Alright folks! I'm back and ready! Happy New Year! So I originally wanted this for Tomione fest but that didn't pan out as I wanted. So I'm bringing it here and making it to a full length story. Keep in mind Tom is 25 in this fic. I changed his birth year. ALSO: Hermione is a bit OOC due to it being 1953. So she doesn't have the same experience you'd expect out of CANNON Hermione. Its a very different time period. I do hope you all enjoy and leave your thoughts in the review section. This going to be very Au. Also this is rated M: Adult situations so please read at your own risk. As I don't censor anything. *winks* Edited.

~Forces of Nature~

Professor Tom Riddle

The high council of magic stared down at the 4ft of parchment laid out before him. Going over the record of Tom Marvolo Riddle. There across the room sat a young man, tall and dark haired. Eyes of dark stormy blue stared at the old man. His professional robes was black and impeccable.

"So Mr. Riddle correct me if I'm wrong. I just need to validate everything. You were born 1928 of December 31st?" The Old man asked.

"Correct, Sir." Tom didn't hesitate.

The high council nodded and proceeded. "Your current employment is at Hogwarts?"

Tom pursed his lips. "Yes."

"You are also a half-blood."

Inwardly Tom bristled, his fingers itching to curse the old fool.

"Correct, Sir." He said calmly.

Another check to the parchment. The older man peered at Tom, eyes serious.

"You are aware of the new law starting after this year. All half-bloods are to be wedded to muggle born witches. You will be appointed a bride by the high council of magic. The form I receive will let me know of who and we will continue from there." He said clearing his throat.

Then a few knocks hit the door. Tom peered curiously as a short middle aged woman strode forward with an envelope at hand. She gave the high council a timid smile and left the envelope in front of him. The woman left without a word.

Slowly the old man opened it, skimming through the parchment. A wry smile forming his lips.

"It appears your bride has been chosen for you. A young woman by the name of Hermione Granger. Though it seems that she just transferred to Hogwarts. She is a student. However, this is her final year and will be of age next month. I'm aware that there are rules against student-teacher relationships. Allow me to be frank Mr. Riddle, in no circumstances are you to pursue a physical relationship until after her graduation. You may have a meeting with her explaining what is to be expected for the upcoming year. As of now she will remain your intended. Is this clear, Mr. Riddle?"

The dark haired man let the words sink in, his face a calm expression but inwardly he was fuming. Bloodly ridiculous.

"Very clear, Sir."

The high council cleared his throat with a slight nod.

"Then you are free to go. Also there is a document that your intended needs to fill out. Grab it before you leave this department." His tone was dismissive.

Tom stood up, he hated this. He no doubt he would hate the girl as well.

A Month Later

Hermione let out a breath of relief as she made it onto Hogwarts ground. The air was crisp as she strode forward to the entrance. She no doubt this year would be interesting. America had been her home for the longest time but she was ready to begin anew. Determination in her step, she went through the doors. Light brown eyes took in the surroundings, appreciating the unique building that is Hogwarts. An older man waited for her, a smile on his features.

"You must be Hermione Granger. Pleasure to meet you." His tone was light. Hermione gave a nod of conformation.

"Likewise, are you Headmaster Dippet?" She inquired curiously.

He nodded and gestured her.

"Yes, do come forward. Must get you sorted. I imagine this will be a vast difference from your time in America. I'm sure you will catch on pretty quickly here." He stated while pushing the door open to the great hall. Hermione felt eyes on her immediately as she followed him to a stool. There were students watching from the tables with unveiled curiosity.

Headmaster Dippet gestured for her to take a seat in the center. Hermione took a seat, biting her lower lip nervously. While at her previous school, Wainwright Deacon of Magic was grand in its own sense, this was beyond. She continue to scan the room as the man spoke.

"Staff and students, here we just received our first transfer student from Wainwright Deacon of Magic, in America. Allow me to introduce, Hermione Granger." He stated as he grabbed the sorting hat from the table. "Let us begin to sort her to her house." The hat was placed on her head.

