#tom riddle x hermione granger x abraxas malfoy

[slavicdelight]

METANOIA

Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!reader

Summary: Metanoia - the journey of changing your mind, heart, self and way of life

Warnings: slightly ooc Tom, pureblood ideas, hits of murder

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Tom Riddle was a name recognized by everyone at Hogwarts. The infamous Slytherin Head Boy commanded respect from every student and even from professors, thanks to the aura surrounding him. However, what most people didn't know, or perhaps didn't care to notice, was that there was something sinister lurking behind his captivating gaze and mannerisms.

His friend group, constantly present by his side, consisted of members from the most well-known pureblood families. Tom considered himself superior to them because he possessed the blood of the noble Salazar Slytherin. By the age of 19, he had already committed horrifying acts, such as opening the Chamber of Secrets during his 5th year, resulting in the death of Myrtle Warren. He also murdered his remaining family around the same time. Furthermore, he created Horcruxes in order to reach immortality, which was one of his goals and the initial step towards becoming the greatest dark wizard in history.

Tom was a skilled manipulator. He had the ability to hide his true emotions, always putting on a mask of politeness. In addition, he was brilliant and could be described as an over-achiever. Tom thoroughly planned everything and never allowed setbacks to hinder him. There was only one person who saw right through him - Dumbledore, the person Tom despised the most in the entire school.

Tonight, Tom was strolling through the hallways of Hogwarts, carrying out his patrols as a Head Boy. Although it was generally a mundane duty, it had its advantages. One of them was being out after curfew without anyone questioning it. The corridors were dimly lit, so Tom had to cast a spell to produce light to see clearly."Lumos." he muttered, before continuing on his way. It appeared to be another uneventful night, where nothing of particular interest occurred.

As he was heading back to the Slytherin dorms, someone bumped into him, causing both teenagers to fall to the ground. "I'm so sorry," said a girl who appeared to be about the same age as him, possibly a year younger. He was about to reprimand her for running into him and give her detention for breaking curfew, but then he looked at her and was instantly captivated by the most beautiful pair of eyes he had even seen. They were warm and welcoming, but what truly enthralled him was their enchanting violet color, which sparkled under the light emerging from his wand.

"I should've watched where I was going," continued the witch. He cleared his throat and gave her a cold stare, trying to hide his intrigue. "Why aren't you in your dorm? It's past curfew," Tom questioned the girl. Another surprising thing was that he had no idea who she was. He only noticed the Ravenclaw emblem on her robes, indicating that she was a member of the eagle house. The Slytherin prided himself on knowing almost everyone at school, from students to professors, yet he didn't know her. How could someone with such captivating eyes escape his attention? "Oh, right. I got caught up in the library and forgot about the curfew," she explained. "I'll go straight to bed." With that, she tried to pass him and walk away.

She wanted to end the interaction as quickly as possible, knowing that Tom Riddle was trouble. Despite his perfect student persona, she sensed a hidden darkness beneath the surface and wanted to avoid getting involved. "Now, now. I can't possibly let the witch with such incredible eyes leave without knowing her name, can I?" he asked, causing her to freeze. "I fail to see how my name is of any interest to you, Riddle. I would prefer you not knowing it and allowing me to go.”

Tom didn't expect his charm not to work, but he hid his surprise. He wondered if the girl was brave or stupid, perhaps both. She didn't know that she piqued his interest, and that was something dangerous. "It hardly seems fair that you know me, but I don't know you, don't you think?" He took a step closer to her but didn't predict what she would do next. "No, I don't," she said, while taking a step back and bolting in another direction. The Head Boy simply stood there and let her get away. 'Let her run,' he thought. 'I shall find her anyway.' And with that, he continued on his way to the dorms.

The next morning, during breakfast, he scanned the Great Hall in search of her. Tom tried to be discreet, but his best friend, Abraxas Malfoy, noticed. Abraxas was his most reliable follower, someone Tom could trust. "What are you looking for, Riddle?" he asked. The boy with raven hair turned to glare at him and said, "It's none of your business, Malfoy." He was becoming increasingly frustrated that the witch from the previous night was nowhere to be found.

Finally, the girl made her entrance, walking into the hall accompanied by another girl. They both headed towards the Ravenclaw's table and took a seat. He couldn't help but gaze at her. It was as if she sensed his gaze, as she turned and looked directly into his eyes. Their staring contest continued until Headmaster Dippet began greeting students and wishing them a good day.

After finishing his meal, Tom made his way to the Potions classroom, his first subject of the day. He enjoyed this class, despite Professor Slughorn being a bit overwhelming. Tom was the professor's favorite student, excelling in this class just as he did in every other. He was an exceptionally talented wizard.

