Disclaimer: these characters are not mine – they belong to JK Rowling

AN: Another chapter! I had to get this one out, since I know I couldn't leave you hanging with that Head Boy fantasy…so here you go! Be Warned, Major smut! Also, don't worry, we'll be learning more about Tom and his shady dealings soon.

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Hermione was getting dressed for work when she felt Tom's arms slide around her waist. She felt his lips brush her ear as he whispered into it

"Meet me in the Room of Requirement tonight after your through for the day."

Hermione stiffened. She wasn't sure what to make of his request, and he hadn't told her why he wanted her to meet him. Before she could ask, he was already heading down the stairs, presumably to coddle his obnoxious snake. She furrowed her brows, trying to figure out what he was up to. It did cross her mind that maybe he did want to kill her after all, but she rather hoped not. She was telling the truth when she had told him that she didn't trust him, but she did believe him when he said he had no desire to kill her.

Hermione picked up her bag and headed downstairs. Nagini was now out of her crate, and coiled by the fireplace staring at Hermione as if to say, come closer, I dare you.

Hermione sighed. Maybe she could pick up some snake treats on her way home tonight. Do they even make snake treats? If chocolate worked on Tom, maybe snake treats would work on Nagini. It was worth a try.

She hurried through the Floo before Nagini could strike at her, and Headmaster Dippet turned to see her brushing soot off of her cloak and stepping into his office rather clumsily.

"Good Morning, Mrs. Riddle, Please give my regards to your husband when you see him."

Hermione nodded, she knew how much the Headmaster adored Tom. He had him fooled just like everyone else with the glaring exception of herself and Professor Dumbledore.

"Of course, Headmaster." Hermione smiled politely and hurried down to her small office near the Transfiguration class room, and got herself organized for the day before stopping into the Great Hall for a bite to eat before classes started.

She slid into the seat next to Professor Dumbledore and poured herself a cup of tea.

"Good morning, Professor."

"Good morning, Mrs. Riddle." Professor Dumbledore said smiling at her as Hermione cringed. She would never get used to people calling her that. They may as well be calling her 'traitor'.

"You look tired this morning. I hope your husband isn't to blame." The professor said innocently.

Hermione's eyes widened for a moment, thinking he somehow knew that her husband had thoroughly shagged her last night, but then she realized he was referring to the argument she had told him about the day before.

"We have come to an understanding I think." She answered not wanting to talk about it. Truthfully, they hadn't discussed it any further. The reality was that Tom could be an arrogant prick at the best of times, and he was stubborn to a fault. She was realizing that with him, it was better to pick her battles.

"I'm glad to hear it. If he mistreats you, I hope you know that you can talk to me." The Professor said quietly.

"Thank you, Professor, I do know that." She wasn't about to tell him that she had already threatened Tom with that exact scenario on more than one occasion.

Classes passed by quickly, and Hermione had taken only a quick lunch break so that she could finish up some of the grading that needed to be completed. On the whole, the essays she had read from the seventh years were mediocre at best. Only a few students stood out as being vaguely intelligent. It frustrated her honestly, because it seemed to her that these students just didn't take education as seriously as they should; but then again, not everyone was like her. Except for Tom. He had been incredibly intelligent without even trying. Hermione would never admit that she was more than slightly jealous.

By three o'clock, classes were finished and she had a free period that she could use to do research. Hermione had always used this time to search for whatever she could on time-travel. She had refused to accept that she was well and truly stuck in the past. As she walked through the restricted section, an idea that she hadn't given much thought formed in her mind; she had been transported back in time by the time turner, however it happened while destroying a horcrux. What if somehow, the horcrux was part of it? She knew that it must have at least dictated the point in time she had arrived to, but could it also be tied to sending her back? Hermione ran her fingers over the spines of the books as she passed, until she got to the section that contained quite a bit of dark magic. Her stomach turned at the thought of even looking for a book on horcruxes, however, it seemed imperative that she find out how it may have affected the time turner. Her fingers stopped at a book titled Magica de Immortalis. She picked it up, feeling her heartbeat quicken. She looked around quickly to be sure no one was around before she flipped through the pages. There, as she suspected was a section on horcruxes. This had to have been the book that Tom had found that had sent him to Slughorn. There was actually quite a bit of information on how horcruxes worked, but very little information on how one would go about making one. It made sense to her now why Tom had asked Slughorn about it. As she read, she was not surprised to see that there was virtually no information regarding how a horcrux might affect another magical object, specifically a time-turner. She was pretty sure at this point that she was probably the only witch to have ever accidentally sent herself back in time in this manner. A detail that did catch her eye though was about how horcruxes are tied into the suspension of time, meaning that when one makes a horcrux, they can essentially store a piece of their soul indefinitely. She placed the book back on the shelf, and headed back to her office. She would have to think more about how a powerful object such as a horcrux could have the ability to affect time travel.

As she opened the door to her office, she noticed a package sitting on her desk with a small piece of parchment with her name written on it. She furrowed her brow, wondering who would have sent her something, and she cautiously approached it. Running her wand over it, she didn't detect any signs it being cursed, so she picked up the parchment and read it.

