A/N: I've just been so happy with the response to this fic! Thank you so much, again and again. :)

Beta: Glitter


Dinner later that night is simple, comfortable, and incredibly frustrating. By the time Hermione leaves Tom's flat and he escorts her back across campus to the Gryffindor dorms, her knickers are soaked through and she's practically trembling with need. Their conversation is frank and detailed, everything from their relationship to their (or rather, his) sexual past, and laced through it all, a gentle tease of words and touch. His fingers graze her cheek, her thigh presses to his as they sit close together on his extremely comfortable and plush couch. Upon reaching the dorms, he draws her off the path into the deeper shadows of a nearby tree and gives her one last long kiss, leaving her breathless and flushed.

Tom smirks and kisses her nose, then her forehead, murmuring into her hair. "Thank you for coming tonight."

She grins impishly, her fingernails lightly scratching the back of his neck just above his scarf. "Well, technically, I haven't. I just stayed for dinner." She bites her lower lip as she looks up at him through her lashes.

His eyes narrow as he pulls her tight against him, his fingers flexing into her waist and digging just slightly. "You are far too tempting, little one. If it wasn't so cold, and we weren't standing right by your dorm and all of your friends, I would take care of that right now."

Hermione shudders at his words as she snuggles in closer to him, whimpering softly as he presses his erection into her stomach. "I find that I am unable to apologize, sir." She tilts her head back as she looks up at him with a small pout. "One last kiss before I go to bed?"

Tom chuckles as he wraps his arms around her snuggly, pulling her as close as possible before he sighs against her hair. "How can I resist when you look so delectable, sweet?" He tilts his head down and kisses her once more, slow and soft, his tongue just barely grazing her lips before he pulls back. "Get your arse up to bed. I shall see you tomorrow."

She sighs softly, her tea-sweetened breath dancing over his lips before she pulls away reluctantly. "Yes, sir. And I hope to. I'll be in the lab after classes since tomorrow is Thursday. If I don't see you before, you'll come by then?" Hermione smiles, sliding her hands along his scarf.

Tom chuckles and nods, tangling his long fingers in her hair. "Oh, yes. Definitely. I'm rather looking forward to getting a snog from you, and right under Severus's nose, tomorrow." He grins, completely unrepentant.

Hermione laughs, tugging on his scarf before stepping back from him reluctantly. "Going to bed, now, like a good girl. Goodnight, sir." She blows a kiss to him as she moves back to the sidewalk, turning towards the building.

He groans out loud at her words before, in one quick movement, he steps forward and tugs his scarf from his neck. Tossing it around her shoulders, he pulls her back close to kiss her hard, one last time, before growling into her hair. "You're my good girl, Hermione. And when you get upstairs and get into your bed, I want you to be my good girl and put your hand down your knickers and play with yourself until you come. I want you to think about me the entire time, and when you come, say my name, sweet."

Hermione shudders and whimpers against his skin, leaning against him heavily as she pants into the cold air. "I do have a roommate, Tom." She pouts up at him, giving another shudder as his bare thumb strokes across her lower lip.

"True; you'll just have to be quiet, won't you? Do it for me, sweet, as soon as you get up into your little bed. I promise you, I'll be doing the same." Tom's smirk widens as he stares down into her blown eyes, the pupils almost completely encompassing the warm brown of her iris, though he knows his probably reflect the same.

Hermione whimpers at the image of Tom pleasuring himself while thinking of her doing the same before she buries her face in his chest, pressing tightly against him. "You're going to be the end of me."

Tom chuckles, she can hear it deep in his chest, as he rubs his hands along her back. "I feel much the same, Hermione. Now go, before someone comes by. Sweet dreams." He squeezes her one last time before stepping away.

She sighs softly and watches him walk away with one last grin in her direction. Moving back towards her building, she shivers in the cold night air as she adjusts her scarf before she realizes that it isn't hers. "Oh, wait - !" She turns back around before frowning. Tom has already disappeared down the walk. "I guess I'll just have to give it back to him tomorrow."

Hermione huffs and rolls her eyes before heading into her dorm. I have orders to follow, she thinks with an amused snort.

. . . . . . . . . .

