Hermione blushed as her fiancé looked up and down her body with his ruby red eyes. "W-We aren't doing this, Tom."
Usually Voldemort would have hexed whoever dared to call him by his old name but he was in love with Hermione, so he would allow it.
"We aren't?" He asked, coming closer to her, making her knees hit the bed when she thought he was far too close.
"No. Now, stop, we have a load of files to go through." Voldemort chuckled and smelt his future wife's hair as she walked past him and to a large desk with manila files loaded on top of it. He tried to grab her, but she just swatted at his hands and pushed him away when he started kissing her neck.
"You smell good, baby." Hermione only rolled her eyes and started reading one of the files.
He thought it was cute when she tried to get him to stop touching her body or kissing her or anything else that was sexual. It honestly excited him farther and made him want to pin her to the wall and ravish her so she couldn't walk for a month.
"Now are you going to stop acting like a hormonal teenager and help me with these files?" Hermione asked him, breaking him from his perverted thoughts.
Voldemort smirked and tried to unbutton her shirt with wandless magic only to have his "hand" smacked with her own wandless magic. "Feisty today, aren't we?"
He advanced towards her and pressed his body against hers and Hermione felt something hard poking her stomach as the back of her knees hit the desk, and since Voldemort was two heads taller than her.
"That better not be what I think it is." Hermione said as she struggled to push Voldemort off of her. "It is," He growled in her ear, licking the shell and nipping at the lobe. "Tom!"
Voldemort chuckled. "I love this little outfit you have on. But I want you to take it off." "AH!"
Hermione screamed when she felt his hands palm her rear. "Round and tight," He commented and gave her ass a little squeeze and a small slap and Hermione used wandless magic to remove his body from hers.
"Geez, Tom, didn't think I'd come in here to see you molesting my cousin." Voldemort groaned and looked at the grinning Sirius Black with a frown. "What the hell do you want, mutt?"
Sirius only smirked. "It's not my fault you can't get her in bed. But can you blame her? I mean, 'I love this little outfit you have on, but I can't help but want to take it off.' Seriously?" Voldemort's pale face flushed and he grumbled. "Shut up," Hermione giggled and patted Voldemort on his dark haired head. He shot a lust filled gaze at her and Hermione blushed.
"Gross; you guys better not make out again." Hermione rolled her eyes at Sirius. "Leave," She ordered, pointing to the door. "Gladly,"
Hermione slapped Voldemort's hand from her thigh. "Stop, Tom. We have to look over these files." They were both in bed now, each looking over the files. "I love that little mouth of yours," Voldemort groaned and tried to kiss her. Hermione laughed and pushed him off.
"Later. We have to go over these files before Remus has a cow. Tom…" Voldemort had started brushing his nose against her neck, dropping kisses on her throat. "I love how you get commanding; it's so sexy." "Tom, no. Tom…stop it, now." Hermione told him as he leaned over her body and started devouring her neck. "Ugh, god! Here they go again; I told you, Moony." Hermione pushed Voldemort away again and squeaked when he kept kissing her body.
"Quit molesting her Tom." Remus said, frowning at seeing his sister figure struggle, trying to get her soon-to-be husband off. "No; I want her. No get out, unless you want to see me naked." That was all it took for Sirius and Remus to leave. "No, Tom. We have to finish reading these—Oh, god. Tom!"