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Tom didn't come back to his own time for over a day, but eventually he had to. After all, he still had things to do in the past before he could remain in the future forever. And right now, he was busily gathering necessary items to take care of one of the most important of them. If he didn't create a double of himself who would stay in the past, the whole plan would be ruined.
He took all of the things he needed to cast the mirror image spell with him to the Chamber of Secrets. It had been over a year now since he'd started treating the place like his own personal hideout. It made him feel more like an evil villain knowing he had a lair, but since his main goal was order more so than necessarily being evil, it didn't quite fit. One couldn't very well call oneself an "orderly villain", could they? No, villainy demanded chaos, it seemed.
In the middle of the huge hall of snake statues, Tom laid a man-sized mirror reflection-side up on the floor. Surrounding this he placed sixteen pillar candles even spaced, but left them unlit for the time being. On the glass itself he placed a change of clothes, one of his robes, a cloak, socks, shoes and underwear for the copy to put on when he was ready. Then he pulled out a few strands of his hair and put them on top of everything.
Tom stepped back and lit all the candles at the same time with magic. When they were all flaming nicely and the area filled with their golden glow, he spoke the words of the incantation from memory:
"Imitare me iam duo, te imitentur, nunc vero," he said, and the mirror began to glow as he passed his wand over it three times. "It is done."
Tom did not linger overlong to admire his handiwork. He had promised Hermione he wouldn't be gone more than a couple of hours when he'd crawled out of her bed that morning. Even though only three hours had gone by, it felt like forever since he'd held her in his arms. "Git," he told himself. "You've gone and fallen for her."
He picked up the spell book and brandished it in his hand, remembering what it had said about the spell he'd just cast. It would be about a week before his copy was ready, and until then this Tom would remain in the Chamber of Secrets, and he would be planning his exit strategy. It did not pain him one bit that he would be sending this copy of himself to his death, especially considering he'd be seventy when it occurred.
One thing that he had thought of, though, was that this clone would never meekly accept that he was a lamb that would be led to the slaughter eventually. Once he was fully formed, Tom intended to wipe away all memories of the mirror spells and the girl he would not get to have. Because if the blighter had any recollection of Hermione at all, he would do everything in his power to have her for his own. If it was him being left here knowing what he was missing out on, you could bet the world he wouldn't sit back and let it happen.
As Tom left the Chamber, he put an extra protection spell on it, even though he knew the place would never be found. One could never be too careful. With a blissful smile on his handsome face, he whistled tunelessly as he stepped out of the girl's bathroom and out into the empty halls of a school on winter break.
He had realized by now that he would have to put the book back in the restricted section, but he didn't want to do it quite yet. He had a whole week, after all, and Hermione was waiting for him. So he walked right past the library and continued on the way toward his dorm. He didn't notice Albus Dumbledore watching him from a vantage point just ahead of him in the hall until he was right on him.
"Hello, Tom," said the man, looking him over with his too-knowing eyes. He could probably see the remnants of the spell on him, damn the man. But at least he would not be able to guess at what that spell had been.
"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore," he said politely, even though he'd rather hex him to oblivion.
"I haven't seen much of you in the past few weeks," he commented dryly. "I hope everything is all right? I noticed that you just passed up the library yet again. It's such a rare occurrence to see you do so once, but to witness the event on four different occasions now? You have me quite worried."
"Oh, no, sir, everything is fine," he said smoothly. "I've just been a bit preoccupied with—well, with normal teenaged pursuits, I suppose."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say your preoccupation had to do with a girl," Dumbledore said as he rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "But I haven't seen you keeping company with anyone in particular."
"I thought you hadn't seen me at all," Tom pointed out.
"True, very true," Dumbledore agreed. "Well, I can tell when I am keeping someone from their true purpose. Be off with you, Riddle, and try not to be so domineering if you hope to keep her."
"Her, sir?"
"The girl you've got under wraps, my boy," he said with a chuckle. "Go on now, and have fun."
Tom shook his head at the daft man, and continued on his way. He went through the portrait and headed straight for the stairs to his room, wondering what Hermione had done while he was gone. It didn't take him long to find out, however, because he found her sound asleep in his bed.