The next day, Hermione heads into the common room with a broad smile. Not only has she followed her instructions to the letter, her roommate Parvati had been out on a date and hadn't returned until after Hermione was already asleep, so she didn't even bother keeping herself quiet.

She's wondering the best way to tell Tom that at some point during the day before she remembers that they traded cell numbers at his apartment the night before.

Hermione digs her phone out of her cardigan pocket as she drops her bag on the floor and settles into an extra plush chair.

(Me): Good morning, Tom.

She pauses, nibbling at her lower lip as she stares at the screen for a long moment, glancing up and around the room cautiously before back to the screen. She settles into her chosen chair and flicks over to a news app, every few moments nervously tapping back over into the messages. "Oh, come on…"

"Come on, what, 'Mione?" A voice comes from behind and over her head, making Hermione yelp and almost drop her phone before she grabs it and clutches it to her chest as she spins around to glare at Harry.

"Harry Potter! Do not sneak up on me like that!" Her voice has reached that shrieky point of true irritation as her best friend holds up his hands in surrender, laughing all the while.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! Jeez, 'Mione. Breathe." Harry grins down at her before walking around the chair and plopping down onto the couch, long legs stretching out in front of him. "Soooo. Where did you disappear to last night? We never saw you come back from your appointment."

Hermione swallows as she settles back into her chair again, her fingers sliding over the backing of her phone aimlessly. "Oh, I found a quiet classroom and was doing some work. I didn't want to walk all the way over to the library, and I knew I'd never get any work done if I came back here. I got back around eleven, though; it wasn't that late!"

Harry grins and ruffles his already messy hair with a shrug, as a flush begins to creep across his cheeks. "Sounds productive. I was at a rehearsal with the ballet school 'til late once I got home, I pretty much crashed."

Hermione sits up straight and narrows her eyes at his face. "Harry… why are you blushing? What did you do?"

He clears his throat and looks up at the ceiling, over to the stairs, then to the doors - anywhere except for Hermione. "I didn't do anything. I just told you what I was doing."

"Uh huh. Then why is your face getting all red? Harry, did you meet someone new? Harry! Tell me right now!" Hermione leaned forward, staring at her long time friend hard.

Harry groans and throws an arm over his face before he sits up with a huff. "Fine! Fine. But don't say anything to Ron, ok? He's still holding out hope that Ginny and I'll get back together, and that's not happening; she's been dating that Zabini bloke from Slytherin and you know he'd have a fit if he found that out, and I haven't even really talked to this girl much. She and Ginny are friends from the ballet school, and she's really pretty but a little bit snobby. I think I want to ask her out, but if I do and she turns me down, I don't think she'd be very nice about it, and that would just be embarrassing, right? Right. So, I don't know what to do here, 'Mione."

Hermione blinks at him a few times before letting out a laugh. "Harry, calm down, first of all. Secondly, just relax and ask her out when no one else is around. After rehearsal one day or text her. Just take her for coffee or something. It's really not that difficult."

The dark-haired boy sighs and looks back at his friend with a glower. "You make it sound so easy, Hermione. It's not! She wouldn't want me to just text her. And how would I get her number anyway?"

"Well, then call her, you idiot. You said she's friends with Ginny, start there. I bet Gin has her number." Hermione huffs out a laugh and glances down at her phone, smiling. "And it really can be that easy. Just be open and honest and she'll be throwing herself at you. You're adorable."

Harry snorts. "Adorable? No guy wants to be called adorable. That's as bad as cute." He shakes his head and sighs. "Yeah, I bet Gin has her number. I could call her at lunch, I don't think I've ever seen her then." He blushes again, bright green eyes widening at Hermione.

"She goes here? Oh! What's her name? Do I know her? Harry, tell me! You're holding out!" Hermione grabs a pillow off the couch and hits him in the leg, making Harry yelp and slide down the couch to get out of her reach.

"I don't know! Jeez. I don't know if you'd know her. Her name is Pansy…" Harry frowns at Hermione as her eyes widen. "What is that look for?"

Hermione shakes her head quickly, "Oh, nothing! I've seen her in passing, I know her name, but I don't think she goes here. She has friends here, but I've never seen her in any classes."

