Can't run from time

Hermione wakes up to a dimly lit room. She groans loudly before turning around to see Tom Riddle sleeping next to her. She was. In bed. with a half naked dark lord..

"AHHHH" she shrieked when she was fully conscious. "Huh? What? Oh Granger." he replied rubbing his eyes, still half asleep. "Riddle WHAT THE FUCK are you doing in my bed!!!?" she screamed, kicking him the leg. "OW GRANGER. Incase you didn't notice you are in MY bed" 

"WHAT?!?" she leapt out of bed and ran straight out the door. "Granger wait!" Tom said but she was already gone. 

That evening there was a meeting. Tom had made Hermione a cloak, similar to his, but silver. Her heart was pounding as the Knights all arrived in the forrest. As Tom introduced Hermione as their new Dark Lady, the Knights' reactions ranged from surprise to skepticism, their eyes flickering with confusion.

They  shifted uncomfortably, exchanging wary glances as Tom's proclamation echoed in their minds. Some looked upon Hermione with disbelief at the notion of a mere witch would have such a prestigious title. 

Abraxas Malfoy, his platinum blond hair glinting in the dim light, narrowed his eyes at Hermione, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion evident in his gaze. 

As the murmurs of uncertainty filled the forrest, Tom's voice cut through the tension like a blade, his tone commanding and authoritative. "Hermione Granger has proven herself worthy of our ranks," he declared, his gaze unwavering as he addressed the assembled Death Eaters. "She possesses the strength to serve as our Dark Lady and.." he paused, meeting her gaze. "and my equal" he finished.

Hermione stood tall.  Though she felt their dislike of having another leader, bearing down upon her, she refused to falter. Her mission was going well and she wouldn't let anyone get in the way. 

Tom glared at them. "Well, bow?" he snarled. Hermione surveyed the room, as each and every one of them bowed down "My Lady" they muttered.

"Today, we shall be continuing training," Tom announced. He looked at Hermione and said under his breath"I'm training them in the dark arts"
The training sessions were horrible, she watched as Tom tortured each and every person who was unable to cast a dark spell. She felt sick. Suddenly Tom said loudly "The Dark Lady will also be punishing those who fail to cast their spells" He looked at her, his face expressionless yet cold.

"what? I can't-" she whispered to him. "They will never accept you as their leader if you don't lead. Don't be wimpy Granger, you are interested in Dark magic aren't you?" he replied.

She couldn't blow it. She needs him to get closer to her, to trust her enough to tell her the locations of his Horcruxes. 

She took a deep breath before shouting "Crucio!!" at Nott. She watched as he screamed in agony. Her spell was strong, stronger than Tom had expected. Nott shrieked in pain but Hermione wouldn't stop. Surprisingly she couldn't. She hated herself for feeling like this, for feeling so powerful. "Granger stop now" Tom shouted. But she didn't stop "GRANGER!!" he shouted again. He watched as Notts body fell limp. He quickly reached out and knocked her wand out her hand. 

Hermione snapped back from her trance. She remembered what she where she was and what she had just done. She stared at Notts body on the ground and fell to the floor sobbing. "no no no what have I done" 

"You are dismissed" Tom said to the boys. "Abraxas, cast some healing spells and take him to the infirmary" 

Hermione sat in a heap on the floor sobbing loudly. "Hermione" he said softly. He bent down and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She sobbed louder "I could have killed him I- I-" she couldn't finish. She pulled closer to Tom, burrowing her head in his chest. Tom sat awkwardly. He didn't know what to do or how to comfort her. He simply put his hands around her waist and sat there until he heard her softly snore in his arms.