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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Hermione_Granger/Tom_Riddle
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Tom_Riddle
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Alternate
      Universe_-_Time_Travel, Time_Travel, Time_Turner, Dubious_Consent,
      Dubious_Morality, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Underage_Rape/Non-con, Smut,
      Het, Underage_Sex, Not_Canon_Compliant
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      Published: 2016-08-16 Words: 3567
****** Bloody Aphrodisiac ******
by Selah_Grace_(ohselah)
Summary
     Hermione abuses the power of her time-turner, but it hurts her more
     in the long run when she realizes that she miscalculated. How will
     she fare in enemy territory?
Notes
     Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created
     and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not
     limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, and Raincoast Books,
     and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or
     trademark infringement is intended.
     Author's Note: Read the warnings. No, really. Lots of triggers here.
     Potentially writing a sequel or continuing.
Curiosity was often said to have killed the cat. Obviously, Hermione Granger
heard the idiom often, but she paid little mind to it. She always went out of
her way to satisfy her natural curiosity, and she was a very curious girl.

In the middle of her third year at Hogwarts, she found herself swamped with
too many classes. Hermione needed something to help her with the workload. She
could handle all of the knowledge, but the schedule was baffling; she needed
to take Transfiguration at the same time as Arithmancy, Divination at the same
time as Ancient Runes and more.

Her blessing came in the form of Professor McGonagall; she gifted her with a
time-turner, a powerful and dangerous object in the wrong hands. Hermione
gladly signed the parchment dictating that she was to use the time-turner for
educational purposes only unless instructed otherwise by Headmaster Dumbledore
or Professor McGonagall.

Therefore, when she came up with her brilliant plan, she saw no reason not to
use the gift her professor had bestowed upon her. Hermione was simply
satisfying her thirst for knowledge, so it counted as educational. Right?

Hermione knew better than to guess at time-turners. If she ended up in the
wrong time period, it would be extremely dangerous. Not that it's not
dangerous visiting Tom Riddle in his school years, she mused. She needed to be
precise to travel back to Tom Riddle's fifth year at Hogwarts--before he
opened the Chamber of Secrets, of course. She could spare a couple of hours;
that was splitting hairs. Hermione calculated it to 437, 700 hours to travel
exactly fifty years into the past--to 1943.

It was quite a lot of work to turn the time-turner so much. That was where her
wand came into the picture. Hermione smiled as she held her wand over the
time-turner, moving it in a gentle swish-and-flick motion and then
concentrating it into a series of complicated movements. Yes, she loved her
beautiful, wonderful wand. She whispered the incantation, watching with bright
eyes as the time-turner set into motion. The spell and the wand movements had
been simple enough to learn, but then she was known as the brightest girl of
her age.

Over four hundred thousand ticks of the time-turner later, Hermione saw time
and space moving past her in a whirlwind. She caught no one of it, no matter
how hard she tried to get a glimpse of what happened. Everything just moved
too quickly. Not even a second later, Hermione found herself staring at the
same old red and gold curtains around her bed. There was nothing different
about them. For a second, she almost doubted that she had travelled back in
time.

A yawn came from the other side of the curtains. She could make out the shadow
of a girl stretching just outside. What could she do? Hermione's eyes widened
with fear as the girl opened the curtains and slipped inside. She turned
around, coming face to face with Hermione, and shrieked with fear, falling
back against the curtains.

Shit! Hermione thought, cursing her lack of foresight. What had she been
thinking when she decided to travel back in time in the Gryffindor girls'
dorm? Secrecy was key where time was concerned. She tried to breathe normally,
but she heard the other girls rustling out of their beds as she was thinking.
What could she do?

"Obliviate!" she whispered hastily, choking as she watched the sparks fly from
her wand. The other girl's face went blank; she just stood there as Hermione
panicked. What had she done? She squeezed her eyes shut, her faced crooked
with guilt. She could have erased her memories entirely. Forever. She had no
idea what she had done. But she needed to get away before she had to hurt any
more of the girls.

She heard the sound of footsteps outside of the curtains. Hermione bit her
tongue until it bled. She needed to get out quickly. Invisibility spell? Yes!
Invisibility spell! she thought, searching her mind for the right incantation.
God, she hoped she was right. Praying her instincts would not fail her, she
lifted her wand and breathed out, "Inexstare!"

Hermione looked down as the footsteps reached the curtains. Her heart fell out
of her chest. She could still see herself. The other girls gathered around the
girl she Obliviated. One of the girls screamed like someone had just cast the
Cruciatus curse on her. Hermione stood, glued to the floor, finally feeling
the weight of her actions crashing down on her. The girl wrapped herself
around the other, sobbing and rocking her. "Doris? Doris! DORIS! Talk to me!"
she begged, shaking the girl, Doris, violently.