"Had a class with who?" Ron shuffles in and drops onto the couch beside Harry with a groan. "It's too early."

"Oh, hush Ron. I could wake you up extra early with me on my morning lab days twice a week if you'd like. And most of the other days I get up just as early to do some studying before class. How does six a.m. sound?" Hermione smiles sweetly and tilts her head at Ron.

Harry looks relieved at the change in topic as Ron groans again, even louder. "No, no, I'm good, thank you. I just need a good strong cuppa before class. Let's go get breakfast; I'm starving." Ron grabs his mostly empty bag and stands up, waiting for Harry and Hermione to join him before they begin walking to the dining hall.

Ron pauses and looks over to Hermione, who is once again looking at her phone. "'Mione, where'd you get that scarf? I've never seen you wear one like that."

Hermione's eyes widen as she reaches up to stroke the exceedingly soft cashmere material. "What? Haven't you? This one is new; I got it over the hols."

The redhead leans over and squints at the scarf before shrugging and walking away again. "Eh, you're a girl. You probably have a thousand scarves. Let's get some food."

Hermione rolls her eyes at her friend's back as she buries her nose into the scarf, her eyes drifting closed as she breathes in Tom's scent. She smiles as her memories of the previous day flash by before she opens her eyes to see Harry watching her with a small crinkle between his brows. She blushes as she straightens up. "Sorry, it just… smells like home."

Harry quirks a brow and smiles. "Ok, Hermione. Come on, let's get some breakfast before class." He slings an arm around her shoulders with a quick squeeze before they head out into the cold air.

The trio moves quickly down the walkway and into the dining hall. Pushing in and heading to their table, Hermione glances over to the staff table to note that neither Tom nor Dr. Snape are in yet. She sighs softly to herself with another glance at her phone (no messages) and sets her bag down before loading her plate up with some toast, yoghurt, and fruit.

Pouring a cup of tea before she settles down to eat, Hermione glances over at the Slytherin table curiously. She watches Draco for a moment, who is talking quietly to a tall, slender boy with neat dark brown hair she vaguely recognizes as Theo Nott. Sitting across from the two boys, eating his breakfast silently, is Blaise Zabini, Ginny's new boyfriend according to Harry.

Her eyes flicker away from the group and move along the table as Harry sits down beside her. Hermione glances to see Ron at the food table, still loading his plate, and she nudges Harry. "Hey, is she here?"

Harry blinks at her for a moment before blushing and looking over his shoulder in the direction of the Slytherin table. "Uhm, I don't see her, no."

Hermione pouts a little before shaking her head. "Oh well, maybe another time." She nibbles on a piece of honeydew before jumping as though shocked when her phone, still clutched in her hand, vibrates. She stares at it for a long moment before carefully turning it so that no one else could see it and slides her thumb across the screen.

(Tom Riddle): Good morning, sweet.

Her eyes widen, and she shoves the piece of melon, whole, into her mouth as she types back.

(Me): I wasn't sure I would hear from you this morning.

(Me): Did you sleep well?

(Tom Riddle): I was in a faculty meeting until just now. Severus and I will be in the dining hall shortly.

(Tom Riddle): After I reached satisfaction, I slept like the dead. And you, sweet? Did you do as you were told like a good girl?

Hermione grins as she chews her piece of fruit; struggling to control her expression she glances at the boys, who are eating and talking about Ron's next football match, before looking back to her phone.

(Me): Yes, I was a good girl and did exactly as you told me.

Her thumb hovers for a long moment over the send before she taps it quickly and turns back to her breakfast. She takes a bite of her toast and a swallow of her tea as she glances around then back down to her phone, oddly nervous over his response to her confession.

Just as her phone vibrates with his response, Tom and Severus walk into the dining hall. She can feel the flush creeping down her neck as she takes another swallow of her tea, her eyes locked on Tom's figure as the two men move over to the staff dining table.

He's holding his phone in his hand, and she inhales deeply before looking at her screen. She looks back up and over to her - (what should I call him? Boyfriend sounds so immature!) - partner. Hermione is startled to meet Tom's eyes when she looks over at him, their gazes locking as he smirks and takes a sip from his own just poured tea.

She squirms a little before looking down at her phone and opening his latest message.

