I would have posted this last night, but AO3 went down as soon as I got it back and I wanted to post it on both websites at the same time. Any mistakes here are my own.

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As she sat in Professor Riddle's class that morning, her phone wouldn't stop vibrating in her pocket. Taking a peek at the screen while he'd been focused on, Neville's less than stellar response, she'd nearly groaned aloud.

Ollivander had called her six times, and her stomach was already sinking. It had been a foolish mistake on her part to treat Tom's former companion the way she had the day before. Not that she'd had any hope of keeping her job once Tom mentioned that Bella absolutely had it out for her. Still, Hermione had thought she might have had more time to find a replacement job so she wouldn't fall behind on her rent.

The moment he dismissed the class, she returned the call, leaning against the desk with tears already forming in her eyes. "Hello?"

"Hi, Mr. Ollivander, I'm sorry I couldn't return your call sooner. I was in class." She managed to keep her voice steady, hoping that if she remained calm she might be able to wiggle her way out of unemployment. She waved her friends to go on ahead of her, murmuring that she needed to discuss an assignment with their professor as well.

"Yes, Hermione. I received a terrible complaint this morning. Did you assist a woman named Bellatrix Black yesterday?"

Her fingers trembled. "I did, sir."

"Did you insult her by saying nothing could make her pleasant to be around?" His voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Once the door to his class had been closed, Tom waved for her to follow him into his office. She knelt down, grabbing her bag and followed him.

"I lost my temper, sir. She had insulted me before hand."

"That's no way to treat a customer. I think it would be best -"

"Sir, it was not my intention to treat a customer badly. She belittled me, and -"

"Miss Granger, I am not in the habit of employing school children. Not everyone will like you, and I had assumed you were mature enough to accept that. There is no need for you to come in for you shift today. I will forward you your final cheque to the address on file."

"Fuck." She muttered, tossing her phone down on Tom's desk before she sank into the chair in front of it. "That's that then."

"Someone will call you about your application." Tom assured her, leaning against his desk, his hands clasped in his lap.

"Hopefully, but hope isn't going to pay this month's rent. Neither is my final wage with the hours that are on it." Hermione deadpanned, crossing one leg over the other. She sighed. "I should ask Ginny if she'd mind me staying with her."

He frowned. "Is that necessary though? Hermione, I wouldn't want you to lose your flat. It wouldn't be an issue to loan you the money." Tom spoke softly.

"I'm not asking!" Hermione shrieked, quieting down at his widening eyes. "I'm sorry." She said, inhaling. "That came out as abrasive. I don't need a loan from you, especially since I would never be able to pay you back. I will handle this on my own. I'm a perfectly functioning adult."

"Fucking stubborn is what you are. Fine, it doesn't have to be a loan. You can take the money with no obligation to repay me."

Hermione stood, looking behind her to check that the door was locked. "Tom," she began. "Why would you possibly offer to help? We're not exactly strangers anymore, but this? Offering a sum that large -"

"I've seen your flat. I don't think it's going to be a massive loss on my end." He quipped.

Sighing at the rude way he'd tried to distract her, Hermione skipped over that and continued with what she had been saying. "As I was saying, you wouldn't offer this to anyone else."

Tom gripped her hips, and brought her between his legs where he sat on his desk. The tip of his nose brushed against her curls as he inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo. "It seems that we might as well be strangers since you don't understand what I've laid out in front of you. Would I offer to help anyone else? Doubtful, especially if there was nothing to gain for myself."

She snorted at his bluntness, arching one eyebrow. "Yes, you're hardly the type of man that does things out of the kindness of his heart."

"Anyway," he spoke over her. "I'm not doing it for just anyone; I'm doing it for you, you irritating swot."

"That was sappy, Tom."

He rolled his eyes, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. "If saying sappy things and whispering sweet nothings cause you to give in, I'll use it as a tactic of getting what I want."

"No, it doesn't work. I'll live with Ginny." Hermione's hands were flat against his chest, her fingers sliding between the buttons. "What you could do is take my mind off of all of this. Isn't this your planning period?"

His fingers dug into her hips. "I'll change your mind eventually."

"Be quiet, and hurry. Ginny has probably already figured out that I'm shagging you in your office."

"No," he sighed. "I rather think I'd take my time. I believe I told you not to wear knickers to my class anymore, didn't I?"

She swallowed. "You might have, but I was a bit scatterbrained this morning since someone decided to fuck me into my matress six times last night!"

"Take your knickers off, Miss Granger." Tom said, taking a seat in his leather office chair and leaning back. "Will you do whatever I ask?"

"Yes." She whispered, flipping her skirt up and sliding the thong down her legs. "What would you have me do?"

