A/N: Hello and welcome back! Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews and your patience for this chapter; I know the first training scene has been highly anticipated. ;) So, without any further ado, let's get started!

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Beta: Glitter

The next day dawns clear and cool. Hermione stares out the window of her dorm for a long time after rising and dressing before she shakes herself free from her thoughts – memories of the previous day – and walks down to the common room.

Harry and Ron are there playing chess, and she plops down on the couch beside them with a smile. "Good morning, Harry. Ron. Who's winning?"

Harry looks up to her with a grin and shrugs one shoulder before motioning to the board. Most of his black pieces are missing, and the white have moved across the entire board. "Ron, as usual."

Ron scoffs and glances up to Harry. "Maybe if you could stop talking about your new girlfriend without breathing, you could concentrate and win for once."

Hermione lets out a giggle as she curls up in the corner of the couch, grinning as her messy-haired friend shrugs again. "You've always been the better chess player, Ron. My having a new girlfriend has little to do with that fact."

Ron rolls his eyes and grumbles. "Yeah, yeah. Sure."

Harry winks in Hermione's direction, making her laugh again. "Do you guys have a date again soon, Harry?"

"Yeah, we're going out again later today." He bites his lower lip as a blush creeps across his dusky cheeks.

Hermione's brows quirk before she lets out a soft laugh. "Well, good for you, Harry. What about you, Ron? What will you be doing tonight?"

"Hmm?" The redhead tears his eyes away from the board to look over at Hermione. "Wha'? Oh, Seamus and Dean and I're going out to that new pub down the way. They're the only ones showing the Cannons game and Dean still isn't used to proper English football. He keeps calling it soccer."

Hermione snorts and shakes her head. "Well, he is American, Ron. Go easy on him." She laughs as she stretches her arms and curls up around a plush cushion.

"What about you, Hermione?" Harry turns around in his chair to look at her, one brow arching.

"What about me?" She blinks wide brown eyes at her best friend.

"Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Oh, well, you know. I don't think so. I have an essay to work on and a few lab sheets that still need to be finished. You know, the usual." She smiles brightly as she lays her head down on the arm of the chair.

Harry narrows his green eyes at her, studying her closely. "Uh huh. You've had an awful lot of homework to do lately.

"Well, I've been even busier than usual with my time in the lab with Dr. Snape, you know. I would have been doing work then, but I just have to fit it in where I can now." Hermione nibbles at her lower lip as she twists a loose string from her jumper around one finger aimlessly.

Harry nods slowly, a suspicious look still on his face. "I suppose that's true."

Ron waves a hand at Harry before moving his queen across the board. "Checkmate. And that sounds like Hermione, you know. Always has to squeeze in more work where she can!"

Hermione snorts and rolls her eyes as she shakes the string off of her finger. "Yes, Ron. I'm the supreme bookworm and never do anything else."

He sits up straight, blue eyes widening. "Oi! I didn't mean it like that, 'Mione!"

She laughs at his face as Harry rolls his eyes. "Don't worry, Ron, I know you didn't. Come on, boys, it's lunch time. I'm sure you're starved."

Ron hops up from his chair, quickly putting the chess pieces back into his box and tucking it under his arm. "Righto, let's go! Lunch time!"

Harry smirks and stands up, at a much more leisurely pace, before Hermione tugs his arm, and the three of them make their way to the dining hall.

. . . . .

Tom dries his hands on a towel before walking to the front door and opening it. "Ah, Severus. Right on time! Come in."

The dark-haired man standing on the stoop slips into the flat with a sigh, glancing over at his long-time friend. "Tom. You summoned me? Via text, of all things."

He chuckles and shrugs, motioning for his friend to follow after him into the kitchen. "We're adults in a modern age, Severus. You should become familiar with texting. And yes, I need your assistance tonight. I have a new contracted submissive, and I wish to borrow you for your expertise."

Severus's brows fly up his forehead as he turns to stare at Tom in surprise. "Already?"

"Yes, already." Tom rolls his eyes as he pushes past the other man into the kitchen. He moves back to the counter and, after grabbing the salt grinder, liberally sprinkles the sliced potatoes on the baking sheet. "We signed the contract yesterday. And no, you cannot know who she is. Not yet."