A gentle whispering started through the close circle of girls, and Hermione
could hear parts of their bewildered conversation.

"I wonder what happened to her..."

"Who did this to her?"

"Why would someone do this to her, of all people? ... such a nice girl."

"Alice, please stop crying! She'll be fine!"

Even though her heart ached with sympathy, filled with shame, and burst open
with guilt, Hermione still felt a small jolt of triumph and jubilation at the
realization that her spell had worked. She was invisible.

The other girls crowded around Alice, who continued sobbing as she clung to
Doris, through the Fat Lady's portrait. Hermione followed them as quietly as
she could, tip-toeing closely behind the group of Gryffindor girls. One girl,
who looked suspiciously like Lavender, glanced around them edgily. "Did anyone
of you hear that?" The other girls looked at her like she was insane. One of
them made a quip about how Shirley must be hearing things, which made the
others break out into tittering laughter--all of them except Shirly, Alice,
and of course, Doris. Hermione's heart sunk again. She would never be able to
forget her mistake.

Please let her be fine. Please, God. Let her recover from this.

Alice wiped her face on her sleeves, as she held onto Doris with her arm,
recovering slowly from her weeping. "We have to find Professor Dumbledore q-
quickly," she said, her voice shaking. "There could be something seriously
wrong with her!"

The Gryffindor girls started on their way to Dumbledore's office, while
Hermione checked the corridors, grateful to have the evidence of her failure
out of her face for the time being. She ran down the stairs, remembering the
route Harry, Ron, and she took on their way to Slytherin last year.

Upon reaching the dungeons, Hermione came upon a lone Slytherin boy. Her heart
beat a little faster as she moved closer toward him, entranced. He looked
similar to Harry, in a way; taller and more handsome than Harry, older and
more mature than Harry, but there was something that reminded her of him. She
just wished she could put her finger on it.

Hermione sucked in a startled breath as the Slytherin boy's hand twitched. He
drew out his wand with practiced ease and pointed it straight at her, as
though he could see right through her invisibility spell. "Pertrificus
totalus!" he said coldly.

She remembered nothing else as her limbs locked tightly together and she fell
to the ground as a dead weight, hitting the back of her head against the stone
floor of Hogwarts.

                                 ::: ::: :::


Hermione opened her eyes slowly, fighting against the pain that blossomed at
the back of her head. Her vision was blurred slightly because of the fall she
had taken. She glanced around the room, blinking furiously, unable to figure
out where she was. Her stomach twisted with panic and her breathing became
labored. Where the hell was she?

As her vision cleared, her pain lessening, Hermione observed her surroundings.
It looked similar to the dungeons, but it was damp and almost green like mold
had grown into the cracks over the years. It was also very dark, for which she
almost felt grateful; the light would most certainly hurt her eyes.

She could only guess where she was--and there was only one place in Hogwarts
she had never seen: the Chamber of Secrets.

Sitting up gingerly, Hermione winced as her head ached and she became dizzy,
but she set her jaw. She needed to get out of this dungeon.

"Well, well, well... Looks like your little charm has worn off."

Hermione froze in place, her entire body feeling cold. She dared not turn
around for fear of becoming entranced by him again. There was only one person
who could open the Chamber of Secrets. She heard his footsteps coming closer
to her and closed her eyes tightly. He chuckled as he stood directly behind
her, resting one of his hands on her shoulder. He let his hand trail down to
her chest as he came to stand in front of her.

Her eyes snapped open, looking first down at his hand and then glancing up
into his eyes. He smirked as his gaze caught hers and he stood back, allowing
her to get a better look at him. His eyes were a dark and brilliant emerald,
so much darker than Harry's eyes had been; his jet black hair was slicked back
in a style that Hermione admired much more than she thought of Malfoy's hair;
it showed off his pale, stunning face.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously at her; Hermione's fingers twitched violently
against the floor. "I've never seen you around here," he said sharply. "I know
everyone at Hogwarts."

"Perhaps you simply overlooked me. I don't like to draw attention to myself,"
Hermione said flippantly, breaking off eye contact with the handsome fellow.
Instead, she stared at his lips, which curled up into a deadly smirk.

"I overlook no one, especially not girls who can't handle an invisibility
charm without alerting a teenage boy to her presence." He smiled charmingly,
looking more predatory than she had ever seen him, and held out his hand for
her to take. "My name is Tom Riddle."

Hermione took his hand, accepting his help in pulling her up to her feet, but
hissed as pain shot up her spine. Her mind clouded with pain so much that she
could scarcely think about answering him. This was Tom Riddle. And the Chamber
of Secrets was open. Blast her calculations!