"I want you on your knees with my cock hitting the back of your throat." He told her, watching with a smug smirk as she sank to her knees in front of his parted legs. She reached for his belt, and then the button on his trousers.

With her eyes wide, the perfect look of innocence on her face, she leaned forward and pulled his zipper down with her teeth, pulling his boxers down as well. His heavy erection sprang free and the tip of her tongue slid against her pale pink lips as she wrapped her hand around the base before giving the head of his cock a tentative lick.

"God." He growled, winding his fingers into her hair as she took the tip of him between her lips, swirling her tongue around it, slowly moving her hand up and down. "You're so pretty on your knees for me. Does it make your pussy drip that someone could walk in here and see you on your knees?"

Her moan was her only reply as she took him farther into her hot mouth.

"Would you stop if someone did? Or would you suck my cock like the little slut you like to be for me?" Another whimper, but her eyes fluttered shut. "Would you like to know what I think? I think you like the thrill of getting caught, of knowing this is risky, but you'll still let me fuck you over my desk. You'll still beg for me."

Hermione was taking nearly all of him now, her head bobbing up and down as her tongue worked against him. It was the light caress to his sac that nearly made him come in her mouth. With a heavy groan, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away.

"Sit on the desk and spread your legs." He ordered, kneeling in front of her. His tongue slid between her folds, flicking her clit, "Hermione, you cannot come. For any reason."

"What the fuck do you mean I can't -"

"Consider it a punishment for going against me when I want to help you. I'll take you to the edge over and over again, but you are not allowed to come. Not on my tongue, or my cock."

"I'll come from your voice if you don't bloody quit." She paused, and then brought her legs together, kicking him away. "Actually, I'll take care of myself." She hissed. Hermione's hips swayed as she made her way over to the sofa against the wall. "I hardly need your help."

"Hermione," he warned.

"No." She challenged him. "I'll lay here and rub my clit until I come over my fingers. I won't beg you to help me." She settled against the soft cushions after pulling her shirt over her head, unclasping her bra and bringing her knees up. "Didn't you say you wanted to see me do this?"

Tom said nothing, but he took two strides to reach her, grabbed her and her back hit the wall. "You're not going to be in charge, Miss Granger. You want me to fuck you? I'll fuck you until you're begging me to stop."

She rolled her eyes. "Unlikely."

"Then bend over the arm of the couch and we'll see how rough you can take me." Hermione swallowed at his words, and did exactly what he said. She placed her palms flat against the cushions. "Oh, no. That won't do."

She found her arms held behind her back, her wrists gripped in one of his hands. Tom slammed into her mercilessly, and her legs nearly gave out. "Tom," she whimpered.

"I'm going to let go of your arms, but I want them to stay exactly where they are. Do you understand?" At her nod, he gripped her hair and pulled on it, listening to her whimper so sweetly while he pumped into her. "Be quiet, or we'll be caught."

"I'm trying!" She sobbed. Each time he slammed into her, she was so goddamn sensitive she was sure she wouldn't be able to take anymore.

"Would you like for me to slow down now?" He asked her, his thumb massaging the tight ring of her arse.

She shook her head, stubborn and angry. "I can take whatever you can give me. If you can give it to me harder, that would be even better." Tom was right, her mouth was going to get her into trouble. She anticiated his reaction when he pulled out of her and laid her on the floor before spreading her trembling legs.

Tom didn't say a goddamn word before he lifted them onto his shoulders and thrust into her. He pushed her legs back so that they were nearly beside her head, as he created a fast tempo that had him bottoming out inside of her each time. "Your cunt is so fucking tight when it's wrapped around my cock. This is where you belong, isn't it? Tell me, Hermione."

She nodded, gasping for air as her toes fucking curled. "This is where I belong. Under you, on top of you, on my knees, just with you-OH." She came with a small whimper when his hand came down over her mouth.

'Going to fucking fill you," he growled, and she shattered so prettily for him like she always did.

"Tell me everything." Ginny demanded before Hermione could even take a seat on the bench. "Don't you dare give me that look, Hermione Jean. I know exactly what you got up to in his office."

Her curls tangled as she looked around her quickly. "Keep your voice down," she hissed. "Nothing had happened until last night. I didn't hide anything from you."

"You sure didn't call me this morning to tell me you fucked him again either!" Ginny accused hotly. "I'm not really mad, so I'll quit. What are you doing with him? This has to be the worst idea you've ever had."

Hermione's bag hit the concrete. "I don't know, but I do know that I just got fired. It's his fault. He brought some woman into Ollivanders yesterday and she was a raging bitch, and I lost my temper. That was Ollivander firing me when Tom had me come into his office."

