheld her features for the first time in many years. She seemed to carry herself more surely than when they had first met, when all she was were shoulders slumped in defeat and curly brown hair. He remembered how he wished he could stare at her all day too, imagining himself drowning in those brown eyes as he tried to solve the riddle that was Hermione Granger. Her lips parted to utter a single word, a name that he had not heard in many, many years. "Tom." Around them were piles of rubble and broken bodies, fear forever etched into their faces as they were eternally silenced with the Unforgivable Curse, their bodies dropping to the mud one by one. Tom Riddle had broken his enemies when the foolish Albus Dumbledore had been murdered by one of his own, and he would break them now, over and over and over again if it meant that he would get what he had always wanted. But as he stood at the center of the raging battlefield facing the woman that he had once, or maybe still, loved- he could feel his heart break, too. ©︎ meilleursjours2018 Published: 13 January 2018 A typical Tom Riddle x Hermione Granger fanfic involving time travel and romance. (and maybe, possibly falling in love with Tom Riddle over and over again)

#180 in Fanfiction || #1 in Hermione || In the language of literature, there exists a seemingly-concrete, antonymous relationship between good and evil, light and dark, hero and monster. And yet, we often disregard the transition from one to another, in which the 'bad guy' becomes 'good.' Perhaps it was the cruel mistreatment of Tom Marvolo Riddle as a child, or maybe it was the bloodline of Slytherin's heir himself that made the boy into the 'monster' who cannot be named. Or, perhaps it was simply because he did not know that his heart would beat in such a frenzy, that his cheeks would redden like a crimson rose, and that his normally-calm facade would melt under the simple gaze of the time-travelling heroine. If I were to bet, I'd say it's the latter. But it matters not why Voldemort could not love, for this is not a story about Voldemort. This is the story of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and how he came into direct conflict and company with the 'brightest witch of her age' ... fifty-years ahead. This is the story of love's recognition, in which the force does not suddenly develop between two people, but a poignant emotion, different for each individual, is uniquely described to be 'love.' Maybe Tom Riddle never loved, much like that of Voldemort. However, as one chooses to stubbornly believe, love existed for Tom Marvolo Riddle as long as he chose to believe that he loved Hermione Jean Granger. ////// NO TRANSLATIONS ARE BEING ALLOWED AT THIS TIME DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters detailed in this book, nor any of the quotations and plot taken from "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." They belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. I do not own the individual graphics in the cover, although I do own the composition/compilation of the cover. The media I post belongs to its owners. \\\\\\