Severus scowls, watching Tom making his famous chips. "Why can't I know who she is, Tom? Oh, God. Is she a student? Tom!"

Tom sighs and glances over his shoulder, arching a brow at the other man. "She's well beyond legal age and not one of my classroom students. Other than that, you don't need to know anything." He leans over and slides the baking sheet into the waiting oven.

The perpetually black-clad man bows his head, one hand rising to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Oh, God. No. I do not want to know." He heaves a gusty sigh through his nose before glaring at the other man. "And thank you so much for the advanced notice so that I can prepare. How do you know I don't have other plans tonight?"

"It's Sunday; you only ever finish grading and prepare for the upcoming week. You won't be missing out on anything tonight. And I'm your boss, so you know I won't fire you for being ill-prepared." Tom flashes a broad smile at Severus, his teeth flashing in the light.

"Fuck. Whatever, fine. What time should I be here, Tom?"

"She'll be here for dinner at seven, we'll eat and then play after. Come by at a quarter til eight; I'll have her prepared and in the playroom by then. I'm sure she'll be a bit nervous. This is her first scene ever." He hesitates, poking at a raw bit of potato on the cutting board. "She is also a virgin. You know my rules here, Severus."

Huffing another sigh through his nose, Severus nods. "Yes, Tom. Limited skin to skin contact, no penetration. She's your contracted submissive; of course I know the rules, you git."

Tom smirks and shrugs, leaning back against the counter. "I know, Severus; I just wanted to remind you. As it is, I'll have to beat it into Lucius' head with a large stick."

Severus barks out a laugh as he crosses his arms over his chest. "You're allowing Lucius to participate as well? Isn't that asking for trouble?"

"Yes, well. He really is the best with… corporal punishment, and I do think she'd enjoy it a great deal. He'll just have to be reminded of the rules. Probably every five minutes or so, but I'm willing to do that if that's what it takes." He grins before nodding. "Thank you, Severus. This one… she's different."

Severus's brows quirk up as he watches Tom closely, smirking as his blue-green eyes trail off to the side as he gets lost in his thoughts for a long moment. Clearing his throat sharply, his smirk widens as Tom jerks and looks back to Severus. "I suppose I shall see that for myself tonight. I'll be here at eight. And don't worry, I can see myself out while you prepare yourself."

Tom rolls his eyes and waves the towel still in his hand at his old friend who merely chuckles and walks from the kitchen. After a moment, he pokes his head back in and scowls at Tom. "By the way, Tom. What did you do to my desk?"

Tom's head turns slowly to look at Severus, his brows arching slightly as he looks at his old friend innocently. "Whatever do you mean, Severus?"

Black eyes narrowing, Severus rolls his eyes and huffs a breath as he points at his old friend. "Stay away from my desk from now on. I still haven't found my scissors, and nothing is where it's supposed to be!" He pulls back from the kitchen, rolling his eyes at Tom's snickering, and exits the flat with a thoughtful frown tugging at his lips. Well, this should be interesting…

. . . . .

At seven o'clock on the dot, Hermione knocks on the door to Tom's flat, smiling up at him brightly when he opens it.

"Good evening, little one. Come in." Tom takes her coat, hanging it up before his eyes trail down her body slowly, his lips curling at her outfit. She is wearing a thin silk cream-colored blouse, her nipples standing out against the material, and a ruffled dark red skirt. He quirks a brow at her bare legs and the shiny gold flats on her feet. "You look beautiful, sweet."

She blushes as she steps closer to him, glancing down at herself before looking to him with a shy smile. "I wasn't exactly sure what I should wear. I'm glad you like it."

Tom reaches out and strokes her hair back from her face before leaning in and kissing her, soft and slow, for a long moment before he pulls back with a sigh. "You're beautiful. Let's go have dinner before I ravish you here in the foyer."

Hermione laughs softly and allows him to escort her to the kitchen where they settle in for dinner – baked almond-encrusted salmon, asparagus and more of his homemade chips that she loves so much – chatting and flirting with one another.

After eating and putting the dishes away in the dishwasher, he escorts her upstairs and points to one cracked door. "Here's the loo so you can clean up and freshen your teeth if you'd like. Across the hall, here, is the playroom. When you're ready, come in here. There's a shelf by the door with a mask on it. Please strip down to nothing except for your knickers for this session, and put on the mask. It may also be a good idea to tie back your hair."

