DRABBLE: One Page (Tom/Hermione, G)
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slumberTitle: One Page
Pairing: Tom/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 322
Summary: It was only a page; she meant no harm.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_kris_kringle.
She took a page off Ginny's diary.
She took a page before she knew, and Harry and Ginny and Ron would kill her if they found out, but she kept the page long after the diary was destroyed.
A bit of Tom remained, in the page she'd kept hidden within the pages of her History of Magic textbook, where no one would look. Just a bit of Tom enough to write back to her, whenever she scratched at the page with her quill.
She didn't talk to him very often, in the beginning, and when Harry destroyed the diary she couldn't write anything on his page. Whether she was afraid of talking to the future Lord Voldemort or realising that Tom did not live anymore, even on that one sheet of paper, she wasn't sure.
But she'd taken the page out by accident when she'd been looking for parchment to write Runes notes in, and she'd gaped in horror as the symbols she'd copied down disappeared on the page, replaced by the neat, careful handwriting of the boy she knew.
Hello, Hermione.
Tom. I'm sorry, I must have pulled out the wrong paper.
Not to worry, here are your notes back. You can resume ignoring me again, if you like.
It isn't like that, she'd written down, and he'd forgiven her.
And he knew so much, told her so much--this was the brilliant Tom Riddle who'd excelled in all his classes and studied in advance, who knew what it was like to have to prove his worth among his pureblooded classmates. This was the Tom who was lonely too, and out of place, in a magical world that did not always take kindly to him.
She wasn't stupid. She knew she was safe. Tom wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't dare. She never told him about Harry, he never asked anymore, and besides--besides, it was only a page.
Hermione.
Yes, Tom?
Do you want to see what Christmas is like in here?
I don't know if--could I?
Pairing: Tom/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 322
Summary: It was only a page; she meant no harm.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for
hp_kris_kringle.She took a page off Ginny's diary.
She took a page before she knew, and Harry and Ginny and Ron would kill her if they found out, but she kept the page long after the diary was destroyed.
A bit of Tom remained, in the page she'd kept hidden within the pages of her History of Magic textbook, where no one would look. Just a bit of Tom enough to write back to her, whenever she scratched at the page with her quill.
She didn't talk to him very often, in the beginning, and when Harry destroyed the diary she couldn't write anything on his page. Whether she was afraid of talking to the future Lord Voldemort or realising that Tom did not live anymore, even on that one sheet of paper, she wasn't sure.
But she'd taken the page out by accident when she'd been looking for parchment to write Runes notes in, and she'd gaped in horror as the symbols she'd copied down disappeared on the page, replaced by the neat, careful handwriting of the boy she knew.
Hello, Hermione.
Tom. I'm sorry, I must have pulled out the wrong paper.
Not to worry, here are your notes back. You can resume ignoring me again, if you like.
It isn't like that, she'd written down, and he'd forgiven her.
And he knew so much, told her so much--this was the brilliant Tom Riddle who'd excelled in all his classes and studied in advance, who knew what it was like to have to prove his worth among his pureblooded classmates. This was the Tom who was lonely too, and out of place, in a magical world that did not always take kindly to him.
She wasn't stupid. She knew she was safe. Tom wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't dare. She never told him about Harry, he never asked anymore, and besides--besides, it was only a page.
Hermione.
Yes, Tom?
Do you want to see what Christmas is like in here?
I don't know if--could I?
