Riddle [Tomione, On Hold]

Riddle [Tomione, On Hold]

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Last published Tue, Jul 2, 2019

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter

Tagsalbusdumbledore fanfiction harrypotter hermionegranger malfoy

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)

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