Hermione,

Put this on, then come to the Room of Requirement under a disillusionment charm. I'll be waiting.

Yours,

~Tom

Hermione's curiosity got the better of her, and she picked up the package. She hoped to God it wasn't a hooded cloak and a Death Eater mask, because it if was, she would definitely not be putting that on. To her surprise, it was a standard girl's Hogwart's uniform; the pleated skirt, white button down oxford shirt, sweater, and a tie. She had to bite back a laugh that he had chosen a Gryffindor tie. She had never told him she had been in Gryffindor, but somehow, he knew. She warded her office door, not wanting to explain to Professor Dumbledore why she was squeezing herself into a Hogwart's student uniform that was admittedly a little on the small side. The shirt was tight against her breasts, and the skirt was quite a bit shorter than she was used to. She vaguely wondered if Tom had shrunk them on purpose. Once she was dressed, she cast a disillusionment spell on herself and crept as quietly as she could up to the seventh floor corridor. She paced back and forth in front of the wall thinking of the place the Tom Riddle was waiting for her. A door appeared, so she quickly stepped inside and removed the disillusionment charm from herself. She was surprised to see that the room was an exact copy of the Hogwart's library, although it was thankfully, empty.

She wandered around the room until she came upon the restricted section, and crept quietly through the gate.

"Miss Jones. Care to explain why you are out of your common room past curfew?"

Oh shit. That voice…

Hermione turned to face him, her cheeks flushed and her mouth slightly parted taking in the sight of him. His hair was perfectly combed, and his Hogwart's uniform was perfectly pressed right down to his green and silver Slytherin tie, with his Head Boy pin gleaming on his sweater. He stood with his arms folded across his chest, arching an eyebrow at her waiting for her answer.

"I…I didn't think anyone would be in here…" she stuttered lamely raking her eyes over him.

"That's no excuse, Miss Jones, not to mention that you are in the Restricted section. I don't suppose you have a pass?" He asked looking down his nose at her.

Hermione bit her lip and shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.

"You realize the punishment for breaking curfew and trespassing into the restricted section without a pass is quite severe, do you not?"

"Yes, but…" She began before he cut her off again

"Do you want to be punished, Miss Jones?"

God, Yes.

Hermione felt wetness pool between her thighs, and she shifted uncomfortably.

"Answer me, Miss Jones, do you think you should be punished?" Tom pressed

"Y…Yes" Hermione stuttered, her voice sounding breathy

"Very well. Go stand in front of that desk." He said pointing to a desk near to where they were standing.

Hermione tried her best to look contrite as she made her way over to the desk and stood in front of it uncertainly.

"Place your hands on the desk and spread your legs." Tom commanded.

Hermione's eyes widened, and she stood looking at him like a frightened rabbit.

"Please, I won't do it again, I'll go back to my common room." Hermione pleaded

"It's too late for that, Miss Jones, you broke the rules. Now you must be punished." Tom scolded her, standing a few feet behind her watching her expectantly.

He was so good at this…

Hermione bit her lip and placed her hands flat on the desk as he instructed, and stood bent over the desk with her feet apart.

He didn't say anything, but she heard him move forward, and suddenly her skirt was flipped up onto her lower back, and his hand was caressing her behind.

"Another strike against you, Miss Jones, these black knickers you are wearing blatantly disregard the school dress code. As such, I am well within my authority as Head Boy to remove them and punish you as I see fit." He said before swiftly pulling down her knickers, leaving her exposed to him. He was moving his hand over her ass again now touching her everywhere but where she desperately wanted him to touch her. Suddenly she felt his hand come down on her with a sharp slap and she gasped in surprise and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Please…don't" she begged giving him a pleading look over her shoulder.

"You deserve punishment, Miss Jones, now take it like a good girl."

Oh God.

She felt his hand come down on her several more times, and her ass felt hot where he had spanked her. And then his hand slid down between her legs and she moaned as his finger ran along her slit. She was embarrassingly wet, and now he knew it too.

"It seems you've taken some pleasure from your punishment, Miss Jones. Is it that you liked being spanked, or that you like it when I spank you?"

She was practically panting now and her voice came out in a breathy moan, "You"

"Clearly spanking you then was no punishment at all. You leave me little choice, I'm going to have to go to the Headmaster about this and…" he began before she cut him off.

"Wait! Isn't there anything I can do to change your mind?" she said turning around to face him, still leaning against the desk.

"Have you reduced yourself to bribery now, Miss Jones?" Tom said mockingly.

Hermione's eyes raked over him noticing the obvious bulge in his pants. He was clearly enjoying this as much as she was. Good. She boldly took a step towards him, forcing herself to meet his eyes, still shyly biting her lip. She slid her hand over his hard cock, watching as his adam's apple bobbed in his throat and his eyes slipped shut momentarily before they opened again looking almost black with lust.

"If I take you in my mouth will you let me go?" she asked raking her nails over the outside of his pants for added incentive

"Hardly a fitting punishment for your transgressions, but if you please me, I'll consider it."

Hermione dropped to her knees in front of him, staring at the large bulge in his pants.