It turned out he shared the class with the violet-eyed witch. He wondered why he hadn't noticed her before. He took his usual seat and waited for the Ravenclaw student to enter, which didn't take long. She sat two rows ahead of him, accompanied by a boy he recognized as the Ravenclaw's seeker. Shortly after, Slughorn entered and the lesson began. Today, they had to brew an advanced potion called the Elixir to Induce Euphoria in pairs. As always, Tom was the first to finish his potion, with the help of his partner, Rosier. The potions professor, impressed with their work, allowed them to leave early. Tom decided to wait outside the classroom to talk to the girl who had sparked his interest and learn more about her.

As the girl walked out, he quickly grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the abandoned broom closet across the hall. She protested, but wasn't strong enough to break free from his grasp. Tom pushed her inside and blocked the entrance.

"Hello again," he said, noticing the anger on the girl's face. "What do you think you're doing? Let me go!" she yelled, attempting to escape from the classroom.

"No, I don't think I will," Tom replied. "What do you want, Riddle?" she questioned, gritting her teeth. Her captivating eyes locked with his, and he could swear they had the power to melt a man. But he was no ordinary man, and he wouldn't allow that to defeat him. "I already told you what I want," he started, before she interrupted, "and I already told you that you won't have that." The girl had some nerve, he had to give her that. "Listen, darling, either you tell me your name yourself or I'll find out on my own. But I would prefer to hear it from your beautiful lips.”

"And what?" she spat, her eyes narrowing with a mix of defiance and fear. "Will you force it out of me?" If looks could kill, he would already be six feet under. Tom's lips curled into a malicious smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You'll soon discover that I can be very..." He paused, relishing in the anticipation he was building. "...persuasive." The words hung in the air, sending a shiver down her spine. As he observed her reaction, he couldn't help but notice the subtle trembling of her breath, a sign that his presence and words were affecting her.

“If I tell you my name, would you stop pestering me about it?” she asked not looking into his eyes. Tom grabbed her chin and forced her head up, just enough for him to see her eyes. The Slytherin just nodded and took a step back. “Fine. My name is Y/N” she finally answered and moved past him, heading straight for the door. As Y/N was walking away she heard him say “Such a beautiful name, for someone with such extraodrinary eyes.”

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine as she left the broom closet, the encounter with Tom Riddle leaving her unsettled. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had just opened a door to a world of complications. Her day continued with classes, but her mind kept wandering back to the mysterious encounter with the enigmatic Head Boy.

Days turned into weeks, and Tom's fascination with Y/N only deepened. He started to make subtle attempts to engage her in conversation during Potions class or whenever their paths crossed in the hallways. Y/N, however, remained guarded, careful not to reveal too much about herself. She sensed danger around Tom, but there was also a part of her that felt an inexplicable connection, an undeniable intrigue that kept her from avoiding him completely. She didn’t like it, preferring to stay away from the drama that would undeniably follow her once she got too involved with the boy.

As time passed, Tom's pursuit became more relentless. He would show up unexpectedly in places where Y/N was, asking about her interests, her family, and her background. Y/N, althrough in the beginning sheltered and slightly annoyed, soon found herself drawn into conversations that danced on the edge of forbidden topics, and Tom, turn, discovered that there was more to Y/N than met the eye.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Tom found Y/N sitting by the Black Lake,reading a book . He approached her cautiously, and for the first time, his demeanor seemed less calculated, more genuine."You're a puzzle, Y/N," he said, his voice softer than usual. "I can't quite figure you out." Y/N turned to look at him, her violet eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. "Maybe some puzzles are meant to remain unsolved," she replied cryptically. Tom chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Maybe so, yet here we are. Both of us puzzling each other. But I do enjoy the challenge." he admitted. "And you, my dear, are the most intriguing challenge I've found at Hogwarts so far."

As the weeks turned into months, their interactions became more complex. Y/N found herself reluctantly drawn to Tom's charisma and intelligence, while Tom, discovered a more vulnerable side of himself. He couldn't quite understand why Y/N had such an effect on him, but he was determined to find out.

Their dynamic took a turn one evening in the Hogwarts library. Tom, managed to convince Y/N to join him in exploring the restricted section. As they looked through ancient tomes and hidden spells, Y/N couldn't ignore the growing tension between them. In the quiet space of the library, Tom leaned in, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "There's something about you, Y/N," he murmured, his breath sending shivers across her skin. "Something that both intrigues and unsettles me." Y/N looked at him curiously and asked “What is so unsettling about me?”. Tom only looked at her and leaning closer said “You’re making me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

As they continued their meetings, the lines between friend and enemy slowly became blurred. Tom’s past and his ambitions started to rub off on her, making her question everything. But she wasn’t weak and wanted to stay true to the right side. She wasn’t about to go down the same path as the Slytherin boy, and wanted to make him see that it was wrong. Little did she know that the choices made in the upcoming months would shape the destiny of the wizarding world.

