Can't run from time

SORRY GUYS THIS IS JUST A CONTINUATION FROM LAST TIME. THERE IS NO SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER!! YOUR GONNA HAVE TO WAIT A LITTLE! ENJOY THOUGH

 (YOU HORNY BITCHES) -Just kidding

Hermione sobbed in the bathroom, her shoulders shaking as she tried to muffle the sounds with her hand. The guilt gnawed at her, a relentless force that wouldn't let her go. She imagined Harry's eyes, filled with hurt and betrayal. What was she doing? She needed to focus on her mission. But Tom...Tom was unlike anyone she had ever met. 

He was fearless, confident, and his intellect matched hers in a way that both infuriated and excited her. He challenged her, and she adores a good challenge. If he wasn't destined to become the Dark Lord who would cause so much pain and suffering, she might have admitted to herself that she was developing a schoolgirl crush on him.

A light tap on the door interrupted her thoughts. She quickly washed her face, trying to hide the evidence of her tears. Taking a deep breath, she pulled open the door. Tom stood there, his expression unreadable. Before she could react, he pinned her against the door, his eyes searching her face.

"Are you okay?" he muttered, his voice low and intense."Yes," she began, but her voice faltered as she felt Tom's hand slide up her thigh. "No, Tom, stop," she said, her voice firm despite the tremor in it. "I can't."

"Why not?" he demanded, his eyes darkening with a hint of anger.

"Because..." She hesitated, searching for a reason that wouldn't provoke him further. "Because I swore to myself—and to my parents—that I would only do it after marriage." She took a sharp intake of breath, her eyes closing as she braced for his reaction.

"What?" he shouted, his grip on her tightening. "Honestly, I can imagine other girls doing that for their families but not YOU, Granger. Besides, who cares? Your parents are gone, and it's just a silly—" He stopped abruptly, realising what he had said.

"How sensitive of you, Tom," Hermione said, her voice cold. "Yes, my parents are gone, but I am keeping my word to them. Goodnight." She pushed past him, refusing to cry in front of him, and stormed out of the room.

Hermione walked through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She felt anger, sadness. She thought about her parents, who have forgotten her, who are having the time of their lives in Australia in the "future". She needed to stay focused, to remember why she was here. But Tom...Tom made everything so complicated.

 Hermione made her way to her dormitory, her mind still racing. She climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin as she stared at the ceiling. Tom's words echoed in her mind, mixing with memories of Harry, Ron, and her parents. She wanted to hex him, or at least give him some sort of a lesson. But for the plan to work she needed to be close to him. No, she needed him to believe she was close to him. She shut off all those "feelings" and closed her eyes.

Sleep came slowly that night, filled with restless dreams and the haunting feeling that she was walking a dangerous path, one that could change everything.