Can't run from time

Tom riddle scoffed, walking down the corridor. He was just completing is daily Head Boy duties. It was currently 11:20 and way past curfew for all students except the prefects, who were patrolling the school for any students who were out of bed. 

Tom hated this job. He should be reading his new book on the Dark arts, not wasting time telling first years to go to sleep. He was bored to death. So far he had taken points from 5 students who were lurking around the astronomy tower. Now, he heard a loud thud further down the corridor. Probably some idiot 6th year who is drunk.. again. He thought to himself, as he ran toward the source of the sound. 

When he got there he audibly gasped, making loud echos down the hall. He regained his calm before kneeling down next to the person. It was a girl, about his age. She was wearing very peculiar clothing and had cuts and bruises all over her. She had bushy brown hair and was quite skinny too. Who was this mystery girl?

He  leaned down to stroke her cheek, unsure of what he should be doing. Just as his cold hand made contact with her face her eyes flew open. 

Tom jumped back and stared at the girl. Come on Tom, she's heavily injured and obviously confused. Say something his mind urged. 

Just as he was about to ask her how she got there, she scrambled to her feet, and glanced around at her surroundings wide eyed.  The moment her eyes fell on him, her hand flew to her mouth. The terror oh her face was evident. Tears began to fall from Hermione's eyes as she glanced around her familiar surroundings. She was at Hogwarts, but how? was she dead? and why was the Dark Lord from the diary in their second year standing in front of her? 

Come on Hermione, it's no time to think about these questions that you have no answers for she thought. Again, she looked around and saw that it looked as if the war never existed, and if the war never existed then... Dumbledore!

"Who are y.." Tom began but Hermione cut him off by mummering something to herself which tom couldn't understand.

Just as Tom attempted to talk to her again, she began to speed walk down the hall. "Hey wait!" Tom shouted at her. He watched as she ignored him and continued to rush down the corridor, making her way towards the Headmasters office. 

How does she know where it is? I've never seen this girl in my life... 

Tom raced after her and grabbed her wrist harshly. "Let go of me!" she said firmly. "Ahh so you do have a voice" he said. "I said, LET GO" she said again while attempting to get out of his strong grasp. He simply smirked at her weakness before tightening his grip and attempting to drag her to the hospital wing. "You seem to be confused and obviously hurt" he said simply, enjoying watching her struggle. She tried pulled back, before shouting "I'm warning you Riddle"

The moment those words flew out her mouth she regretted it. "How do you know my name?" Riddle whispered. His once mischievous eyes turned stone cold as he released her hand and drew his wand. 

Hermione shuddered as she stared into the pale green orbs. "You mentioned it.." she started to whisper. Tom interrupted her. "Oh don't give me that shit. I don't know who you are, so you should have no fucking clue who I am!" 

She didn't dare meet his eyes. She carefully drew her wand and watched as he did the same. "I wouldn't do that, you have no idea who you are dealing with." Tom glared at her, a murderous glint in his eye. "Actually, I know exactly who I'm dealing with Tom Riddle. You on the other hand, you have no idea who I am and you never will. Go slither back into whatever hole you live in and leave me alone" she smoothly replied, the Gryffindoor courage coursing through her veins. 

Hermione then spun round and calmly walked towards the Headmasters office once more. Her calmness threw Tom off. How can she know who I am? We just met. Oh she dared to mock me...

Without warning Tom aimed at her back and shouted "Crucio". The spell hit Hermione. But she turned around with nothing more than a little flinch. A mocking smile tugged at her lips. "Oh that doesn't work on me." She smirked. All that practice of being tortured during the war and the shield charm payed off. Oh I've had enough of him she thought before she battered her eyelashes and ran down the hall, Tom still standing there watching her turn the corner and disappear.