As the weeks unfolded, Y/N found herself in a dangerous position. The more time she spent with Tom Riddle, the clearer it became that he was wavering on the edge of darkness. His thirst for power, his relentless pursuit of immortality, and the shadows of his past painted a grim picture. Yet, among all this darkness, Y/N saw moments of vulnerability, moments where the mask slipped, revealing a fractured soul. Y/N couldn't ignore the pull she felt toward Tom, a pull that went beyond fascination. Beneath his charming facade, she noticed loneliness that mirrored her own.

One evening, as snowflakes danced outside the castle windows, Y/N found Tom alone in the library. The fire cast a glow on his face, making him appear more handsome than ever. Y/N hesitated but she knew she had to ask the next question. "Tom," she began softly, "there's something I've been meaning to ask you." He looked up, his piercing gaze meeting hers. "Ask away, Y/N."

"Why are you so afraid of letting people in?" she inquired, her voice gentle but filled with genuine curiosity. Tom's eyes moved towards her, she could see suffering behind them. He took a deep breath before replying to her."People often betray and are fake in order to get what they want from you. After they get it, they leave and never come back.” Y/N took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "But it's also lonely, isn't it? To carry the weight of responsibilities on your shoulders without anyone to share it with."

Tom's mask wavered, revealing the boy beneath the facade. "Loneliness is a small price to pay for greatness," he stated, but a small amount of doubt could be seen in his eyes. "Maybe attaining greatness isn’t meant to be done alone." Y/N suggested. "Maybe it's in the connections we make, the people we let in"

In the days that followed, Y/N continued to challenge Tom's perspective. She introduced him to the joy of laughter, the warmth of genuine friendships, and the beauty of simple moments. As the walls around his heart slowly crumbled, Y/N became a beacon of light in his world, a reminder that there was more to life than power and darkness.

One evening, beneath the sky covered in stars, Y/N and Tom found themselves strolling through the Hogwarts grounds. Tom, usually composed, seemed uncertain, as if something was bothering him. "You don't have to be alone, Tom," Y/N whispered, her words carrying the weight of sincerity. "There's goodness in you, which you only have to choose." For the first time, Tom Riddle looked genuinely conflicted. The darkness within him warred with the flickers of light that Y/N had ignited. He was standing on the crossroads where the choices made would shape the future.

In the quiet of the night, Y/N extended her hand, a silent invitation to choose a different path. Tom hesitated, his gaze locking onto hers. And in that moment, the boy who had been consumed by shadows took a small step toward the light, changing the course of history forever. The journey towards redemption would be a long one, but with Y/N by his side, Tom Riddle was confident in succeeding. He realized that greatness could be found not in the pursuit of power but in the capacity to love and be loved.

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A/N: let me introduce you to my first ever Tom Riddle imagine. The obsession I have with this man is unhealthy. Anyway let me know if you enjoyed it. Thank you for all the support ♡

[tippilo]

Now that Dramione month is over, have a Tomione!

Nightmare by @provocative-envy

This is the first tomione I ever read. Obsessed! Drew me in and I devoured it! Two days after finishing it, I started plotting my own tomione. This holds a special place in my heart and it really is fantastic! Tom Riddle, in all his glory! I love the way the author shows his perspective through journal entries scattered throughout the story.

(Cover designed by me)

READ HERE!

[loevemora]

final | tom riddle

warnings: mentions of blood.

genre: angst.

Tom Riddle strode down the hall. He didn’t know where to go or what to do with himself. He was sure. Always sure of himself. But right now, doubt crept into him, and he did not like it one bit. Go to the dorms. Find the others. There’s a puzzle to be solved somewhere. Just be unobtrusive. Sure, a boy as pale as modest calcite and carrying an almost dead body in his arms wouldn’t be noticed at all. His footsteps scattered to the doors of the Slytherin common room. He remembered what Lestrange had said about witches who overexert their power falling ill or suffering a harsh fatal fate. He felt his robe droop. He looked down to see the blood of Inara’s abdomen seeking into him, weighing his uniform down. He cursed the damned apparition restrictions. He cursed his damned legs. He needed to be fast.

In the fire-lit common room sat Rosier, Nott, Lestrange, Malfoy and Ivanov. At the sound of shuffling, they all turned to the sound. Ivanov gasped at the sight, straightening to a stand.

“Merlin Riddle, what happened?”

The forest served as an escape for Inara. She had made it a habit to sneak into the wooded areas during odd hours of the night when everyone was asleep. This was her lullaby. This was her salvation. She crossed over the barked grounds, her feet light as she trekked and weaved in silence.

The moonlight shone down, illuminating the path for her—it served as mere aesthetic; she could find her way around blindfolded. The gravelled path rolled into a tight lane. The fine curves of the trees walled the passageway, reaching out to the skies. A lake lay in the wake of the path’s opening.