"Fuck, Hermione, he's not going to be good for you. You wouldn't have lost your job if it weren't for him." Ginny crossed her legs, sitting sideways on the bench. "I can already see that I can't change your mind."

"I'm going to lose my flat because I won't be able to pay the rent this month. Would it be okay for me to stay in your guest room until I have enough to get another place?"

"As if you even have to ask! Harry wouldn't want you to go anywhere else either."

"Tom offered to pay my rent just now."

Ginny screamed. "You're joking."

Hermione shook her head. "We argued about it. He wanted me to take it without the obligation to pay him back, but I kept turning him down."

Wide eyed, Ginny stared at her open mouthed. "That's….that's something else, Hermione. I understand why you'd refuse his help of course, but maybe he isn't so bad for you after all."

Hermione snorted. "Immediately after he wouldn't let me come until I agreed with him."

A strangled noise came from her friend. "Yet you still told him no."

"I've known him for four months, and three of those months were spent learning about the finer elements of law while pretending I haven't," Hermione broke off. "I'm not going to bother finishing that sentence."

"Come on," Ginny whined, "tell me just how good Professor Riddle is in bed. You always tell me it's none of my business."

"It is none of your business."

"So? You could still tell me how big his cock is, or how well he is at -"

"I'll pack my stuff tonight." Hermione said conversationally, ignoring Ginny. "Not to mention I don't need to tell you how big it is, you've seen the pictures he's sent."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Fine, but let me ask one question that you have to answer. Is he dominant?"

Hermione hesitated. "We don't have a BDSM relationship so no, he's not my Dominant. Is one of his many character traits dominance?" She asked out loud, and then nodded.

"Tell me the first thing that pops into your head. What's the hottest thing he's ever done?"

"That's two questions, but whatever. The night we met he took me home and when I was on my knees, he led me across the floor. Granted I was too fucking drunk to get back on my feet anyway, but he had a hold of my hair while I was crawling towards him."

Ginny blinked twice. "How the fuck did you sit in front of him all of these months without ruining your knickers?"

Hermione grinned. "He texted me and told me not to wear them. So I didn't, and I flashed him too."

Packing up her entire flat would take most of the time she had left in the building. Hermione had called her landlord immediately after her last class, explaining that she had lost her job and would be moving out by the first of December.

The elderly woman had asked if an extension would do her any good. There were no guarantees that she'd find a job in the short time span, and since she outright refused the help of both Tom and Harry, she was calling it quits. At least for this flat.

Her eyes watered as she threw her bag onto the sofa and leaned against it. This was her home, one that she'd found by chance and at a ridiculous price. Her rent was half what should have been given the appliances and furniture that they had supplied.

Deciding that it would be easier if she kept herself busy she began to pull the clothes she wouldn't need out of the closet, keeping them on their hangers and tying garbage bags around them. Then she found all of the boxes she could, and packed away her belongings from the top of her dresser; her jewelry box, several photos, stationary and the like.

She worked to the music playing from her cell phone, flitting around her bedroom without noticing that it had vibrated several times. And she didn't stop until most of her clothes and various belongings were packed away, but the only reason she bothered to was due to someone pounding on her door.

The carpet was soft against the soles of her feet as she stormed down the hallway. Throwing the door open, she opened her mouth to yell at whoever was on the other side of the door. Until she came face to face with Tom, who only arched an eyebrow. "Out of breath?" He questioned.

"I've been busy," she replied, stepping back and letting the door swing open. "You should have let me know you were coming at least. I could have made us something to eat." Hermione took the bag of takeaway from his hands, walking towards the kitchen island.

"If you'd bothered to check your phone you'd see that I had called ahead." Tom stood at the end of her couch, peeling off his suit jacket. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really," she replied, "I just want to get everything packed up so I can pretend this isn't happening."

"That," he scolded, "hardly sounds healthy."

Hermione gave a shrug of her shoulders. "No, it isn't, but none of this is fair. This is my home and I would still have it if it weren't for that loathsome woman."

"I could.."

"Don't try to pay my rent again, Tom. I already told my landlord that I would be out by the end of the month." She smiled at the glare he shot her way. "Ginny knows about us by the way. She wasn't on your side until I told her what you offered to do."

"It's for purely selfish reasons," Tom told her, taking long strides until he reached her and wrapped one of her tangled curls around his fingers. "If you're living with her and her boyfriend, I can't exactly drop in to surprise you."

Her lips curved into a smile as she looked up at him. "Oh? Well, you will be pleased to learn that Harry is the most oblivious person I've ever met. So you can just sneak in through the fire escape and he'll never know that my 'Tom' is our professor."

