Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and this is a work of fiction for our fun and enjoyment.
A/N: I apologise in advance for any mistakes I may have made.
Warning Label
I walked into the party later than anticipated. I can't believe Ginny made me come to this. I am not one for parties, but apparently, I need to 'get out more' and stop 'moping around' after my failed relationship with Ron.
Ron wanted the spotlight and a huge family, where as I had different goals for our immediate future. So, he left me for Lavender "Won-Won" Brown. I am secretly relieved to an extent, but also grieving the loss of what could have been.
I sighed and shook my head of the melancholy, I was here to have fun and maybe have some social interaction. I craned my neck and looked around for Ginny or Luna or anyone I knew. That's when I spotted him, standing in the back, in the shadows, drinking whiskey talking to some wizard I didn't recognise.
God why did he have to be here?! I internally groaned. And why did he have to look like that? His hair perfect as always, the charming smile that made women's panties wet who were within the immediate vicinity. His navy-blue button down rolled up to the elbows, revealed his strong forearms and highlighted his hands and long piano looking fingers that would feel so good touching...my...Hermione! Mentally slapping myself for that thought.
Ugh I seriously need to get laid. He should be made illegal to look like that. Sulking, I grabbed a glass of wine and went to stand against the wall at the back, so I could observe the party.
Sometime later I felt a presence sidle up to me. I turned my head and found myself looking into the hypnotic eyes of Tom Riddle. He was so beautiful it hurt.
One arm rested against the wall above my head and leaned in, overwhelming me. My olfactory receptors were assaulted by his delicious scent- I took a deep breath-
Pine
Peppermint
Sex
And;
Flammable substances
I closed my eyes and revelled in him, I could feel his heat radiating off him. I unconsciously leaned in. Felt his whiskey and peppermint breath fanning across my face.
"Granger", he purred. I shivered.
He pulled me into him, his lips on my neck ghosting over my sensitive skin. He nipped at my earlobe. His nose tracing the shell of my ear as he huskily whispered,
"You would look so good spread out on my bed", I shuddered, arousal beginning to pool in my abdomen at his words.
Tom gripped the back of my head with his left hand, the other still resting on the wall. Pulling my head back so I could look at him. His pupils were blown wide open and his gaze promising the most sinful things. I bit my lip, his eyes locking on to the action, watching, waiting.
I let the tip of my tongue trace my lower lip. I knew I was playing with fire, but I wanted to get burned.
He growled, lunging at me. His lips, his hands where everywhere, he was a starved man looking for contact. It was hard and desperate, it was an all-out assault in the best way. I gave into the burn and surrendered. He manoeuvred us changing the angle to deepen the kiss. We hadn't even parted to breathe yet.
Who the fuck needed air anyway, when a sinfully hot man was kissing the hell out of them? Answer: Not me and clearly not him. I snaked one of my hands up to tangle in his black curls, I tugged hard. He moaned, expelling the most erotic sound I have ever heard. I was drowning in the intensity of the kiss, the fundamental need to dominate all those around him was being projected from his mouth in this moment. The consummation of me was inevitable, as inevitable as the Earth orbited the Sun.
He pulled back nipping at my kiss swollen lips. Sweet heavens above, his mouth needed a warning label.
Danger, highly flammable - High possibility of getting burned upon contact
And damn did I get burned.