Inara readjusted her wand and stepped gingerly over a decaying rat, the smell causing her to scrunch her nose. Her silken robe billowed faintly, brushing the edge of the wind as she made her way to the corner of the waters. She sat down on the firm earth. She freed the blade that sat obediently in the security of her boot. The night’s light glistened in the reflection of the chrome cutter, and her ears perked at the distant crunch of leaves. He always did follow her.

“Tempting, Riddle, isn’t it?” Inara sat still and looked ahead into the water that mirrored her face. Her eyes, wide and dark, slipped into his green orbs.

“I suppose so.” Riddle unclasped his hands from his back as he strutted forward from the shelter of the shadows. “We might as well indulge it.”

“We?” She gazed up at him. He walked with precision, his posture so elegant she felt like pushing him over, just so he could not seem so close to perfection. She looked back down at her blade. She had almost mastered the lost art of Dark Magic; a feat she was determined to best. That may have been the reason Riddle associated himself with her in the first place. She could see it in his eyes the first time they met. His avaricious eyes practically drank in all of her being once he had discovered her allure to dark magic. Their meeting was inevitable.

“Of course. It’s only fair.” His eyes examined her. The blade in her hand shined arrogantly bright and he found himself wondering where she had found the odd thing.

Inara blew the slightest exhale and gestured to the spot next to her, “Sit.”

Riddle did not like being told what to do, but he found himself sitting anyway.

“This will only sting for a split second,” Inara mumbled, her eyes trained on her blade. In her spot, she turned her body towards Riddle, and sat on her shins. She refused to meet his eye. She needed to focus.

Riddle found himself staring at the witch in front of him. He understood people. He could read people. A skill he had polished and recognised as one of his assets. And if he could not read people, he would trace every line of their minds, whether they allowed him to or not. He did not understand, however, the brick wall that was Inara.

He remembered the day they had met, she was perched on one of the windows along the aisle towards the Slytherin common room. People passed her, never acknowledging her presence, he had almost thought he imagined her. She sat, a leg crossed over another, and traced the lines of her palm with her wand, too entranced in her actions to care for any distractions around her. He found her curious and when she held an unflinching mental barricade against his attempt of legilimency, the curiosity only grew.

“Your head is bleeding.”

“Least of your concerns, Riddle.” Inara reached out for his arm at his side as he sat back on his heels.

Riddle agreed with her. As far as he knew, he did not feel the need to check up on the well-being of anyone. He did not feel. He kept silent when Inara reached for his hand. He kept silent when she sliced his palm. He kept silent when she sliced her palm. Her eyes, wide and dark, identical to her long locks, swayed in the rhythm of the wind, a strand straying in the grips of the blood streak on the side of her head. And when she raised her bloodied hand to rest it on his heart, it took all of him to keep from moving.

She recited an incantation, her eyes spilling into the darkness of his own. His veins stood at a standstill, and he swallowed a hefty breath as his muscles quieted. The air around them swirled near and the crunch of the leaves fell silent. Behind Inara, Riddle could barely make out the red light that hung in the dark edge of the surrounding trees. And when the odd light barreled straight toward him, his reflexes urged him to move. He did not, of course.

Inara’s incantations fell silent, and the happenings of the trees returned back to normal. Riddle tensed and welcomed the newfound weight of magic he felt surging throughout his body. Dark magic; beautiful magic; powerful magic. The sight of the witch before him cleared his sight. Her eyes mirrored the magic heaving through him and her lips were slightly parted to heave an exhale. The magic had taken a toll on her.

“Teach me.” It wasn’t so much a plea as it was a demand. Inara did not appreciate his tone.

“Manners, Riddle.”

At Riddle’s silence, Inara raised a brow. “Don’t get shy now.” She could see the vexation in Riddle’s taut jawline. He was dangerous to look at.

Riddle did not beg. He did not plead. Begging and pleading was a practice for lowly mutants, peasants below him. And yet, the witch before him, in all her smugness, was a temptation he did not mind indulging. He would gladly master the art of Dark Magic just to watch the smug ghost of a smile fall from her face. He wanted to reach out and skim the curves of her dark locks. And then what? He shook his head. She was dangerous to look at.

Before he could voice out a response, the blaring red light identical to the one from moments before had returned, hurdling straight towards Inara. The light connected to her body, illuminating the witch. She seemed at ease. Did she expect this? At once, Inara collapsed forward, and Riddle’s arms wrapped around her instinctively.

He was in the Slytherin dorm room; his gaze tense as he watched Inara’s peaceful figure laid straight on the emptied coffee table in front of the fireplace. The group was alert, Ivanov’s eyes were fixed on the witch before her. The knick knacks she had sent the boys to grab were perched on the space beside Inara. Rosier and Nott sat on the fixtures between the bed and the table. Lestrange sat cross-legged on the floor at the foot of Inara’s body, Malfoy welcomed the embrace of the couch nearest to the fireplace, and Riddle stood at the back of Ivanov, scrutinising her every move with his unwithering stare.