"I've…I've never done this before." She admitted shyly

His eyes widened slightly, unsure if she was just saying that as part of the game, or if she was telling the truth. The thought of instructing her on how to suck him off was extremely arousing.

"Undo my pants and wrap your hand around my cock."

Hermione did as he instructed, and flicked her eyes back up to his waiting for his instruction

"Now slide your hand up and down while swirling your tongue over the tip"

She could see that his breathing had sped up so she began to stroke him and tentatively licked the bead of moisture from the head of his cock with her tongue.

She heard him let out a hiss. Was that Parseltongue?

"Is this okay?" she asked innocently as she continued to lick and suck on the end of his cock like a lollypop.

"Ugh…yeah…that's….Just like that. Now take it deeper."

His hands slid into her hair and he began to rock his hips towards her mouth as she took more of him in. He was hitting the back of her throat now, and Hermione felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment when she gagged a few times. He apparently liked that though, because he groaned whenever it happened and gripped her hair tighter.

"When I come in your mouth, you're going to swallow it all like a good girl, aren't you?" he said huskily as she continued at the pace he had set. She felt him beginning to tense and knew he must be close. A Moment later she heard him hissing in what she was sure was Parseltongue this time as she felt him come in her mouth. She swallowed it quickly and sat back on her heels looking up at him expectantly.

"Did I please you? Can I go now?" she asked timidly

Please say no…please say no.

"Tell me, did you like sucking my cock, Miss Jones?"

She bit her lip again and looked away from him, choosing not to answer.

"Miss Jones if having my cock in your mouth was as pleasurable to you as the spanking, I am still not convinced that you learned your lesson."

No I haven't…

"I swear I learned my lesson. I'll follow the rules from now on." She pleaded

"I don't believe you Miss Jones. Lie back on the desk." He commanded.

Hermione stood from her kneeling position in front of him and moved back over to the desk and did as he asked.

"I'll know if you're lying to me, Miss Jones. Do you know how I can tell?" he asked coming to stand in front of her. He gently grasped her legs and set her heels on the edge of he desk so her legs were bent and he pushed her legs open.

Hermione's heart was pounding in her chest in anticipation of what he was about to do.

"You definitely enjoyed having my cock in your mouth, Miss Jones. You know how I can tell?"

Hermione shook her head not trusting herself to speak.

"Your pussy is so wet that it's dripping down your thighs. Would you like it if I made you come, Miss Jones?"

Yes Please…

"Yes…" Hermione whispered as she squirmed on the desk in front of him

Tom ran his hands down her thighs and gripped her hips as he swiped his tongue over her slit and she practically bucked her hips towards his face and moaned with need.

He continued to lick and suck on her clit, sliding two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out as he flicked his tongue over her in a rhythm that was driving her wild. She was panting now and had her hands tangled in his hair as she writhed beneath him. He could tell that she was close and he sucked her clit into his mouth and curled his fingers inside of her sending her over the edge. She felt her walls clamp down around his fingers as she cried out as he continued to lap at her as she rode out her orgasm.

"It seems we have a problem, Miss Jones."

Uh oh…

"You've gotten my cock hard again. What are you going to do about that?"

"You could fuck me…if you wanted to." She said in a way that made her seem inexperienced, and she could tell that he liked it.

"Have you ever been fucked before, Miss Jones?"

"mmm…No I haven't." she lied.

"So you're a virgin then?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Yes." She answered

"Well, it seems that fucking you would be a fitting punishment then, don't you think?"

"Is it going to hurt?" she asked looking at him with wide eyes, enjoying the reaction she was eliciting in him.

"This is a punishment, Miss Jones, you will take every inch." He answered as he began to open his pants and step between her legs.

Fuck…

His cock was hard and ready for her and he rubbed it against her clit making her gasp with need, then he began to push into her. He groaned as he sunk all the way into her as she arched her back up off the desk, thrusting her hips towards his.

"You like the way my cock feels inside you, don't you, Miss Jones?" he asked as he began to pump into her

"God yes…harder…." Hermione breathed too far-gone to care about staying in character now.

She heard him groan when she reached a hand down to stoke herself while he fucked her.

"So wet for me…fuck…." He groaned as began to pick up his pace sliding into her even deeper.

"Don't stop….ahh…Just like that…I'm going to…"

She didn't even finish the sentence before he felt her muscles clench around his cock while she came hard around him. He came inside her a few moments later with an animalistic growl.

He pulled out of her breathing heavily and held his hand out to her to help her sit up.

"That was…wow. I'm not sure I can walk right now." Hermione chuckled

He slipped his arms around her waist still standing between her legs and kissed her hungrily on the lips. As he pulled away, he smirked at her

"So was getting fucked by the Head Boy everything you imagined it would be?" he chuckled

"It was better…so much better." She said and kissed him again.

"And to think, you accused me of being into kink. I think its the other way around Darling." Tom smirked.

"Oh please, you enjoyed it every bit as much as I did." She said as she hopped off the desk and pulled her knickers back on.

He pulled her back against him, his breath hot on her neck, as he whispered "Yes, I did."