A shiver went over her as a voice drifted within her mind. 'Well well, you are definably a promising student. Highly intelligent, not to mention a bit witty, however you have a courageous streak about you. I know you done your research of the houses here. You previously were a spinx core. Top of your year, a shame for them. Though you will succeed better here. I pronounce you.' The voice suddenly boomed out.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

A series a voices cheered on, applauding her. Some of the other shooting glares as she stood up. Hermione took a seat at the Gryffindor table where a man bout her age gave her a friendly smile. His dark hair was messy and deep green eyes were warm.

"Welcome Hermione. I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He spoke from across the table.

She smiled back.

"Nice to meet you, Harry."

Tom Riddle watched his intended take a seat at the Gryffindor table. His expression stony, but calculating. If anything she was fairly attractive he noted. When she first came in, she carried herself with liquid determination. The dark robes accented her womanly figure quite nicely. The long curls of caramel color hair was pulled up. Her dark brown eyes were lit with amusement as she chatted away with the potter boy. He bit back a scowl. Out of all the houses to be placed in, Gryffindor. Though could've been worse. She could've been a Hufflepuff. Tom would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to finding more about her. As of now, she was still unaware that she is his. That is a conversation he would have with her later.

Later on

Hermione walked into the girl's dormitory taking a seat on her bed where her trunk was. She felt exhausted. Sure the feast was delicious and the company was friendlier then she expected, but it felt like so much has happened in such a short amount of time.

"Hey Hermione, you okay?" A soft voice spoke from the other side of the room.

The young woman glance at the red headed girl whom introduced herself as Ginny Weasley earlier.

"Yeah just mentally preparing myself for tomorrow. I got herbology, charms and potions to start off." She said wryly.

Ginny strode towards her a smirk on her face.

"I heard that you made top ranks in America. So I think you'll do just fine here."

Ginny sat next her noticing a sudden pecking at the window. She opened the window and a black owl came through. Its yellow eyes peered at Hermione as it dropped an ivory envelope at her.

"Well you aren't surely my owl. Wonder who he belongs to." She said curiously. Hermione noted fine penmanship of her name on the envelope.
After tearing it, she read slowly.

'Miss Granger,

I request that we meet tomorrow evening at 4 in my office. I've much to discuss with you. Please be on time. Password is Ventus.

Professor Riddle

P.S The owl, Nero belongs to me. Please give him a treat before returning him. He gets peckish.'

Hermione frowned in confusion. 'Whatever for? Who is Professor Riddle?'

She stood up and lifted her trunk open, digging through. A plastic jar full of treats came to view. She pulled a couple out. The owl chirping in delight.
Ginny opened the window after the owl finished. Hermione bit her lip.

"So who is Professor Riddle?" She asked

A flush colored the red headed witch a shy smile coming to view.

"One of the most attractive Professor in the school. Seriously his looks alone is enough to draw anyone in. Though he has a way of teaching especially with a voice like that." She said hurriedly.

Hermione cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Well then, tomorrow should be interesting. All he did was request a meeting."

Ginny looked at her incredulously.

"Why? He isn't even our head of house. In fact our head of house is Professor Dumbledore; who is the Transfiguration Professor." She pointed out.

That definitely caught Hermione's attention.

"Which house?" She pressed, curiously.

Ginny bit her lip.

"Slytherin. Which is why I'm confused. Maybe he wants to offer you a higher course. As far as professors go here you'll notice that the interesting ones are Professor Riddle, and Professor Camus. Though I just received word that we have a new Ancient Runes Professor starting tomorrow. You see our original Professor Humpfrey passed away recently. It was sudden but he will be missed." She said sadly.

Hermione observed her, understanding.

"That's horrible, I'm sorry."

"I'm sure he would've liked you." Ginny said softly as she moved to her bed.

A yawn came out of her mouth. Hermione felt her eyes drop as her back touched the bed. Tomorrow will come.

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Tom shut the door of his office, wards going up immediately. Sunlight was starting to seep through the halls. There was barely any sound. Students still asleep at this early hour. He relished the fact, as he went into the great hall for some breakfast. He nearly did a double take as he spotted Hermione with her back towards him, face down reading what appeared to be a thick blue tome. How curious.

He passed her to his usual seat at the far end of the table. Automatically a cup of black tea and some pastries appeared before him. Bittersweet, just how he liked it. He also noticed that she still didn't acknowledge him in any shape or form. Must be a very good book if she is immersed.