In the whisper of Ivanov’s lips lay a prayer before she bared the materials into a mortar; a song she had memorised the choreography to—step by step. This had to work. She would die before she let her friend succumb to her injuries. She grazed the line of Inara’s jaw, tipping her head back so she could pour the finalised concoction into her mouth, then resealed her lips shut.

Silence hugged the standstill of the room and everyone in it. The traitorous flames of the fire waved across Inara’s dark lashes. Slowly, the gaping well of blood in her abdomen began to seal; slowly but surely. Ivanov urged Inara to wake; she did not like the idea of post-Inara-death Tom Riddle. The amplification of an already dark and cruel Tom Riddle. The warmth of the fire did not soothe the shudder that rolled through her. She also just wanted her friend back; her stupid almost dead friend—to wake; her most beloved companion in this group of gross smelly boys. She could not bear their putridness all on her own.

Just as Riddle seemed about ready to turn the school building inside out, Inara’s eyes opened. The unified exhale of the entire group cracked through the suspense and ridded the tension of the dramatic moment.

Ivanov pinched the awakened girl, a hand on her heart as she exasperated, “I thought you were gone! Do not ever do that to me again.”

Inara kissed the knuckle of Ivanov’s hand, “Thank you for waking me, dear.”

Ivanov flushed at the sudden confession. “Oh, don’t be so forward, you twat! It’s quite alright.”

“The witch awakens.” Inara turned and faced the blond boy sprawled on the couch. “Next time you feel like dying, do me a favour and hurl yourself off the Ravenclaw Tower.” Inara glowered at the boy, his face and posture proud of his witty remark. Deep down, she knew he was relieved that she had not died; he was in the room was he not? Either way, she was drowsy and the boy was annoying her. She waved a hand towards him, sealing his lips shut. At the action, Malfoy’s brows raised to an all-time high, his face a scowl of frustration at the coerced silence of his precious voice. Low chuckles sounded around the room at the sight before them. Malfoy was going to get Inara back good—real good.

“Good thing you’re up. We have training at dawn.” Lestrange informed her, a warmth in his hardened stare. His body was toned and he built a figure wider than the rest of the boys. His fox eyed stare withered the mere beings of people but he held camaraderie with Inara. With a brief nod of acknowledgement, he stood up and headed to his dorm room.

Sandwiched in the fixtures, Rosier and Nott exchanged glances with one another. Rosier leaned into Nott and whispered something in his ear. With a barely contained giggle, Nott turned to Malfoy and raised his wand adorned hand. He sent a bat-bogey hex his way and did not wait to feel the wrath of Malfoy before he ran out the dorm room, a loud cackle escaping him while bat-infested-nosed-Malfoy attempted to chase him down.

The remaining cohort Rosier and Ivanov both shared a look. That was all it took for them to take their leave. Inara’s brows furrowed and she tilted her head. “Where are you guys going?” Rosier met her gaze and his eyes flickered from her figure to the space behind her. He exited before Inara could say anything else. The door closed behind them and she turned to find Riddle standing above her, his stare ever solid. “Oh.”

Riddle raised a brow. He stood in the shadow of the corner. Lunatic. “Oh?”

“What do you want, Riddle?”

Said boy drank in the assumed state of the witch before him. The ends of her hair, deeply dark, found solace on the top of the table, waving in curls so immaculate, he wanted to reach out and soothe them. Perched on the table, her legs hung off the edge and she stared up at him, apprehension and annoyance swarming behind those inked orbs. He could drown in them.

“What happened back there?” Riddle’s tone was firm, solid rock ingrained into the earth.

She did not feel like talking about it but by the looks of the boy in front of her, she did not really think he bothered about what she felt. With a sigh, she explained, “I overexerted myself. When the surge of my incantation bellowed beneath your muscles, your veins, my magic gained rule over me.”

“How did you know I felt that surge?”

“I know my magic.”

“Inara.”

“It’s Velor to you.”

Riddle uncrossed his arms and strolled over to the stubborn girl on the table, holding her gaze as he sank to his knees and sat back on his heels. With swiftness, he brought forward the alcohol-polished tweezers beside Inara and pulled her wounded hand forward.

“What are you–” Her query was quickly cut off by the stern glare of the boy before her. She watched his actions as he began to pluck the minute pieces of gravel and dirt from her open cut. His focus reigned in on her wound, meticulously extracting the stubborn articles. It stung like hell but she forced down any sort of reaction to the slight discomfort.

His robe sank from a burdened weight; it looked soaked. Her eyes enlarged. She reached her unharmed hand to the silken material. “Is this my doing?” She asked, slightly jarred. She rubbed the soaked robe between her fingers and pulled back, recognising the red of her blood that the fabric had sponged up. Riddle grabbed her wrist, and with a clean corner of his robe, he wiped the crimson remnants from her blood-stained fingers.

