A/N: So after many, many, MANY requests for more, I have decided to make "Boondocks" into a four-parter. Here is chapter two and the last parts will come once I've made some more headway with "Linen Rope"! Now that summer classes are over, I should have more time to write, so hopefully the wait won't be long. :)

Enjoy!

Hermione woke up the next morning with a feeling of warmth and contentment. She sighed and stretched out before grunting as the lightly tanned arms wrapped around her squeezed and pulled her back against the long body behind hers.

She smiled and turned her head to look back over her shoulder, before wriggling around in Tom's arms and kissing his nose. "Good morning."

One hazy green eye slowly cracked open before drifting shut again. "Mornin'." Tom's voice is scratchy and deep with sleep before he sighed and nuzzled his bristly cheek against her breast.

Hermione laughed and ran her fingers through his hair, sighing softly as she closed her eyes again.

Pulling the duvet a little higher, she rested her head back against her pillow, one hand leisurely stroking and scratching Tom's scalp and the back of his neck. His lean body was curled around hers and radiating heat, keeping them quite toasty in the cool air of her bedroom.

After a few quiet moments, Tom turned his head slightly and pressed a kiss to the side of her breast. With a rustle of the sheets, he shifted and pushed himself up over her, his head tilting down to press a kiss to her mouth, which she smiled and returned with interest.

Hermione's arms slid around his shoulders as he kissed her, still moving slowly, purposefully, as he shifted his legs and pressed in between hers, nudging her thighs apart as he scraped his blunt nails down her sides and around her hips.

She gasped sharply and let her head fall back as his mouth moved to her neck, lightly nipping at then soothing the flesh with his tongue. Down her neck, across her collarbone and back to her breast, Tom moved steadily until his lips wrapped around her pert nipple, causing her to shudder and moan softly.

He had glanced up at her with a grin against her flesh before he leaned back down to suck and lick and nibble; his one hand curled around her hip and the other cupping her other breast. After a few long moments of drawing her nipple out into a flushed hard nub, he moves over to the other.

Hermione whined softly, her fingers flexing and digging into his hair and shoulder as she arches her hips into his body, grinding against his stomach. "Tom, please…!"

Tom smirked and ignored her pleading as he continued to lave at her nipple until he was satisfied, only then pushing himself up slightly to survey her breasts. "So beautiful." His green eyes flickered up to her face as his hand slid along her hip and dipped between her legs, gently rubbing at her swollen and sopping wet entrance. "Is this all for me, darlin'?" His fingertips glided over her flesh before slowly sliding one finger into her, still so gently and slowly – torturously so – pumping it in and out before a second finger joined the first.

Hermione cried out softly as his fingers entered her cunt, her hands spasming and clutching at her sheets. "Oh! Yes, it's all for you, ohhh, please, do that again!"

He chuckled and swiped his thumb along her clit, smirking as her hips jerked up hard against his hand. "Yes, ma'am." He twisted his hand and curled his fingers again, watching her brown eyes fly open as she moaned, a high pitch sound that made him redouble his efforts, picking up the speed of his hand thrusting into her as his thumb kept a steady rub and stroke along her clit.

After only another moment, Hermione let out a cry before she dragged a pillow over her face as she shuddered with her first orgasm of the day.

Tom grinned and plucked the pillow from her hands, tossing it to the side and ignoring it as it fell from the bed. "Don't do that, darlin', I like to hear all the noise you make."

Hermione let out a laugh and swatted his arm. "Shut up, I have roommates! I'd rather them not hear any of the noise I make!"

He chuckled darkly as one hand tweaked one of her still hard nipples and making her groan softly. "You weren't so worried about that last night, princess."

A bright blush crept across her face as she recalled the night before. "Well. You had just gotten into town, and I wasn't thinking about it then! I am now!"

Tom rolled his eyes and smirked, stroking down her front to lightly trace her bellybutton. "Yes, ma'am, I'll let you muffle your sweet moans and cries. But you'll have to do your best because I'm about to fuck you harder than you've been fucked before."