Hermione bites her lower lip as she listens to Tom's instructions closely, a flush creeping down her cheeks and neck as she nods. "Yes, sir. I can do all of that. Uhm, when will you come in?"

Tom smiles and strokes his fingers against her flushed cheek. "I will escort our partner up at eight o'clock. You will be ready at that time, little one."

She nods again before taking a deep breath. "Yes, sir."

He presses a kiss to her forehead. "Good girl." With a gentle nudge, he pushes her towards the bathroom before he turns and walks back down the steps.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione lets it out slowly before she walks into the bathroom and flicks on the light. Quickly pulling her hair back from her face, she forces it back into a braid. Finding the mouthwash on a little shelf, she rinses her mouth twice, even going so far as to scrub her teeth with her finger before she turns off the light and moves into the second room.

Pushing open the door, she flicks on the light and looks around nervously. She immediately relaxes when she doesn't spot anything particularly dangerous looking. There is a low cherrywood dresser set against the left wall, and in the center of the floor is a long padded bench with what looks very much like a pew kneeler, also padded. In the corner is a single dark grey wingback chair.

With a shudder, she quickly tugs off her blouse and skirt, folding them neatly and setting them on the shelf that Tom had told her about. After slipping off her shoes and nudging them up against the wall, she pulls the mask down from the shelf and ties it into place.

Hermione shifts over to stand beside the padded bench, rubbing the soft material with two fingers before she jumps and turns around at the sound of a light knock and then the door swinging open.

Tom steps into the room, smiling as his eyes flicker over her form. "Very good, sweet." He pauses, glancing over his shoulder then back to Hermione, his smile widening mischievously. "I would like to introduce you to my old friend, Severus. He'll be assisting us tonight."

Oh shit. Hermione's eyes widen behind the mask as she stares at Tom in horror before it turns to shock as she looks over to the other man as he steps into the room.

Severus's long hair is pulled back into a neat tail and he is wearing a pair of snug black trousers and a white Oxford, sleeves rolled up to the bend of his elbows and the top two buttons left open. Incongruously, he is wearing very fit black leather gloves, as well. He looks so different out of school. I suppose the gloves take care of the skin-to-skin contact issue.

Tom walks over to Hermione, smirking at her as he reaches over to stroke his fingers along her bare arm. "Severus has a number of talents, sweet, but you'll only be experiencing one or two tonight." He leans in and presses his lips to her temple, chuckling as she leans towards him and her peaked nipples brush against his shirt. His lips move against her ear, eliciting more shivers from her. "I will be in the chair, right there, and will be watching everything, sweet."

He smiles down at her before he steps away and walks over to the chair, settling into it and stretching his legs out in front of him.

Hermione tears her eyes away from her Dominant and looks over to the other – her professor. Thank God he doesn't know who I am. This is already mortifying enough!

Severus's dark eyes flick towards Tom and at his nod, he moves over to Hermione, reaching out and gently nudging her chin up so that he can look down at her. "Hello, kitten. You will follow every direction I give you, do you understand?"

She nods slowly, her eyes locked onto his, as she whispers, "Yes, sir."

He smirks and nods once before his hand moves to her shoulder, gently turning her so that she's facing the bench. "I will be blindfolding you tonight, kitten, and we will work on your… listening skills."

Hermione shivers, her eyes flickering over to Tom, who is merely sitting in the chair and watching them with slightly narrowed eyes.

She can feel the light touch of Severus's leather-clad fingers on her bare shoulder just before a thick, soft, black cloth is moved over her face and secured snugly in place. Hermione trembles, one hand reaching out slightly as though to grasp the bench before she drops it back into place.

Hermione breathes in deeply, shivering at the hint of Tom's lingering scent, but overlaid with something new that must be Severus – spicy, like cinnamon and chili peppers with a whiff of chocolate, as though he had been baking before he had arrived at Tom's flat.

There is a rustle of cloth just in front of her before she feels the brush of cotton, warmed by another's skin, against her back. Fingers press firmly against her shoulder, actually directing her to move from her obedient stance.

"Take three steps forward and you should feel the bench in front of you. Climb onto it and lie on your back."

