“Will you feed me six pomegranate seeds?” + ship of your choice?
Tomione, but Dark!Hermione for a change :)
Hermione huffed, dropping her books down with a thump on the table. Tom turned to look at her, one end of his lips quirking into a smirk as she met him with a heated glower. He placed his quill down, folding his hands in front of him as he said, “What happened now? Malfoy again?”
She growled at the name, tossing the chair beside him out too roughly as she dropped herself into it. “The unbelievably pompous, arrogant, vain, slimy, boorish-”
“Do you actually intend to get to the point, or do you just plan to list adjectives for the rest of the night?”
She sent him a withering glare, lips pinched in frustration as if the physical restraint of it was the only thing trapping in her harsh retorts.
“Don’t start with me, as well. I’ve had about my fill of Slytherins for today. Purebloods and their archaic beliefs. Acting as if they’re better simply because they’re the product of generational incest and have Ancient Roman and Greek names, when they wouldn’t be able to spell their way out of a wet paper bag,” she muttered.
“Is someone jealous that they aren’t named Agrippa or Demeter?” he teased.
“No, I’m jealous my father isn’t also my cousin, clearly,” she said, Tom chuckling from deep within his throat.
“Well, I hope you taught him a proper lesson in respecting you,” He said, picking his quill up once more as he began to continue working on his Ancient Runes assignment.
Her eyes lit up then, feverish and manic as she smiled shyly. “It was a punishment fitting of the Greek and Roman Gods themselves, I assure you.” His quill paused, only for a moment, as he flicked his eyes up at her before returning them to his parchment. It was only a matter of time before Malfoy pushed the powerful witch too far, and he was all too encouraging of it, if he were honest. He had long since been trying to appeal to her more primal impulses, showing her how to take back and assert the power others tried to steal from her. If Malfoy was the casualty required in this endeavor, so be it.
“And if anything, I’m an Athena,” she mumbled, and he smiled at that.
“I’d argue Persephone,” he responded.
She furrowed her brows, a question in its own right.
“You’ll be Queen of the Underworld in no time, my Love,” he answered, and she continued to stare at him, her eyes quizzical and her lips slightly parted, pink tongue darting out to wet them. It was the same look she gave him every time she was uncertain of his sincerity, if he was merely playing the role of a monster or if he were a monster playing the role of man. She was resistant to him, at times, which made it that much sweeter a temptation to turn her away from the light and the from the Gryffindors who ignored her because she was smarter than they could appreciate, wilder than they could tame.
After what felt like a lifetime of scrutiny under her look, she finally settled back, smirking in a way that mirrored his own. Tilted to the side, not quite reaching her eyes. “Well, than in that case will you feed me six pomegranate seeds?”
Concept: a movie theater that only shows Harry Potter films. The movies will be in 4D. The temperature will drop when dementors are present. Fans will blow on you during quidditch scenes. Enticing smells will be pumped in during feast scenes but don’t worry about feeling hungry because the theater will serve Bertie Botts, treacle tart, drumsticks, butterbeer, chocolate frogs and those tiny little pies that Mrs. Weasley makes. Instead of loyalty cups, you get discounts if you wear a Weasley sweater.