Hermione's eyes widened as she looked up at his mischievous face as he shuffled back and helped her up and over onto her hands and knees. "There you go, love, just like that…" She shivered and arched into his hand as he stroked along her spine lightly, leaning over and pressing a kiss just over the swell of her hind end.

She glanced over her shoulder at him as she felt him move up behind her before suddenly she felt the blunt tip of his cock against her entrance. He stroked her lips, once twice, before abruptly sheathing himself completely within her with a groan. "Fuck! You're so tight, princess." He gritted his teeth as his hands grasped at her back, rubbing roughly for a moment until they slid down and grasped her hips. "You better hang on."

Hermione bit her lip and shuddered at the dark depth of his voice, her hands clutching at the edge of the mattress as he slowly withdrew from her clutching pussy, then back in, once more, then suddenly he was moving hard and fast. She was only able to bow her head and hold on tight to the mattress.

Each hard thrust made her cry out softly as he truly started fucking her, as promised. His muscles trembled as he gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, sweat collecting on his forehead and sticking his hair to his face. His cock was pistoning in and out, hips moving as fast as he can manage as he gasped and moaned out.

Tom's moans were driving Hermione harder along the path to her orgasm; every noise he made, while they were in bed, caused her pussy to clench and her juices to flow even more liberally.

He groaned deep in his throat as he shuddered, before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her up against him, hips still moving as his hands moved down her body, one cupping her breast as the other dove between her legs and rubbing her clit. "I'm so close, darlin', can you feel it? I want you to come with me; you're so beautiful, so sexy. That's it, darlin'…"

Hermione shuddered and cried out, her head falling back against Tom's shoulder as one hand dug into his hair, and the other grabbed at his ass. "Yes, oh please, yes!" It only took another thrust from his cock and stroke from his fingers before she shattered, a scream escaping from her throat as she melted into him.

Tom groaned and buried his face into her neck as he started coming, his hips stuttered to a stop as he pressed as hard and deep into her as possible. They remained locked together, kneeling on the bed with his arms wrapped around her and his softening cock still inside of her for a long moment; the only sound in the room the gasping rustle of their breath.

Slowly, he unlocked his muscles and settled back down onto the bed, pulling her down with him until they were lying beside one another, arms and legs intertwined as he kissed her damp forehead.

She sighed and nestled closer to him, her head rest against that little curve of his arm where it met the shoulder, breathing in their mingling scents.

Suddenly, there was a loud pounding on the other side of the bedroom door and Padma's voice shouting, "If you two are done in there, we're going out for breakfast in twenty minutes if you'd like to join us! Don't make another sound if you aren't coming!"

Hermione shrieked then started laughing, burying her face into his chest for a moment before she popped her head up, yelling back through the door, "Yes, yes, I heard you!" She looks to Tom, brows arching as she grinned. "How about it, cowboy? Breakfast in the big city followed by some touristy stuff?"

Tom smirked down at her and nodded. "Definitely, that sounds fantastic." He winked and hopped up from the bed, leaving her to grab a blanket and pull it over her as he tugged on a pair of workout shorts and tugging the door open to smirk at Padma, who just stood there gaping at the deliciously half-naked man lounging against the doorframe just a few feet away. "We'd love to join ya'll. Hermione and I're just going to hop in the shower real quick, and we'll be right out."

Padma blushed and nodded at his words, "Oh, sure. No problem! We'll just be right out here, waiting for you guys." She grinned over his shoulder as he turned and moved back into Hermione's bedroom, throwing up her hands with a thumbs up and mouthing 'Way. To. Go!'

Hermione blushed and waved her hands at her friend before Tom shut the door with a laugh. "Tom, you are terrible!" She laughed as she stood up, grinning back at him. "Come on, let's hurry up through a shower and go get some food."

Tom smirked and shrugged. "It's all in good fun. And definitely, I am starved. All that extra exercise." His grin turned wicked as he winked at her flaming blush before they troop into the apartment's one bathroom to get ready for the day.

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Breakfast was at a little diner off of Broadway near campus. Tom tucked into the largest bunch of food that any of the girls had ever seen a single person eat, a full spread from buttered toast to sausage links. Hermione grinned and munched on her fruit and oatmeal with Padma and Parvati split a spinach omelet and bowl of fruit.

