- Part 4 -

Tom Riddle.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Hermione knew his face had looked familiar, but never, in any moment of her life, did she think she'd end up face to face with such a man, let alone sharing the two same Marks.

The Darkest, smartest, and most talented wizard in the entire world...was her Soulmate.

"Why do you keep me here like this?" Hermione asked one day.

Her breath was ragged, her heartbeat loud and thick in her ears as she felt herself take a step backwards with kiss swollen lips.

Weeks had passed that she had been kept here, in this manner, like a prison. She didn't know where they were, in all of the world, but she knew the people inside of it.

She had come to learn the names of the other Death Eaters that came and went between discussing "business" with Tom and spending time together dining in the rather large dining room and smoking cigarettes in the parlor.

She had come to learn the names of many, besides Bellatrix, such as Draco's cousin Abraxas who was thought to be dead, a questionable bald but young man named Avery who was quiet but bore forever-horrified gray eyes, the two men who had captured her from that alley - Jerron and Weston, and two suspicious chestnut-haired twins by the name of Cass and Pearson.

Strangely enough, everyone had been either quiet around Hermione, or oddly friendly, witch all similar patronizing attitudes.

She knew they knew she was muggle-born, which was what kept her awake at night, tossing and turning and fearing for what would come the next day, wondering how long she'd be kept here...and unable to keep Tom from being in her mind.

But right now, this very moment, was one of many that had happened over the past week.

Slowly, a sexual tension built up between her and Tom, regardless of whether or not either one of them had wanted such feelings, and neither did. Hermione recalled times where she'd be sitting at the kitchen island, drinking tea and reading a book she was allowed to borrow from the manner's library, and Tom would be there and all she could think about was either what his hair would feel like between her fingers, or if his lips were really as soft as they appeared to be.

Sometimes, they'd be talking with heated words and no matter how many questions Hermione asked, they were never answered. Tom would reach his hand out, almost as if he wanted to stroke her cheek or to grab a lock of her curls to twist between his fingers. And sometimes, he'd step close to her, so suddenly and out of nowhere, as if he were about to pull her against him and kiss her.

But Tom Riddle was a man of control up until now.

Hermione felt the wall of the hallway brush up against her back and she leaned against it, trying to catch her breath as Tom followed her and closed the distance between them once more. He trapped her face between his slender hands and kissed her again, ignoring the question she had asked.

She wanted to push him away, she really did. She wished she had her wand, that she could curse this man into oblivion. Most of all, she wanted to slap him across the cheep, to punch him square in the jaw, but her body reacted too quickly to his kiss for a second time.

After all, this was a side effect of connecting with your Soulmate, the loss of inhibitions and the sensitivity.

He slid a hand down from her cheek and wrapped an arm around her, pressing her into the wall and holding her close to him as he delv his tongue between her lips to twist against hers as she moaned into the kiss and gave in almost as if she were melting into his embrace.

The way his arm held her, the way his body felt against hers…

Waves of arousal pulsed through her body and she couldn't breathe again.

Weakly, she tried to push him away from her. She didn't know why she tried to begin with, being that Tom was stronger than her.

But this…

She made a noise of disapproval in the kiss, but nothing would do. Nothing until her palm finally collided with his cheek and sent a slap echoing through the hallway.

Tom suddenly pulled away from her and Hermione covered her mouth, an apology on the tip of her tongue.

Tom's eyes had darkened as he put a hand to his now-red cheek, his eyebrows knitted together. Hermione wasn't sure if he was confused, angry, or worried.

But when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up so she could wrap her legs around him, he pushed open a door and carried her inside it to reveal his bedroom. It was twice the size of any of the bedrooms inside the manner-the master bedroom. Hermione knew this from the times she had returned a borrowed item to Avery or to Bellatrix and had seen the insides of their rooms, which proved to be the same size as hers, only personalized a bit.

Tom's room consisted of a large four-poster with matching dressers, a vanity, and a door slightly opened to reveal a bathroom.

She had to tear her lips away from his to look at the room, but Tom couldn't keep his lips off of her as he moved them down and found her neck. She cried out from the sweet sensation it gave her, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt him turn her around, and then she was falling.

"I hate you," he said as she opened her eyes and found herself laying on the bed and Tom was already descending down for another kiss as he hastily tried ripping at his clothing and the dress Bellatrix had let her borrow. He managed to unbutton it without ruining it as he pulled it away from her and revealed her bra-clad breasts and the thin layer of lacy underwear she wore.

When his lips were at her neck again, she opened her eyes and looked down at him, seeing bits and pieces of the fact that he had successfully unbuttoned his oxford and ripped his tie off without any harm to the poor articles of clothing as they sat discarded beside them along with her dress.

And then he was greedily pulling down her bra until her breasts popped from from the tops of them. Tom cupped a breast in his hand and pinched her nipple lightly, causing Hermione to cry out as her body writhed beneath him. He held her in place with his legs as he sat astride her, trapping her beneath him. And then his mouth found her other nipple and he sucked on it. A tight sensation coiled in her stomach and her muscles down south clenched.

I want him, I truly do. I need him.

There wasn't even much time before he had undid his trousers, pushed her panties aside, and pressed into her slick opening easier than expected. She couldn't remember the last time she had been with a man, one of the ones she had met back at some pub where she usually went to after a bad day at work.

"Oh…" she whined as he slid into her, beginning to move his hips as if he desired her more than anything in all of the universe. He was quick as he pulled her bra from her and pressed his naked torso against hers.

The sensation of his naked torso pressed against hers made her shiver.

Like puzzle pieces.

No, stop that.

Tears formed in her eyes between the level of pleasure she felt, how perfect and right this felt, and the fact that the biggest enemy to what she grew up standing for-the man who killed so many, such as Harry's parents, was fucking her and all she could do was moan for him and claw at his back as he grunted and bit into her neck hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to draw blood.

For the first time, she didn't have to reach down to play with her clit, he alone made her come and she twisted from the height of the orgasm as she cried out his name, her voice bouncing off the walls of the bedroom as Tom pounded her a few more times before he froze, his hips trembled, and he hissed out her name as she felt his hot seed spill into her.

"You're mine," Tom stressed as he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. His eyes were possessive and his grip unforgiving, surely bruising.

She hadn't the ability to refuse him.

Nor did she as he practically forced her to stand by her side for the years to come, as if she had disappeared off the face of the world and only existed behind the walls of the manner and in the arms of her Dark Soulmate.