Haters gonna hate (c)
Hermione looked down at Ginny and back at Tom in fear. Ginny’s body was getting colder by the second, and Hermione couldn’t do anything about it. She looked at Tom to see any sign of guilt, but he showed nothing of the sort.
“Why her?” she muttered, folding her arms.
“You know how much misery she used to cause you, Hermione, this is a simply revenge,” he replied.
“It was a silly little crush!” she argued, “She shouldn’t have to die for it!”
“In her death, I can stay here. With you. Being a memory in a diary isn’t all that exciting, I admit. I have come learn about you, Hermione, your manner, your sarcasm, your brain. Also, your beauty is a perk,” he cornered her against the wall, arms on either side. Hermione’s heart rate increased. She couldn’t believe she’d fell in love with someone, especially Tom Riddle through a book and now he was standing in front of her, in the flesh.
“I-I-I can’t let you go back there Tom. Not now.” she whispered, her hand stroking his face tenderly. Her gut hurt with the burden of letting Ginny die like that; on the stone floor with nobody to ever find her, “We need to make it like she drowned Tom, quickly, grab her legs,” she said quickly. He did so, without a trace of emotion about the matter.
Disposing of Ginny’s body had to be the worst thing Hermione had ever done. She felt the tears in her eyes, as Tom lowered her down into the sewage. She turned back to Tom, who was wearing a triumphant smirk. It wasn’t about Ginny’s death at all, more about the fact he was with an equal like himself.
His arms wrapped around Hermione’s waist before he leaned forward and whispered, “Let’s see if you kiss as good as you look.”(с)
“Why her?” she muttered, folding her arms.
“You know how much misery she used to cause you, Hermione, this is a simply revenge,” he replied.
“It was a silly little crush!” she argued, “She shouldn’t have to die for it!”
“In her death, I can stay here. With you. Being a memory in a diary isn’t all that exciting, I admit. I have come learn about you, Hermione, your manner, your sarcasm, your brain. Also, your beauty is a perk,” he cornered her against the wall, arms on either side. Hermione’s heart rate increased. She couldn’t believe she’d fell in love with someone, especially Tom Riddle through a book and now he was standing in front of her, in the flesh.
“I-I-I can’t let you go back there Tom. Not now.” she whispered, her hand stroking his face tenderly. Her gut hurt with the burden of letting Ginny die like that; on the stone floor with nobody to ever find her, “We need to make it like she drowned Tom, quickly, grab her legs,” she said quickly. He did so, without a trace of emotion about the matter.
Disposing of Ginny’s body had to be the worst thing Hermione had ever done. She felt the tears in her eyes, as Tom lowered her down into the sewage. She turned back to Tom, who was wearing a triumphant smirk. It wasn’t about Ginny’s death at all, more about the fact he was with an equal like himself.
His arms wrapped around Hermione’s waist before he leaned forward and whispered, “Let’s see if you kiss as good as you look.”(с)