"I believe that was an invitation for you to introduce yourself as well, but
since you will not do it willingly..." Tom reached into his robe, took out his
wand, and jabbed it against Hermione's throat. "Tell me what I wish to know!

"What is your name?"

Hermione's eyes and mind glazed over; she began reciting facts for him in a
monotonous voice. "Hermione Jane Granger."

"Where did you come from?"

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Tom blinked in shock. "How old are you? When is your birthdate?"

"I'm fourteen years old. My birthday is on the nineteenth of September, 1979."

"Stop!" Tom ordered angrily, his dark emerald eyes blazing.

Her eyes cleared and she stumbled away from him, panic and dread growing. Her
stomach twisted into knots. "What did you do to me?" she asked, her voice
shaky. She wrapped her arms around her abdomen, wanting to be rid of the cold,
empty feeling inside of her.

He smiled, looking proudly down at his wand. "I like to experiment with the
Dart Arts. That was a modification of the Imperius curse. You can't have an
endless supply of Veritaserum." Tom shrugged. "This was the next best thing."
Narrowing his eyes, which gave them a snake-like quality, Tom sneered at her.
"What the hell are you doing in 1943? I believe it was 1993 if arithmetic
doesn't fail me. This is fifty years out of your way, girl."

She remained silent and turned her head away, a distant look in her eyes. How
was she supposed to tell him what her purpose was? She made a mistake--
a horrible, terrible mistake. She teared up, her eyes stinging. How could she
have been so bloody stupid? First, that Doris girl... now this.

"Follow me," Tom demanded and Hermione, despite her mind screaming at her,
obeyed him. What else could she do at this point? He had her wand. Tom led her
into a room, darker than the rest of the rooms, but there were a couple of
candles that stood on either side of the wall where four handcuffs were
attached to chains.

"No," she whispered, backing out of the door where she had come. Tom's arm
shot out and grabbed her, pulling her back inside. "No!" He pointed his wand
at the door; it slammed shut behind them with a small clicking noise, trapping
her inside of the room with him. "NO!" She kicked and pulled against him.

Tom chuckled at her passionate struggle, dragging her behind him like she was
nothing. "So, it was Hermione, right? Do you often make it a habit of going
off finding trouble like this? You must be a Gryffindor, traipsing back in
time and letting someone see you. You foolish little girl. You let the wrong
person see you," Tom whispered softly as he let go of her, walking to the
wall. There was a small door; Tom opened it.

Her eyes went wide at the sight before her; snakes spilled forth from the hole
in the wall, dozens of them hissing and angry, trying to twist from the clumps
they were stuck in. "Meet my pets, Hermione." His voice took on an odd,
teasing tone. He was demented. "I think they want to play. And you, well... I
don't think you have much of a choice."

Frozen with shock, Hermione stood still as one of the snakes slithered up her
leg. However, her fear finally choked out as Tom pushed her back against the
wall, leaning very close. He whispered in her ear, "Don't be frightened,
Hermione. They don't bite unless I tell them to do so."

Hermione screamed in frustration. This had not been her plan! She started
sobbing. All she wanted to do was help her friends and learn about travelling
back in time. Tom took her wrist and lifted it into the handcuff before
following suit with the other hand. She cried tears of defeat as he did this,
but she lost her fighting spirit, knowing her attempts to escape would be
futile. "Hush, darling. I'll take good care of you. You'll like it." He
smirked. "I promise."

He pressed his wand against her clothed chest and whispered an incantation;
her robes and underclothes pooled around her ankles. Hermione shivered as her
body was exposed to the cold air of the Chamber. Tom snickered, caressing his
wand against her chest. Tom cupped her right breast in his hand and brushed
his thumb over her perky nipple. "Your breasts are perfect, Hermione. Has
anyone ever told you that?" Tom whispered. Hermione's face flushed; despite
the chilly atmosphere of the Chamber, she was on fire. She was burning with
lust, squirming as she became wet in a place she had barely ever explored.

Tom's head was no longer level with her own; he bent down and sucked her
nipple into his mouth, brushing his teeth against it, then he bit down.
Hermione struggled against her bonds, the tingling in her body and the
hardness of her nipples driving her insane. "Tom... Tom," Hermione panted, her
eyes clenched shut and her head thrown back. Tom's mouth left her body and,
suddenly, there was no warmth. Her body was left open to the chilled air. She
whined loudly, thrusting forward. She wanted his warmth back.

"Hush, Hermione. I'll take care of you," he said, his voice consoling her, and
he was beside her again. He held a dagger in his hand. Fear clenched in her
stomach.