He fixed her wounded hand with a bandage and traced the lines of her veins with the point of his finger all the way to her neck pulse. She fixed her jaw, a determined stare she did not want to break under the withering gaze of Tom Riddle. The rounded darkness of his eyes flickered to her lips for the briefest second before resting on her neck where his hand sat; a lone finger pressed to her pulse.

“Yes, dear, this was all your doing,” and at once, he felt the resurgence of an entirely different magic between the fittings of his bloodstream.

The ghost of a grin painted Inara’s face. Tom took her in. With a tilt of her head, she let a smug smile break out into her face, ignoring the blood that chattered against her teeth. She looked crazed. Tom’s brow lifted. If that wasn’t an invitation…

“Well, hell,” Riddle muttered. He closed the distance between them and took Inara’s face in his hands. He moved slowly, deliberately, kept the kiss quiet, the barest brush of lips, giving Inara the chance to pull away if she wanted to, though he didn’t know what he would do if she resisted. But she didn’t. She drew closer.

[kyokimidori]

Drabble Master List

Below are the links to all my drabble thus far. Hope you enjoy!

Tomione – The Garden  

Tomione/Harmony - Legends of Old 

Tomione – Saving Tom Riddle 

Tomione/Harmony - A Christmas Story 

Tomione – Hell Au/Ancient Greek Myths part 1 and 2 

Tomione – My brother 

Tomione- Unrequinted 

Tomione- Wands are us 

Tomione – Hunch back of notre dam 

Tomione – Emergency Contact  

Tomione- The kiss 

Tomione- Wools Orphanage 

Tomione – Yandere Tom Prologue 

Tomione – Yandere Tom 

Tomione- Yandere Tom 2 

Sirimione - Angst 

Tomione- An unexpected Pregnancy 

Tomione – The rival 

Tomione – Be mine  

Tomione – Flatmates AU NSFW 

Jamione- Forgiveness  

Tomione – The path 

Tomione – The battle 

Tom/Hermione/ Abraxas – Twisted Bonds 

Tom/Hermione/Abraxas - Twisted Bonds 2 

Sirimione- Angst prompt 

Tomione- The Sacrifice 

Tomione – untitled  

Snamione- Student/Teacher NSFW 

Snamione – Student/Teacher 2 

Tomione – Reporter Hermione 

Harmione - Chores 

Tomione – orphanage au SINISTER FIC  

RegulusXHermione- Broken Hearts 1 

Voldmione – Seeing things through 

Harmione-  Slight smut 

Dratomione – Murder kitultipl 

Multiple pairings – 4 is company 

Tomione- Gymnastics Au 

Snamione- Always 

Tomione- Corporate Takeover 

Jamione- Uber Driver 

[cquarrel]

CHAPTER 3: ROUTINE BECOMES THE WITCH revised and updated on ao3

A Wicked Heart is a Tomione fanfiction on ao3! Tom Riddle and Hermione Granger are in their late 20s and coworkers at Borgin and Burke’s. Wizarding world of the 1950s featured heavily (speculative)!

[katie-krum]

Spinster by katiekrum

Tom was sure that none of his friends would have thought that he, Lord Riddle, would become a matchmaker.

Draco sighed, placed his hand on her smaller one, and said. “I think I’ve found the one who has become dear to me, but first I have to make sure she sees me as more than just an insufferable boy she has to take care of.” he wasn’t surprised when she pulled her hand away. He was sure she hadn’t expected to hear something like that. They will have to come back to it later. “I think I’m ready to be seen in society. And I’d be honoured if you accompanied me.”

[tomionefinds]

Hi, looking for some time travel fics that are happening after hogwarts, I have already read Inimica amator, magpie, trials, invictus and blood and gold. Anything else I could read? Thanks x

Hi Anon -

Here you go! - Haus

Right Place, Wrong Time by Shan84

M | Abandoned but Worth it (Admin Fave) | 129k

It was just another boring day at Borgin and Burkes for Tom Riddle… That is, until a certain bossy, crazy-haired witch stepped through the entrance. Is this your usual time travel story - or is something else at play? HG/TMR

Altered State by Ginnyruin

E | WIP | 36k

Six years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Auror Hermione Granger activated a mysterious dark object, which unexpectedly sent her decades into the past. Tom Riddle, now known as Voldemort, returned to British wizarding society in 1966 after a decade-long absence. Under the guise of interviewing for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position, he arrived at Hogwarts to conceal one of his Horcruxes. But he soon discovered that the coveted position had been stolen a week earlier by an intriguing witch. As manipulative schemes emerged, tension evolved into a ruinous obsession.