Tom brought the cup to his lips and let the liquid flow down. He made an appreciative sound and suddenly her eyes landed on him. Confusion alit those brown eyes. Then a small smile. Good girl. Tom tilted his head and bit into the soft pastry, the custard sliding down to his lower lip. He held her gaze as he licked it with a single movement. She flushed and opened the book again. Predictable. Tom smirked whilst stirring his tea. He gather she was still finding it hard to look at him. After a few more bites he stood up, noting that her body froze and she tried hard not to look at him. He shook his head as he moved past her only to look over his shoulder.

"Remember 4 pm, Miss Granger. Have a good day." He said politely with a swish of his robes.

Hermione let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding in. That's him. Professor Riddle. A heavy weight settled into her stomach. It didn't make sense to her. Why couldn't he introduce himself like a normal professor? She felt her cheeks warm up as she recalled the way he licked his lips. Ginny wasn't lying.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on. It wasn't the work no. It was this unnerving feeling at the pit of her belly. Hermione didn't understand how one person she didn't even know could make her feel so unsteady. She held onto her bag tightly, as she whispered Ventus to his office. It wasn't hard to find. Harry pointed out that it was in the dungeons, right as you made it to the bottom of the staircase.

Hermione didn't hide her intrigue of his office space. There were books everywhere. The lighting wasn't quite dim per se, but it wasn't full of the brightness of her dorm. The wall was adorn with tasteful art and portraits as well as framed documents. A noise caught her attention and she turned to see Nox perched on a stand, observing her with those vibrant yellow eyes.

"Well hello to you, Nox." She spoke softly with a smile.

The owl hawked at her. Hermione was about to reach her hand to touch him. A cold hand batted hers away.

"I wouldn't do that. He bites strangers, Miss Granger." A cool masculine voice drawled from behind her.

She turned swiftly staring up into dark blue eyes. Her heart was hammering at a fast pace. He was dressed in all black, his pale features bringing out the blue hues. His dark hair seemed longer than what she seen from that morning. She couldn't deny that he had a striking presence.

"You startled me, Professor." She responded folding her arms.

He gave her a apologetic smile.

"Please have a seat. I know you are most likely full of questions." He pulled the chair with a flick of his hand. Hermione sat down, still feeling the full weight at her belly.

Tom sat across from her pulling out an envelope. He also pulled out a series of documents from a folder. He skimmed through and looked at her beneath long lashes. There was silence. Then he gave a thoughtful hum, his fingers tapping the desk.

"There is no easy way to go about this." He started off and looked at her. If anything she looked more than alarmed by his words. She furrowed her brows.

"What are you trying to say, Professor Riddle?" She could feel the dread, her palms starting to sweat. He gave her a cold smile. Gauging her reaction.

"There is a new law starting next year that all muggle born witches of age to be wedded to half-blooded wizards. Hermione, you been selected as my intended." His words sounded so calm yet she could detect a faint underlying of coldness.

The color drained from her face. Hermione hastily stood up. Disbelief running through. No. No. No. She had so much to gain. There's no way she could get married. Not mention her professor at that. Still he was a complete stranger.

"Sit down, Hermione." His voice was hard all of sudden.

"You are my professor! There is no way!" She said as she sat back down.

He scoffed at her.

"You are of age and graduating next year. I need your signature on these forms." His tone was final.

Hermione felt sick as he pushed the envelope towards her. She opened it, reading through the document. It made this all the more worst. She would lose her freedom. Hermione clutched her hand into a fist, taking everything in.

Tom watched her steadily. He could feel her inner dilemma. It wasn't like he was happy about the prospect either. Still his hands were tied. They would be wed next year.

"How can you be so calm about this?" She all but sneered

"You know there are plenty of witches who would love to be in your place." He stated as a matter of fact.

Hermione glared at him, her magic flaring.

"I'm not like the other witches. I want my freedom."

Tom handed her the ink and quill, dark blue eyes hard.

"I can't promise you that I'll be a good husband but I can promise you that you will learn a lot from me. Sign them, Hermione." He said in cool voice.

She sighed and took the quill. The ringing in her ear made her bite her tongue hard. A coppery taste filled her mouth. She was going to be a Riddle come next year. The weight in her belly was more evident now as she signed her name.

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Well I hope everyone enjoyed this! I promise more stuff is going to go down! You'll see! Anyhow share your thoughts! Till next time!