"W-what are you going to do with that?" Hermione said, wishing she had never
wondered about Tom Riddle or the Chamber of Secrets.

Tom smirked and angled the dagger delicately against her breast. "Blood, my
dear, is a powerful aphrodisiac; it drives men and women wild with lust. It
has been known to fuel war, but also... to fuel desire. Blood and lust,
Hermione: it is a delectable combination. Perfection." He slid the dagger
across her breast, slicing through her skin.

The first drop of blood on Hermione's skin drove Tom insane with bloodlust; he
devoured her skin with nicks and cuts; his mouth never left her body, sucking
up every drop of blood he left behind his dagger. His tongue licked and
smeared the blood, leaving her body stained blood red. Hermione moaned,
writhing in pleasure, and she hated herself for it.

His hands caressed all over her body, never settling in one place for long and
trying to touch every inch of her delicate skin, burning into her wounds. "You
have such beautiful skin, Hermione," Tom said hauntingly. Hermione's breath
hitched and goosebumps prickled along her skin. "I want to see it bathed in
blood." Hermione shivered at the look in Tom's eyes; it was such a psychotic
expression, but underneath of the psychosis was the lust. His inner predator
gazed out at her, hunting her. She loved it--and she hated herself.

"Touch me, Tom..." she begged, trying desperately to sound seductive, but
there was an awkwardness--an innocence--to her tone.

Despite this, her plan seemed to work, because his eyes lit up with the same
bloodlust as it held before but with a self-satisfied undertone. "You said you
were fourteen, I believe," Tom said as he stroked her neck with his finger and
licked his lip. "Tell me, Hermione. Are you a virgin?"

Hermione gulped, her skin blushing a deep red even as she paled somewhat.
Seducing Tom Riddle was frightening. She knew very little about sex aside from
the exploration she had done on her own.

As her skin continued to darken with embarrassment, Tom grinned, knowing. When
Hermione noticed, her eyes widened like a deer's caught in headlights. She
panted heavily, fearful of what he might do to her. "Virgins are always the
best shags, Hermione. They're so tight; they suffer so nicely. It should have
been obvious to me." Tom laughed. "After all, your blood is just so pure,
isn't it?" His grin grew maniacally. Hermione would have given anything -
- everything -- to have just gone back home.

Then Tom's hands were on her, touching her in the most private, lewd place she
could think of--her cunt. His fingers danced across her skin, making her
shiver. It reminded her of spiders. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and she
choked down a sob, wanting nothing more than to be back home in her parents'
safe and loving arms. Instead, Tom's fingers slid inside of her pussy,
thrusting deep inside of her, his sharp fingernails slicing across her inner
walls. She shook her head violently, keening against him, and she squeezed her
thighs together as tightly as she could, wanting him out.

Suddenly, he was no longer touching her. Hermione whimpered, nearly collapsing
to the ground and barely keeping on her toes above the snakes, fearful of
falling to her knees on top of them. Tom muttered a simple disrobing spell.

He was next to her again, gathering her into his arms and slamming her up into
the wall. Then he was devouring her again, but this time, it was different
because Tom was as naked as she was and he pressed himself so tightly against
her that she could feel his cock rubbing insistently against her pussy.

Tom thrust and rubbed against her in such a wave that all of her fears and
anxieties fell away from her mind. As he used the dagger to caress her skin
and dig his nails into her, she could only pant and moan, arching up against
him for more. He entered her roughly, biting and pulling at her nipple.
Hermione sobbed in pain, feeling her blood spill out of her.

Both of them fell to the floor, their limbs entangled in a mess of blood and
sweat. Hermione ignored the scaly skin of the serpents that slipped in between
their bodies, too caught up in how Tom was thrusting inside of her, hitting
that spot inside of her that made her scream and thrash with pleasure.

Tom's pace slowed to quick, small pumps as he came, shooting his seed into
her. He bit down into her neck, jutting inside of her as he tasted her blood
in his mouth. He grinned at her, his mouth and teeth stained red with her
blood. She suddenly felt as cold and empty as she had after he cast that spell
on her. She had betrayed her friends. She had sex with the enemy. Worse than
that, she had enjoyed it. Her shame overwhelmed her as he pulled out of her.
She buried her face into her hands, sobs wracking her frame.

His hand grabbed at something around her neck. She almost thought he wanted to
fuck her again until he yanked, and she saw him holding her time-turner in his
hand. He grinned at her. "NO!" she shouted desperately, lunging for him. He
threw something to the ground and then turned the time-turner several times
forward, disappearing from sight.

Hermione collapsed onto the ground beside her wand, curling up into a foetal
position in shame. The serpents coiled around her, hissing in what seemed to
mean comfort.
 
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