Spinning Time by Ciule

E | Complete | 31k

“May I sit? There are no other seats available.” A tall man stood before her, cocking his head to indicate the chair Molly Weasley had vacated. He was definitely handsome, dressed in black robes, and she thought he might be about ten years older than herself, give or take a few years. Nodding, she waved her hand, pointing at the chair. He sat down with a deep sigh, putting a tumbler and a bottle of smoking Firewhisky on the table. Raising her eyebrows at seeing an entire bottle, she asked: “Rough day?”

Through Darkened Veils by SerpentandQuill

M | WIP | 26k

Hermione Granger, Unspeakable extraordinaire and unwitting time-travel enthusiast, finds herself in a bit of a pickle when she accidentally zips back to a time when Tom Riddle is just beginning to embrace his dark side. To blend in, she concocts a story about being engaged to Abraxas Malfoy, and thanks to a little memory meddling, Abraxas is all in on the idea. Meanwhile, Tom, who’s sharp enough to know something’s off, keeps a close eye on Hermione. His curiosity—and maybe something else—draws him to her, though he’s not thrilled about her cozy relationship with his best friend. Between dodging Tom’s suspicions, handling Abraxas’ affectionate attention, and trying not to destroy the future, Hermione’s got her hands full. But hey, she’s handled worse. Probably.

Lady Selwyn by matchapuff

E | WIP | 107k

The discovery of an old Selwyn family photo sends Hermione back to 1952. At the heart of her journey is a silver crown.

[dhr-ao3]

Kintsugi

Kintsugi https://ift.tt/wFTj8Al by weathertop16 Kintsugi (金継ぎ, "golden joinery"), also known as kintsukuroi (金繕い, "golden repair"), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.   She'll be fun to break, he thinks, as they start to dance. He'll break her into pieces and mend her with gold. He'll destroy her, and she'd come crawling back to him, begging to be mended. She'd be his glorious masterpiece.   ৻ [ hermione granger x tom riddle, past hermione granger x draco malfoy, time travel AU] ৲ Words: 1784, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Portrait Albus Dumbledore, Portrait Severus Snape, Abraxas Malfoy, Evan Rosier, Lestrange Sr. | Tom Riddle's Schoolmate, Albus Dumbledore, Armando Dippet, Horace Slughorn, Original Characters, Abraxas Malfoy's Father, Abraxas Malfoy's Mother, House-Elves (Harry Potter) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: BAMF Hermione Granger, POV Hermione Granger, Young Tom Riddle, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Time Turners (Harry Potter), Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Knights of Walpurgis (Harry Potter), Death Eaters, Good Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle is His Own Warning, Don't Examine This Too Closely, Hermione Granger Has Issues, Misguided Albus Dumbledore via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/xfgL5BX April 28, 2023 at 02:40PM

[ginnyruin]

Altered State by ginnyruin

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 90939 (WIP)

Six years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Auror Hermione Granger activated a mysterious dark object, which unexpectedly sent her decades into the past.

The year is 1966, and Tom Riddle, now known as Lord Voldemort, returned to British wizarding society after a decade-long absence. Under the pretense of securing the DADA teaching post, he returned to Hogwarts to conceal one of his Horcruxes, Ravenclaw’s Diadem. However, the coveted position had been stolen a week before his arrival by an intriguing witch. As manipulative schemes emerge, tension builds into a ruinous obsession.

Ao3

[louiszeastronaut]

smh 🤚

Hermione: Okay, all right, let's hear about the kiss. Was it like , was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like a, you know, a "I gotta have you now" kind of thing?

y/n: Well, at first it was really intense, you know. And then, oh, god, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Hermione: Okay, so, okay, was he holding you? Or was his hand like on your back?

y/n: No, actually first he started on my waist. And then, he slid up, and then, he was in my hair.

Hermione and Ginny: Ohhhh.

[Meanwhile]

Tom: And, uh, and then I kissed her/him/them.

Abraxas: Tongue?

Tom: Yeah.

Abraxas: Cool.

[elisabethriddle]

Wizard of the Slopes, Chapter 6: Spiraea

“It seems that our dear friend Cormac has been giving Hermione a bit of grief with his overtures, so I have kindly offered to pretend to be her boyfriend for the duration of his stay so he’ll leave her alone. Naturally, as my friends, it would be expected for you to already be aware of our relationship. I trust you’ll both back our story if questioned.”

As Tom went on to explain the background he’d fabricated for their relationship, Abraxas merely grinned like a Cheshire cat. Tom wanted to smack the stupid smile right off his face. He’d known this would happen but that didn’t make it any less infuriating. Abraxas’s idiotic notion that things were as simple as asking Hermione on a date was wearing at Tom heavily. One of the things he loved about Hermione was finally having someone who was on his level (or close to, at least) intellectually.

“Well, it’s still far more complicated than necessary but one step closer to making a move,” Abraxas laughed as he slapped Tom on the shoulder.

“Took you long enough, that’s for sure,” Antonin scoffed. While he didn’t look quite as smarmy as Abraxas, his expression was still far too smug for Tom’s liking.