Tom sighed and shook his head. "Too bad ya'll don't have grits up here. That would be perfect."

Parvati quirked a brow and looked at Tom curiously. "What is a grit?"

Hermione wrinkled her nose and laughed. "It's a ground corn thing. Like… hummus, but a lot coarser?"

Tom arched his brows, his nose wrinkling. "It's not at all like hummus; that's disgusting."

Padma laughed and shook her head. "Sorry, but grits sound disgusting."

Parvati nodded in agreement before glancing at her watch. "We better get going if we're going to make the movie, Padma." Her twin nodded and shoveled one last bite of omelet into her mouth as Parvati dug some money from her wallet.

Tom waved at the girls. "Don't, I'll buy breakfast. You ladies are letting me crash at your apartment for the next few days; it's the least I can do."

Padma tilted her head then shrugged with a smile. "Well, I won't argue with that! Thanks, Tom."

After the twins have paid and headed off to see a movie, Hermione smiled up at Tom before laying her head on his shoulder. "That was very kind of you, thank you for breakfast. Where would you like to go today?"

Tom grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Where ever you'd like, darlin'. You're the boss."

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The rest of the day was spent exploring the city. After leaving breakfast, they went for a walk in Central Park and had hot dogs from a street vendor for lunch.

After lunch, they visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art, wandering through the halls and discussing their favorite pieces and galleries (Hermione's was always the Temple of Dendur, while Tom seemed to be drawn to the paintings).

They headed back to Hermione's apartment where, after a stop at the market, Tom made shrimp and grits with greens for dinner. Hermione ate every last bite and went back for more, while Padma and Parvati ate themselves so full that they collapsed on the couch and didn't move again until they dragged themselves off to bed, despite the former disdain for grits.

After cleaning the tiny kitchen up, they curled up into a pile of limbs on Hermione's bed and talked quietly before drifting off into sleep.

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The next three days passed similarly. Every day, Tom would wake Hermione up with his mouth and hands roaming her body before they would go out and explore the city together.

The Statue of Liberty, Times Square, a ridiculously long wait outside of Magnolia Bakery for two admittedly amazing cupcakes, a wander through Bergdorf's, China Town, and coffee at Grand Central Terminal, along with plenty of pizza and ethnic food and hot dogs for lunch while Tom continued to make dinners, helped to round out the rest of their visit together.

On their last day together, they went to the Empire State Building and snuggled together against one of the railings as they peered out over the city.

Tom stroked his fingers along Hermione's arm as they stood together, looking out over the buildings surrounding them. His voice rumbled into her ear from where his head leaned against hers. "I had a great time with you this weekend, sweetheart. Thanks for showing me around."

Hermione smiled and leaned her head back against Tom's chest, lacing her fingers with his free hand. "Of course, I'm just so glad you were here! And for all the cooking."

He chuckled, remaining quiet for a long moment, before shifting his position to turn her around so that they were facing one another. His hand rose and stroked her cheek lightly before tucking a wind-blown curl behind her ear. "Would you consider coming to Thanksgiving with my family?"

Her brown eyes widen as she looked up at him, surprise flashing across her face. "Thanksgiving? With your family?"

Tom smirked and arched a brow as he nodded, his fingers threading through her hair. "Yes, ma'am. If you're willing, that is. My father and his parents aren't the most friendly… of people. But I would like for them to meet you."

Hermione turned her head to press a kiss to his arm before nodding solemnly. She knew his story well enough to know that he did not get along with his father very well, and thus spent most of his free time at the Malfoy stables. "Of course, Tom. I would love to come visit for Thanksgiving." She smiled and pressed back close to him. "Sounds loads better than going with my parents to my grandmother's and sitting silently on an antique couch."

He snorted and rolled his eyes before tugging her closer. "Well, if those are your only two choices…" He grinned before tilting his head down and pressing his lips to hers, softly. "I have to say… I'm glad you chose me."

She laughed softly and wrapped her arms around his waist tightly. "Yes, sir. I chose you."

His answering smile was brilliant as he leaned down and kissed her again, this time harder and more insistent.