"Ah, yes, I just love being a dirty little secret."

Hermione scoffed. 'You certainly don't get to complain since you don't mind at all. It's me who doesn't like it."

"The semester will end in a month and a half. Then you'll have a different professor, one that doesn't fantasize about bending you over his desk."

"You don't know that. Maybe he will be so attractive that I can't possibly resist. I've heard Professor Lockhart has slept with his students." Hermione couldn't hold in her laugh at the furious look that crossed his face.

"There is some merit to those rumors. What those girls didn't tell you was that he's an awful lover."

"How would you know that?"

"There was a staff Christmas party last year. Gilderoy can't hold his booze and drank enough firewhiskey to end up in a closet with Sprout. I'm sure most of the staff, save him, knows how it was "the worst experience of her life.""

"Poor Gilderoy." She pouted, looping her arms around Tom's neck. "Maybe he just needs a teacher."

"Have you ever been spanked, Miss Granger?" At her shaking head he added, "Unless you'd like to be, I'd shut that mouth of yours."

She pulled one arm back to swat him on the chest.

"Since you're not hungry, mind if I help you pack?"

"That would be perfect. I've almost finished my bedroom." She grabbed his hand and led him down the hallway. "Okay, would you start on that- Tom!" She shrieked as his arms locked around her waist and he tossed her onto the bed. "You said you'd help."

"And I will, but later," he grinned, climbing over her and parting her legs with his knee. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since I had you in my office."

Hermione whimpered as he pressed his hand against her cunt through her athletic shorts. "You mean when you tried not letting me come, you bastard?"

"I thought you'd break and agree with me. It didn't work." He leaned down. "You were so fucking gorgeous though. Sitting there on my desk naked,"

"You kept my knickers, you animal." Hermione interrupted, twisting her arms around his neck.

Tom pulled her up, tearing her shirt over her head and unclasping her bra with a flick of his fingers. Sliding one arm under her, he rolled her on top of him, and took one nipple between his teeth.

She gasped, grinding against his erection that was already protruding from his slacks. "I can take a break." Hermione managed to get out.

His tongue swiped across her nipple while he pinched the other. "Should I let you come?" He murmured.

"I'm not going to agree with you." She growled, gripping his hair as her back arched. "If that's what you're here for you should just -"

"I'm here to make you come as many times as humanly possible." He bit out, releasing her and watching her undo the button of his trousers.

"Miss me?" She asked cheekily, eyeing his prominent erection and dragging his pants down his legs before throwing them into the floor. "Who knew that Tom Riddle, Mister Never Shows Emotion, could miss anyone?"

"You could do more with your mouth then mock me, you know," He told her dryly, as she climbed into his lap, leaning over him and unbuttoning his shirt. "Yes, I missed you. I'll deny it to anyone else."

She threw her head back laughing. "Good enough for me." Whimpering as he stroked her clit softly, she clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Tom." Hermione moaned. "Please, skip the foreplay."

He grinned, two fingers slipping inside of her, watching her spasm. "Skipping the foreplay would hardly be the act of a gentleman."

Hermione hooked her legs around his waist, succeeding in rolling him onto his back and straddling his waist. Of course, she's only succeeded because he wanted her to. "You are not a gentleman, Tom," She hissed. "Maybe a smug bastard."

"You really shouldn't call your boyfriend a bastard so often. It's offensive."

She snorted, completely unladylike and rolled her eyes. "Oh, fuck off." His grip on her hips was rough while he guided her.

Tom didn't give her the satisfaction of impaling herself in his cock. Instead he lifted his hips and thrust into her hard. "Jesus fucking Christ," he growled.

Hermione shrieked, her palms slapping against her headboard as she fell forward. "Definitely a bastard," she laughed, finding her balance again and leaning back up. "Would you stop and let me do the work?"

Tom stilled.

"You don't have to be so," she began but he covered her mouth with his hand.

"Were you expecting anyone?" He asked but she shook her head.

A muffled, "I wasn't expecting you either."

"Sarcastic swot." The doorknob to her bedroom door began to turn and Tom threw her onto the right side of the bed, sneaking under the black sheets completely.

"You couldn't knock?" Hermione yelled, the sheets being pulled slightly for her to cover her naked body. "Or I don't know, not use your spare key?"

Harry was barely unable to hold back his laughter as Ginny stood wide eyed beside him, her eyes darting from Hermione's tousled hair to the shapeless form of the man she knew to be in her bed.

"Why would you give me a key to your flat if you didn't want me to use it?" Harry asked, smirking and looking over her room. "Weren't you supposed to be packing?"

