As Tom Riddle is hunting for the diadem in Albania, he stumbles across a strange artifact he's never seen before. Hermione Granger is a lowly Ministry employee on vacation in the mountains of Albania. She's found the perfect cabin for a week of rela...
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Chapter 9: Magic
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October 2002
Hermione's Flat
Diagon Alley, London, England
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After spending the day with Theo and Draco, Tom walked into Hermione's flat to find her already there. It was at least two hours before she normally came home from work. He'd taken to spending his working days with Theo and Draco, bringing more members into the fold slowly, and spending weekends with Hermione. Usually in bed.
"Hey." Tom leaned against the doorway into the lounge to see Hermione kneeling on the floor in front of the coffee table. She had half a dozen books spread out and several rolls of parchment. She was furiously taking notes, the end of her quill bobbing quickly as her hand flowed across the page.
"Hey," she said back distractedly.
Tom frowned and walked closer, trying to determine what exactly she was researching so furiously. He almost laughed when he realized it was the books on sex magic. He knew she was interested, but he hadn't realized how interested she was.
"Found anything?" he asked.
"A few actually that I think will work. I'm running the Arithmantic probabilities now. One of the rituals had to be translated from Ancient Runes and I'd love a double-check on my work." She finally looked up at him and offered him a small grin. Her hair was in a fuzzy halo around her head, and she was wearing an old jumper that was much too big for her, one of the shoulders was slipped down her arm, showing the strap of her bra. Tom felt his trousers constrict at the sight of her. She looked utterly beguiling with her ink-stained fingers and her happy smile.
"Sure, I was alright at Runes," Tom muttered and settled onto the floor next to her. He was somewhat surprised that the floor was more comfortable than it should have been. She must have cast a cushioning charm.
Hermione handed a spare piece of parchment to him and another quill, before going back to her equations.
Tom checked her translations and wasn't surprised to see that they were perfect. He sat back and watched her work for a moment.
"What?" she asked finally, still not looking up from her parchment.
"Nothing," Tom smirked.
She must have heard something in his voice because she looked up at him and then flushed.