"Hermione?" he whispered against her lips, and when she sucked in her breath she also sucked in his tongue. The kiss was rather long, and rather ardent, and before he even knew what was happening Hermione had rolled him onto the bed and was rubbing her womanhood against him. "Woman, you're a horny beast, aren't you?"
"I can't help it," she told him. "I wanted to surprise you when you came in, and all I've been able to do since I laid on this bed was think of the many different ways I could have you in it. It's almost like the thing is bewitched or something."
"Mmm, no, probably just housing all my pent up frustrations from before we met," he teased her. "Even my bed has been longing for you to be real."
Hermione giggled as Tom flipped them back over so he could be on top. He rubbed against her in the same manner she'd just been rubbing against him, and Hermione let out a little moan of delight. Her fingers came down to undo his pants so they could venture within. Tom sat up and helped her, then pulled her into a sitting position as well.
As he watched, Hermione pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside, revealing the fact she hadn't bothered to put on a bra. This so excited Tom that he was on her in an instant, and their kisses grew hot and heavy. Breaths coming in short gasps, the pair laid down and savored each other for what seemed like hours. Their hands were everywhere—they just couldn't get enough of touching and tasting.
"Those jeans are in the way, my dear," Tom announced as he tried to unbutton her fly but met with great resistance.
"God, I hate it when they do that!" she complained, finally managing to free herself and unzip them. Tom chuckled as he slid them off of her. "You are altogether too pleased with yourself, sir," she scolded, trying not to smirk. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."
"Oh, really?"
"Definitely," she grinned suggestively as she pushed him down underneath her and mounted him. "Ok, lesson one, mmm, these want you to play with them. Oh! Yes, like that. Keep doing that."
"How about if I do this?" he said, bending so he could take one of her nipples into his mouth as she kept up a steady rhythm, her feet curving under his hips to hold on so her hands could remain free. One hand she used to brace herself as she leaned into his mouth, and the other she threaded through his hair. It felt so good she thought she would come right then if she didn't slow down.
Tom didn't let her slow down. His other hand slid between them and found her clit, and she practically screamed his name as she exploded in sheer pleasure. Her voice practically echoed off the walls. Then he laid her down and entered her again, moving in slow, deliberate thrusts that kept her right on the brink of orgasm the entire time it took for him to decide he was done with her—which was to say, the next hour or so.
They went to sleep in each other's arms, uncaring of anything but their need for one another, Tom's eyelids fluttered open when he realized sun was streaming in the next morning, and Hermione was still beside him.
"Hey, beautiful, don't you think you should at least put in some kind of appearance in your own time?" he asked. "What do you normally do on a Saturday?"
"Well, I don't know what I would have been doing on this particular Saturday," she admitted. "I used to go home for the holidays before—well, before I couldn't go home anymore. This is my first school year I didn't have anywhere to go. But that's okay, you're a very nice diversion to keep my mind off of all that."
"Am I?" he chuckled. "But Hermione, I thought I was the one who caused it."
"Well, not you, precisely," she commented. "I mean, you haven't done any of that stuff yet, at least not from your perspective."
"But I did from yours," he said solemnly. "I wish it wasn't my fault you were hurt, but it is—"
"Hush, now," she told him, putting a finger over his lips. "Hearing apologies out of the mouth of the Dark Lord is just too creepy."
"Sorry," he said, then laughed again. "I mean, I have no remorse, and you must learn your place."
"Quit it, it sounds stupid when you don't really mean it."
"Don't I?" he said with a mock growl. "I mean every word of it, Mione." He put one of his legs over hers and then straddled her with a grin. "See, this is your place, right here."
"Beneath you?" she inquired sweetly.
"No, joined to me," he answered as he entered her in one swift thrust, and the two stopped talking long enough to shag massively. They were both out of breath when they were finally done. Hermione wouldn't let him off of her. "What are you doing, love?"
"Keeping you forever," she informed him.
"Well, all right, but I think I might need a bit longer tether," he said lightly. His eye caught a glimpse of them in the mirror, and he pointed to it. "Look, Hermione, look at the two of us joined. I think we're both where we belong just now."
Hermione's eyes followed his. The scene in the mirror was wonderfully decadent, with the covers all mussed, and Tom's hair in total disarray, and her own hair flowing over his pillows in honey-brown waves. Their eyes met in the mirror, and they smiled.
"Let's stay like this all day," Hermione suggested, and that's exactly what they did.
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