Can't run from time

hiii if you are still reading thank you soo much. this is my first ever fanfic so any comments or feedback is appreciated. 

The library was bathed in the soft light drifting in from the open window. As Hermione groggily woke up from an unintended but much needed nap, she found herself face to face with Tom Riddle, who sat casually in the chair next to her, his intense gaze fixed upon her. 

Startled, Hermione quickly sat up, her heart pounding. Riddle regarded her with a cold expression, and a chill ran down her spine. For a moment, they locked eyes, and Tom Riddle's face revealed no emotion. The silence between them was heavy. He stared into her honey brown eyes and she saw his face soften momentarily.

She quickly got up, her hand instinctively reaching for her wand. Tom's expression remained unreadable as he observed her every move. Gathering her composure, Hermione cast a quick spell to clean her face, heal her scars, and clothe herself in proper robes. She turned to leave, but Tom's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him until her back was pressed against a bookshelf.

They were only centimeters apart, and Tom's voice, low and seductive, whispered in her ear. "I see from your robes you are in Slytherin. I can only assume you are pure-blood?"

Hermione struggled to find words, her heart pounding. With great effort, she managed a small, quiet "Yes."

"Good," he replied, leaning in even closer, his lips brushing against her ear lobe.

Hermione pushed him away, creating some distance between them. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Riddle, I need to get ready for my first lesson," she said, striding away. She was evidently nervous and flustered by their encounter, causing Tom to smirk. 

He pursued her, quickly catching up. "How come you know the way?"

She halted, realizing the need for caution. "I actually don't. I don't even know what lessons I'm doing," she lied through gritted teeth.

"Slytherins have Potions first. Follow me!" he declared, starting to walk.

Finding it hard to match his pace, Hermione managed to jog alongside him. He smirked at her, and she rolled her eyes. "I'll find my way from here. You get to breakfast. Thanks, Riddle," she said, flashing him an overly sweet smile before running off to the classroom without waiting for his response.

The classroom slowly filled with students shooting glances in Hermione's direction. Some curious, others making faces and whispering about her unruly appearance. Seated at the front, she preferred the familiarity of being right by the teacher's desk, just as she did in her own time. Then her attention shifted to a platinum blond-haired boy standing by her desk.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Hermione stared at him, silver eyes and a familiar smirk triggering a sense of déjà vu. She stared blankly at him for a good few minutes, then opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, Tom Riddle butted in. Of course it had to be him. 

"That's my seat, Malfoy. You know that," he asserted, pushing Malfoy away and settling down next to Hermione. "Sorry my lor.." he stops mid sentence as Tom shot him a deathly glare. he corrects himself by saying "I mean sorry 'tom'." Then he promptly moved to the chair behind.

 Abraxas Malfoy. The realization hit Hermione. Even in this time, the Malfoy family was known for their interest with dark magic. She turned around and offered him a quick smile before her attention was once again drawn to Tom Riddle.

As Tom lounged in his chair, he fixed his gaze on Hermione, a playful smirk on his lips. "Grangerr... mmmm," he started, drawing out her name on the desk, his eyes never leaving hers. "I've never heard of that surname before. Where are you from?"

Hermione you have rehearsed this  she thinks. She begins, lies pouring out of her mouth. Once she had finished she bit her lip nervously. Tom raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You're lying," he said matter-of-factly.

"No, I'm not!" Hermione snapped a little too quickly, her composure slipping.

Tom continued, his tone smooth, "Why would Grindelwald be so interested in killing you and your family? How are you special in any way?"

Stammering, Hermione tried to create a convincing response. "We were very involved with the war, and... um..."

"I can tell you are lying to me, Granger. And I don't think you want to do that," he said softly, leaning towards her.

Hermione shifted uncomfortably, the overwhelming scent of cinnamon and peppermint filling her nose. Unable to meet his gaze, she looked away, feeling a blush creeping across her face. She shuffles to the far end of the bench, Tom watching her, his smirk never leaving his face.

Just as the tension between them was unbearable, Professor Slughorn entered the classroom, bringing a distraction, which hermione was terribly thankful for. Tom quickly whispered to her, lying to me is a dangerous game Granger. I expect the truth next time". He turned to face slughorn leaving hermiones thoughts whirling.