Title: Unbelievable Circumstances

Word Count: 480

Chapter: Prologue

Whatever deity decided Hermione's life wasn't hellish enough was sorely mistaken. She didn't find it at all funny. She had been placed into a situation that was already hard enough as it was. But no, someone found adding extra baggage would be just hilarious.

She was not amused with whoever the asshole was.

She never did understand how she got herself into this situation in the first place. Mind, nothing had ever gone right for her, but this…this was just evil.

Sitting in the muggle studies class, just opposite of her most hated enemy; Hermione felt someone was messing with her—for the fun of it. She didn't mind that she had been thrown back into the past.

No! Not at all! She had signed on for that bit of mayhem. But this, this was not what she had in mind when she got back to the 1940's.

Don't get her wrong, she had understood she would need to take the class. If she wanted to pose as a pureblood accurately she would have to. But she had never thought, in all her years, that the Damn Dark Lord would be taking the class too.

From what she understood, Tom Marvolo Riddle, was known to be an orphan. It was also well known just where he grew up.

It was frowned upon by his classmates, especially the Slytherin purebloods. They didn't exactly like the fact that the magical orphan who was raised by muggles was in their house. But apparently, from what Hermione knew, he had successfully made most of his followers believe he was like them—a pureblood and not the half blood she knew him to be.

Be that as it may, Hermione still didn't understand why he took the class. Whatever the reason was, she couldn't help but be paranoid. Somebody had set this horrid situation up.

She couldn't believe that her beloved Hogwarts was doing this to her. She had loved every class she had ever taken. She had loved every miniscule bit of knowledge she had ever learned. But now, she was dreading ever stepping foot into the past.

To think, she was being tormented by a class.

Hermione grimaced as the teacher walked in. Oh good gracious mother Mary! Save her.

The chalk the professor spelled to write on the board, began its fatal clank and screech. She leaned her head forward trying with all her might to will away the bile rising in her throat. Next to her, her partner—and bane of her existence—shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Hermione grimaced when the chalk halted and laid to rest. She took a deeply controlled breathe before she gazed back up to the board. On it, written in perfect calligraphy, was: Procreation: The act and repercussions.

Hermione felt she was in hell. She couldn't believe she was taking Sex Ed with Tom Bloody Riddle.

[AN] This was suppose to be a one-shot, turned into more. Go figure!