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"I've loved him since we were children Ginny, and he's never seen it, never truly seen me. " Tom stopped by the door of a bedroom, hearing a familiar voice inside, one of his flat mate and childhood friend. He stood quietly at the door entrance, the door slightly ajar but he remained behind the door where they couldn't see him. His blood boiling at the idea that Hermione Granger, the girl he had been enamored with since childhood dared to love someone else.

Secretly he wondered who it was. He had dealt with the others who had tried to date her. Viktor Krum the exchange student in secondary school had been the hardest to deal with for the boy didn't frighten well, not to mention that the boy had been athletic and well built. He hadn't been afraid of Tom's 'friends'. Didn't backdown from the challenge.

No, With Krum he had to resort to more underhanded methods. He had whispered doubts into Hermione's ears, seeding doubt in her about Krum. It had taken a few months, longer than he liked, but eventually they went their separate ways, Krum leaving the UK and Hermione staying. It had been a relief; he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back his anger every time he saw them kiss.

Now Tom had to deal with a mystery man, one that Hermione had loved since Childhood. There were two possible suspects, neither of which were worthy of having Hermione. Harry Potter was a popular guy, an orphan, like himself, who was popular with the ladies. He was Hermione's best friend and most likely culprit. Then there was Ron Weasley, the poor redheaded bastard that had constantly teased Hermione when they were children, calling her a bookworm and otherwise being a jerk to her, all in order to get her attention.

No, It couldn't be Weasley, for Weasley at least had the good common sense to know that Hermione was worth something. Was worth pursuing. Potter, however, could very well have friend zoned he and been oblivious of her affection towards him.

"Hell, if it wasn't for the fact that we share the same flat, I'd probably never see him again" Hermione continued.

Tom actually stopped breathing at her comment to her friend Ginny. Hermione Granger only had one flat mate, and Tom knew for certain that the person in question returned her feelings. This wouldn't do at all. He would have to correct this.

Tomm opened the door, his face taking on stoic expression as he entered the room silently. Ginny, who was sitting on the bed in the room facing the door looked up and paled slightly, causing Hermione to turn around herself, her face falling as she realized who was standing in the doorway.

"Tom..." Hermione started but he held up a hand cutting her off.

"Ginny, Out." Tom commanded, leaving no room for the younger girl to argue. Nor did she want to. Instead she abandoned her friend to face Tom's fury by herself.

Once Ginny left, Tom closed the door calmly, turning to look at Hermione who was still on the bed, loooking mortified.

"How long were you there?" she asked him.

"Long enough to know you are in love with your flat mate" he replied, slowly, methodically taking step after step towards her.

"Tom, I.."

"How long?" he asked cutting her off, standing in front of her. Hermione stood up from the bed.

"Tom, its not important. Please lets just forget about this" she whispered to him.

Riddle reached out, grasping her shoulders, his fingers digging into her delicate skin "How long?" he repeated, his voice gravelly.

"Since I was 13." she finally replied, tears in her eyes " Please Tom, you weren't supposed to find out like this." she whispered desperately.

"When were you going to tell me Hermione?" he snapped letting her shoulders go. Hermione looked down at her feet, giving her answer.

She was never going to tell him, would have kept her secret from him for many more years. Already she had kept this secret for 8 years.

Tom took a deep breath, calming himself and his anger, seeing Hermione's shoulders trembling. With a sign, Tom reached for her chin, grasping it and forcing her to look up at him, tear filled eyes met his own. He didn't need to search her for answers, they were plain on her face. This wasn't some sort of joke.

Using his thumb, he wiped away her tears before he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"You should have told me Hermione" he growled the words "8 years you've wasted." he gripped her chin a little tighter before he moved his hand to her hair, his fingers bunching in the curls as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck to him. Quietly he placed small kisses on the exposed skin, nipping at delicate surface. "8 years you left me in the dark, had me thinking that it was you that didn't see me."

"I always saw you" she whispered, whimpering as he bit her neck, moaning as he sucked on the spot, he just bit.

