The way Hermione Granger extracted knowledge from every available resource, including himself, was directly proportional to his magic sucking addiction. In a matter of days, their... interactions became an exclusively symbiotic relationship. Tom found himself seeking her out every night at the library, in person. Because feeding off her core and plucking at her brains wouldn’t do anymore. He had a new fixation. Her vessel. Watching her physically handle books, quills and parchments. Listening to her voice recite her most recent findings accurately from text coming out of her mouth. The starved flicker of her honeycomb eyes under the candle lights as they slowly dimmed through the hours raking through vast pieces of information. It was almost supernatural. There were no limits to her famine for knowledge and her storage capacity. 