"The spare was for emergencies! And we were. Well, I was but he had other ideas. Ouch!" She reached down to massage her calf when Tom kicked her.

"Well, I suppose we'll just be going then,you obviously don't need our help" Harry chuckled. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Sod off." She sighed in relief when the door shut and waited to hear her front door close too. "I thought he was going to tear the blanket off to see who you were," Hermione said, peeling the sheet back.

Tom's eyes were closed, but he nodded. "That would have been very bad for us," he admitted. "All the more reason for you to stay here instead of moving in with them. I wouldn't count on him to keep our secret, just like I don't think his girlfriend will be able to keep it from him forever. Secrets are detrimental to a relationship."

She just glared at him. "Do you really want to talk about secrets?"

"It's another month," he deadpanned. "We'll get through it."

"And we can get through being a little more careful until I have a flat of my own again."

"You could stay with me until then. If you wanted to."

She froze. "That's a very generous offer, but I'd rather not."

He shrugged. "Let it be known that when I have to sneak in to see you that I'll spend the majority of my time trying to make you scream."

"The majority of my time is spent studying, or working."

After the mood had been effectively destroyed by Harry storming into her flat, they finished packing up her bedroom. All that was left was her bed and a stack of clothes to get her through the week. He thought she should take advantage of her last month in the building, but she found knowing she would have to leave only made her more depressed.

Tom had quickly and efficiently packed the kitchen, labeling the boxes and wrapping her grandmother's glassware in hand towels.

Upon opening the bottom cabinet she hung her head. It was an absolute mess with the cords to her blow dryer, straightener and curling irons tangled together. Hermione grumbled under her breath and just grabbed all of them at once, tossing them into the box. She'd deal with the mess later.

Besides that, there was hardly anything to pack away. A package of hair ties were thrown into the box, an unopened package of bobby pins, and a new package of toilet paper. Oh well, she could give it to Harry and Ginny.

"Kitchen is done." Tom said.

Hermione jumped, still bent over inside the cabinet, and slammed the back of her head into the wood. "Bloody hell," she slurred, wincing from biting her tongue. "I bit my tongue." She tried to say.

Tom took her by her shoulders, dragging her across the floor with the help of the carpet that slid underneath her easily. "You scare too easily. Do you jump every time the fire escape creaks due to the wind?"

Hermione smirked. "There's a good change I do. I also hate thunderstorms."

He sighed, but a smile toyed at the edge of his lips. Not that he let her see a genuine smile. "Of course you are. Are you afraid of things you could easily kill by stepping on, like spiders?"

"Evil little bastards, if you ask me. There's a can of pest spray in nearly every room. I'm terrified of them. Don't ever mention it to Ron or Harry. They've never let me live it down. I told you how we lived together. When Ron refused to kill this ghastly beast-it was nearly as big as my palm- I took matters into my own hands. There was a lighter and hairspray involved as well."

Tom snorted. "Then I suppose this would be a dreadful time to tell you there's one of those pests you adore so much right near the top of your pretty head."

Hermione blinked, her eyes widening when she registered his words. He'd been prepared for the high pitched shriek that tumbled from her mouth, but not for the moment she flung her arms around his neck and jumped into his lap. There was a thud as his head knocked against the door frame, and he gripped her hips tightly, holding her to his chest.

"You had better kill it!" She demanded, swatting his chest. "Tom? Hey! Why are you laughing at me?" Her eyebrows knitted together as he shook against her, laughing without restraint. "There was never a spider at all, was there?"

"No, there wasn't, but it was worth your reaction. How do you feel about snakes?"

"I'd rather hold a snake than a spider." She declared, climbing off of him. Though he tried to keep her where he liked her. "Stop that," she chastised, "we'll never get any work done if you keep trying to shag me."

He frowned. "Well, it's not as if you'll allow me to take you anywhere. With no one around, I can't control myself."

She rolled her eyes. "I never said you couldn't take me somewhere. You've never asked me. If it were out of sight where we weren't going to be seen, I wouldn't be opposed."

Tom laid on her bathroom floor, while Crookshanks entered the room and strutted around him, and closed his eyes. "What do you have in mind?"

"Somewhere expensive, obviously." Her curls tumbled over her shoulders as she leaned forward, laughing when his eyebrows shot up. "Not because I'm materialistic, but because college students are typically broke. They wouldn't be in an establishment like that."

He hummed. "I'll work something out then. Would you wear something that I picked for you?"

She shrugged. "I get the impression that you'll convince me regardless, so I will make it easy and concede. To you choosing my attire, not my living arrangements."

"So insolent," he muttered.