Once the pair stepped foot in the Great Hall, they earned themselves tons of looks by fellow Slytherins and glares by Tom fangirls.

Hermione took a deep breath and briefly glanced over at Tom, who looked bored with the entire thing. She rolled her eyes at his lack of emotion and looked at the hall. It looked exactly like the Yule Ball just with halloween decorations.

Hermione felt her heart race at the thought of the Yule Ball. The fact that it felt so long ago was frightening to her.

She took a seat at the nearest table as she knew no one would ask her for a dance. She put her chin in her hand and just watched all the happy girls with their dates. With a big sigh, she continued to move her eyes towards different places of the Hall.

Tom didn't want to sit next to her because it would give off the idea he liked her. He didn't. He didn't care enough to go to a kiddish Hallowe'en Ball nor have Granger as his date.

But he was determined to truly find out who in the hell she was. Something about her struck him odd, and he was never wrong.

Getting her to the Ball was just a small step in her beginning to trust him. Maybe then she'd crack and tell him her secrets. But if not, he'd resort to forcing it out of her.

He'd always been good at being a leader. At torturing. The Dark Arts were a great fascination of his. There was something deeper that he wanted to explore. He knew he was capable of doing it; of becoming a Dark Lord one day.

He'd only just begun to plan his future, but when Granger came, he became completely side-tracked and distracted. But once she was dealt with, he'd return to his grand plan.

Tom clenched his jaw when he noticed the girl watching the people dancing with sad eyes. Why would anyone willingly want to dance?

He debated going over there and dancing with her, and although he despised dancing with every fibre in his body, he decided it'd be best for his plan to just get it over with.

"Dance?" He wrapped his hand around her forearm.

She gave him a bored look. "Are you really asking me for a dance when you harassed my arm?"

Tom felt a smile creeping up on his face but pushed all of that nonsense away. He lead her forward towards the dance floor and, much to Tom's distaste, they danced for what felt like forever. She genuinely seemed to be happy, which was great for Tom.

Eventually, a slow song was played, causing Hermione to awkwardly look around.

"I'll go sit d-" She began but stopped when she saw Tom's arm on her waist. Slow dances had to be a weakness of hers, he thought. She just seemed like such a hopeless romantic.

She hesitantly put an arm around his neck and held his hand as they slow danced around the hall.

Hermione stared into Tom's onyx eyes as he stared right back. He noticed her eyes flickering towards his lips, putting him in an uncomfortable situation. Except Tom Riddle doesn't get in uncomfortable situations.

As the slow song ended, Hermione didn't know why she felt slightly upset when Tom pulled away as fast as he did. She watched him go to his stupid Slytherin friends and completely ignore what just happened.

Hermione scoffed and decided to leave, as all the music and dancing was starting to bore her.  She'd been there for two hours now and she got one dance in. She left the Great Hall feeling nostalgic of her days at Hogwarts.

As she walked down the dark and empty halls, she could've sworn she heard footsteps behind her. Normal Hermione would've probably checked, but this Hermione was tired and yearning to sleep.

She walked into the Slytherin common room, muttering the password and taking a seat in the deserted room. She just wanted to go home. Home to her friends, family and especially to her Ron.

She spotted a firewhiskey near a table and, even though her brain told her not to, she grabbed it slowly. Hermione eyed the rim of the bottle and before she knew it, she'd taken a sip of it.

One sip turned to two, and that turned into more. She'd lost count at 4 and began to feel lousy. The brunette laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling as the drowsiness settled in.

Tom walked into the Slytherin common room to find where the Granger girl went. He had seen her leave the Great Hall in a sour mood, probably because he left her right after the dance. But that was normal, wasn't it? Surely she didn't think he liked her?

He mumbled the password and walked in, only to find the girl he'd been looking for laying on the couch. He got closer and she seemed out of it, as if she were drunk.

The bottle of fire-whiskey next to her proved he was correct, as always. He watched her, confused that she drank. He'd always taken her as a goody-two shoes, but then again, he didn't know her.

"Granger." He said, trying to get her attention. She turned her head at him and squinted her eyes. It was clear she had way too much to drink.

"Tom....Riddle?" She mumbled. He nodded in confusion. Things got even weirder when she began freaking out for no reason.

"Please...not Harry!" Her eyes welled up with tears and she became frantic. She stood up and backed away from Tom as he stepped forward.

"What's wrong with you? Who's Harry?" He inched closer. Hermione's back hit against the common room walls.

"Please don't kill him." She said slowly, tears gushing down her face at this point. Tom was beyond confused, but she was revealing things which was exactly what he needed.

"I....Alright. I won't kill him." He tried to play along. Hermione shook her head.

"He who.....must not be named." Tom furrowed his brow.

"Who? Who must not be named?" Hermione kept quiet, which made Tom even more frustrated.

"Who?!" He yelled at her and slammed the wall beside her, which broke thanks to his violent hit.

This seemed to completely break her because before Tom knew it, she was lying on the floor with her head bleeding from how hard she fell.