(Tom Riddle): Describe it to me. All of it.

Hermione's eyes widen as she shudders and glances back to Tom, his eyes still trained on her as he continues conversing with Severus. Even from across the hall, she can tell Dr. Snape is barely awake and has his face stuck in his mug of coffee. Tom quirks a brow and looks pointedly at her phone before his eyes move back to her face.

She bites her lip and wrinkles her nose at him before turning back to her screen. After a bite of fruit and yoghurt, washed down with more tea, she settles in to type her response.

(Me): I got back upstairs and found my roommate missing. So, I took my time getting undressed, first my outer clothes - including your scarf - and shoes and socks. I took off my skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall to the ground. Then I unbuttoned my shirt. I was only in my bra and knickers. Then I took them off as well and was completely naked when I lay down on my bed.

(Me): First I played with my nipples, imagining that it was your hands plucking and pulling and twisting. Then I stroked down my stomach and down between my legs.

(Me): I stroked my fingers along my slit, which was still wet from all of your teasing. Again, I imagined that it was your fingers touching me, spreading my liquid over my clitoris. I thought of you pressing behind me, your chest to my back, your arms around me. One hand cupping and stroking my breasts, while the other burrowed between my thighs.

She pauses for a moment after hitting send again, glancing up at her friends who are all still chatting and eating, Ron on his second plate of food, before she looks over to Tom. He is holding his phone; forearms braced on the table. His gaze is hot enough to reheat his tea as he glances up and in her direction.

Hermione grins, biting on her lower lip before she looks back down to her phone. One last quick glance back to Tom shows his undivided attention back on his screen, awaiting the next message.

(Me): Your fingers stroked my swollen clit, gently at first but with growing pressure and need. Every few strokes, your fingertips would dip into my slit and gather more liquid, relubricating with your touches.

(Me): Your other hand left my breast with a last pinch to my swollen hard nipple and moved between my thighs, spreading them farther. You slowly slid first one then two fingers into me, pumping gently until your hands were moving in tandem, one stroking, one pumping.

(Me): I began to writhe and arch my hips as I gasped your name, softly at first and then with growing need as you pinched my clit. I cried out for your touch as I began to come, shaking and tossing my head. I wanted more; I wanted it again and again.

(Me): I came harder than I ever have ever before at the thought of your touches and what your hands could do to me.

Hermione stops again to send the last message, licking her dry lips before taking a swallow of her now cold tea. Wrinkling her nose and pushing the mostly empty cup away, she gathers her courage before looking over to Tom again. He isn't even looking at her, his gaze fixed on his phone. He doesn't move for a long moment before he shifts and begins typing something. There's a long pause, and then he types again before he looks up at her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Her phone vibrates in her hand, and she looks back down to it quickly.

(Tom Riddle): I can say with certainty that's one of the hottest things I've ever read in my life. I've already wanked once this morning in the shower to the thought of you there with me, kneeling in front of me with my cock in your hot little mouth. I believe I'm going to have to do it again before classes begin in order to concentrate on the material; otherwise I'll be continuously returning to thoughts of you pleasuring yourself with my name on your lips.

(Tom Riddle): That will make three times in less than twelve hours. You're definitely going to be the death of me, sweetheart.

Hermione grins down at her phone, squirming in her seat at the thought of Tom wanking - doing it right after texting right there in the dining hall surrounded by other people - and she starts to type a reply.

(Me): I definitely hope that's not the case. I would be happy to help -

"'Mione? Are you coming?"

She jumps, her head jerking up to look at Harry and Ron with wide eyes. "Huh?"

Harry frowns, his eyes flicking down to her phone then back to her face. "It's almost time for class. Are you coming?"

Hermione blushes and nods, hopping up from her chair. "Oh, right! Of course, sorry. I was distracted… I was reading something." She smiles brightly as she scoops up her bag. "Let's go to class."

She glances over her shoulder at Tom as she's walking away, grinning a little as she notices how firmly his eyes are fastened to her arse, so she throws an extra swing to her hips as she follows after the boys. Looking back down to her phone, she finishes up the text as she walks from the hall.

(Me): I definitely hope that's not the case. I would be happy to help with that later this afternoon if you think you can wait for me.