Tom stopped kissing her neck, ignoring her whimper of protest. instead, he leaned down and claimed her lips again, this time in a brutal kiss. He delighted in how she leaned into the kiss, his hold on her hair giving him easy access to her mouth. He stopped the kiss, pulling away from the kiss, but not before nipping her bottom lip.

"Tom..." Hermione started, but stopped at his expression.

"8 years of this you missed out on" he continued as if she hadn't said a thing. He loosened hsi grip on her hair, his hands going to her hips, bringing her body flush with his own. He saw her face turn pink and he smirked down at her " Do you know how long I have waited in the background, wanting you, waiting for you to stop wasting your time with men beneath you?" he asked her.

"No.. i don't" she whispered leaning into him.

"Since I was 11 years old. I knew you were the only one for me since I was 11 years old" he replied, looking into her eyes. "10 years I have waited."

Hermione said nothing, unsure what to say, what to do. Finally she spoke "I'm not the only one to blame, you could have said something Tom"

"How many times did I turn down another girl to spend time with you. How many times did I spend what little money i had on you, on taking you out, or buying you a special gift?" he asked her " I wasn't subtle with my affections Hermione." He growled her name. "You friend zoned me, long ago"

"I'm sorry" she whispered.

"No, but you will be" he replied as he guided her down onto the bed until she was sitting on the plush mattress. Slowly he knelt down in front of her.

"Tom what are you-" she was cut off by his hand sliding beneath her skirt, soft fingers brushing against her sensitive skin. she shivered slightly at the contact, unconsciously opening her legs slightly, allowing him easier access to her body.

"Good girl" he murmured to her, trailing his fingers up the sensitive skin to the line of her panties. slowly, delicately he run is fingers over her panties, smirking at her.

"You are soaked" he informed her with a satisfied smirk on his face, watching as her skin turned red. "All it took was a few kisses and you are already ready for me" he purred. slowly he pulled down her panties, letting them tangle at her feet, enjoying that it limited her movements.

Slowly he traced his finger down her seem, feeling her shudder under his touch.

"Tom..." she whispered weakly, her voice thick with lust.

"So wet for me" he smirked up at her "What a good girl, knowing who her master is" slowly he slid a finger into her core, watching as her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, slowly he curled his finger inside her, watching as her mouth made a little o and she bucked into his hand unconsciously.

"Did they ever touch you like this, Dove?" he asked her wanting the truth from her. He would kill them, whoever had touched her like this, whoever else had gotten the pleasure of spending this precious time with her. Of seeing her like this, so open and vulnerable. He would kill them.

"No" she whispered the words, her eyes fluttering open "It never felt right."

"Good girl" he responded, slowly moving his finger in and out of her, relishing each soft whimper and moan.

"Please Tom, more" she pleaded softly, her breath coming in short little gasps.

He smirked at her, knowing she was telling the truth, that they never touched her like this, she was so innocent, thinking this was all he would give her tonight. Slowly he inserted another finger, watching as her eyes fluttered back shut, He chuckled lightly, watching his little dove enjoying the pleasure he was giving her. He moved his fingers in and out of her faster, enjoying the way her eyes rolled back, how she bucked into him, wanting more friction.

He smirked as he used his thumb to rub at her little bundle of nerves, delighting in the fact that she actually jumped in surprise at the contact.

"Tell me who you belong to Hermione" he murmured softly into her ear, having moved closer to her even as he worked her body like a fiddle.

"You Tom, it was always you" she replied panting as he sped up his pace, wanting to reward her, to see her come apart from his minstrations.

It didn't take long, his thirsty girl begging for more and him supplying it, until finally she went over the edge. His name on her lips like a prayer.

He enjoyed that, watching her come apart, hearing her call for him. Yes, he would enjoy this so much more than he had with other women.

Once she had come down from her high, he removed his fingers from her, smirking as she whimpered from the loss. "Don't worry Dove," he murmured into her lips, kissing her softly as the words escaped from his mouth. "This is far from over, but first, lets go home"

Hermione nodded, her honey eyes looking into his own, her eyes wide.

Tom chuckled softly as he cleaned himself up, helping her with her panties before placing a gentle kiss on her brow.

Oh yes, tonight was going to be a long night, and Tom was going to relish ever second of it.

After all, he had to make up for lost time.