When Tom stormed out of the room, he almost thought he heard the two men discussing a bet.

KEEP READING

[metamehta]

Review: Blood and Gold by ObsidianPen

Summary: The true time-turner was slammed savagely into Hermione's throat. It shattered against her neck, bits of glass and gold piercing into her skin. The last thing she saw before blackness consumed her was a plume of metallic dust and vitreous fragments, tiny prisms dancing behind her eyelids.

(In which Hermione accidentally ends up in 1950, pitted against an ascending Dark Lord in his prime, caught in the entanglement of pureblood politics, dark magic, and Tom Riddle's interest)

Time-Travel - [Hermione G., Tom R.], Hepzibah S., Abraxas M. - 22 Chapters - Words: 116,690 - Rated Explicit

Read it on AO3

Status: WIP (last updated Nov. 30, 2020)

Review: I have read my share of 'Hermione travels to the Marauders Era stories' and finally feel ready to explore Tomione (despite finding the pairing a bit random). After my review of Nightmare, Blood and Gold was recommended to me by @migozaranad - and let me just say to them - thank you very much!

This story has got so many things going for it: a strong heroine with a great voice, an intriguing and somewhat frightening antagonist/romantic lead and well-developed side characters. Hermione's character is written in a realistic way - she has no concrete plan about how to navigate her situation - because well, she never thought she'd be dealing with this in the first place.

The only question that I ask, which is what I need to keep track of my expectations for this story, is - what is the main plot of this story? Is it a fractured fix-it tale - where Hermione's desire to stop Tom Riddle is at odds with her growing feelings for him? Or will it be more of Hermione dabbling in dark magic in the effort to shift Tom Riddle's focus away from his original plans.

Overall though, I thoroughly enjoyed Blood and Gold and cannot wait to see how the story progresses further.

Rating: 4/5

[tippilo]

The Brightest Star in the Sky by @tippilo

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger

Summary: Hermione should have died at the Battle of Department of Mysteries. Falling through the veil should have killed her, everyone knew that. Instead, she found herself hurled into the past and her new life became entwined with the young, handsome, charming Tom Riddle.

Tom couldn't keep his eyes off her. The witch had secrets, an enigma that he couldn't wrap his head around. He found himself fixated. Obsessed. He wanted to trap the little lion in a cage and uncover everything she kept hidden.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/.../50091856/chapters/126494575

Features: Time travel/AU⏳, possessive/protective/obsessive/jealous Tom🥀, Tom/Hermione attend Hogwarts together🪄, Hermione can think for herself🧠, angst and drama🎭, humorous moments🤭, Tom Riddle who can be fluffy☁️, eventual smut/spice🌶️, eventual romance❤️‍🔥

[loevemora]

Hello

I write for Tom Riddle. I write for my non-existent men. Hopefully, you will enjoy the writings I release. I will post a navi when I have a dense catalog.

©loevemora— I do not give anyone permission to copy or translate any of my works

[kyokimidori]

Christmas Prompts

Hey Guys! Below are some Christmas prompts that were taken from @creativepromptsforwriting blog, you can find the original lists here and here.

Feel free to send me any of the prompts below with whatever pairing you would like! I look forward to writing for you all!

~Kyoki

Our families go to the same church, but we’re not that religious so I only see you on Christmas and I swore myself that this would be the year I finally talk to you.

We’re both working at a charity event for homeless people at Christmas and despite the cold I don’t really want to go home afterwards.

You got way to drunk at a Christmas Party and now I’ve got to get you home somehow.

We have different opinions on how to decorate a Christmas tree.

I got you for Secret Santa at work and now I have to think about what to get you.

We never met before but we both went to the Christmas market with mutual friends and suddenly everyone’s gone and we’re the only ones still there.

You’re new in town and I’m your neighbor and we always throw a little party in our apartment for all the singles in the building, why don’t you come and celebrate with us?

It’s nice to see my whole family again but it would be even better if everyone stopped asking me if I’m in a relationship with my friend I brought with me.

I have no idea what I should get you for Christmas, so I try to ask you, just without actually asking you.

It’s still three weeks till Christmas but you’re already annoying me with your ugly sweaters, the bright lights and the songs you’re always humming. So please go away - but leave the cookies!

You’re not a Christian and never celebrated the holidays, so I take you home with me to show you how I love to do Christmas.

We just wanted to make some cookies but now we are lying on the floor, panting and completely covered in flour.

We want to get a Christmas tree together but we have very different opinions on how the perfect Christmas tree looks.

It’s Christmas Eve and the storm outside caused a complete blackout for the whole night.

[cquarrel]

CHAPTER 5: WITCH COMES CALLING

Revised and updated on ao3!

Tom Riddle and Hermione Granger are coworkers in the wizarding world of the 1950s.