"She wasn't sure what had compelled her to agree to this game. She knew she shouldn't have agreed at all, but when Riddle approached her with the most earnest look on his face, she just couldn't say no. He never asked anyone to play." AU. Creepy. One-shot.

"Look at me," he murmured, the command in his voice difficult for Hermione to ignore. But if there was one thing that Hermione was, it was stubborn. She stared at the tiniest crack on the adjacent wall, unwilling to give in. Why had she even agreed to tutor this kid? AU. Dub-con. PWP.

You found me-," he sounded closer this time, his voice still amused, but seeming to take on a sharper edge that had Hermione's skin prickling with unease. "Sssso desperate, sssso panicked—you kept looking for me in your quaint little home." Dark. Ghost AU. Reincarnation. Non-canon magic. Non-con.

She didn't care that he was taller than her, or that he was clearly far better at dueling than she was. None of that mattered when she was under the scrutiny of a cold-blooded murderer. Tomione. One-shot. AU.