His hand doesn't move, gently directing her into place and holding her secure until she's settled, lying on the padded bench. A sheet or towel has been spread over the bench, , and she settles back on top of it. One hand moves her legs, separating them slightly before smoothing over her skin lightly. "Good girl, kitten."

Once she is settled to his satisfaction, Severus moves away from the bench, and there is the faintest sensation of the air moving as he walks past her. After a moment, there is the sound of a drawer being pulled out, a tinkling of metal and plastic, and a drawer being pushed back in. Steps coming closer tell her he has moved back beside her as the tray is set on the lower portion of the bench.

"Tonight, kitten, we will play with sensation. There will be times when, with only the words your Master will murmur in your ear, you may be allowed to come. Occasionally, special touches may be added to the sensation. That is what we will work with tonight."

There is a faint whisper of sound. Suddenly, the most barely-there flutter of something soft and light brushes against her pebbled nipples.

Hermione gasps softly and shivers as the soft touch moves once again over the same nipple, before being applied to the other, two light touches exactly the same. It draws the nubs tighter and causes the first eruption of goosebumps to break out across her breasts.

Slowly, the still barely-there touch moves, circling her areola, spiraling down one breast before spiraling up the other.

"See how your body reacts? When you cannot see, you must feel." The touch – a feather, she thinks – is slowly dragged down her stomach, circling her navel and brushing against the edge of her pale yellow silk knickers.

"Your pretty little nipples are so hard and begging for kisses and bites, aren't they, kitten? They're all dusky rose and crinkled so beautifully for me."

A sudden flick of his leather-clad fingers against one and then the other nipple has Hermione arching off of the bench with a strangled cry. Shots of bright white heat spread through her nipples and coil in the cradle of her hips.

"Oh, please!"

A soft, deep chuckle is his only response as the feather makes one last track up her stomach, around her breasts and over her nipples before continuing up to brush against her neck and earlobe.

Hermione whimpers softly and arches again, fingers clutching at the sheet beneath her. Suddenly, the feather's touch is gone, and she turns her head blindly in search of the next thing.

There is a long moment of nothing except the sound of three people breathing when out of nowhere, something icy cold and wet hits her already throbbing nipple. "Oh!"

"There is something good to every sensation, the soft, the hard; the hot, the cold. You just have to breathe and feel it. The water is so cold that it leaves little pink marks as it trickles down your skin. Your nipples are begging to be tasted. Should we check your little pussy, kitten?"

Hermione can only let out a strangled groan when he presses the ice cube directly to her nipple, rubbing it lightly in the same pattern as the feather – first one nipple, and then the other, followed by a swirl around her areola on each breast.

He pulls the ice away from her breasts, and she twitches, gasping softly when he blows cool air across the wet skin. She can feel it through her entire body, even her inner muscles clenching and spreading heat through her extremities.

Suddenly, the ice is sliding along her cunt through her knickers, nudging against her swollen clit through the material. Her hips arch up as her fingers clutch at the sheet.

He murmurs, slowly and steadily rubbing the ice against her knickers, again and again bumping against her clit through the now soaking wet cloth. "Look at this pretty cunt, so wet and begging for more. Your knickers were already soaked, now they are almost see through, kitten."

There is a rustle of cloth from the corner, drawing her attention for a moment and reminding her that Tom is in the chair and Severus is holding the ice, when a sharp pinch to her clit – she never even noticed the ice being removed – making her scream out and shudder. Her head falls back against the edge of the bench as the hot coil in her belly twists and pulls in even tighter.

The external sensations disappear completely while she lays there gasping when she feels bare fingers stroking her inner thighs. Hermione jumps in surprise, attempting to pull away just before the touch of gloved hands pulls her shoulders back flat against the bench.

Hermione lets out a shuddering sigh as she feels – and smells – Severus at her head, and shortly after hears him. That leaves Tom as the one between her thighs, and that is allowed. More than allowed, she thinks with a little smile.

"You've been such a good girl, kitten. Your Master has decided to reward you for your good behavior. However, you may only come with my permission. He is between your legs and so close to tasting your sweet nectar, but you must agree first – you may only come when I say so. Do you understand?"

Hermione nods quickly, her hips squirming a little on the bench when she feels Tom's soft hair brush against her thigh before he presses his mouth to her skin. "Yes! Yes, sir, I understand. Please…"

Severus chuckles softly, and there is the soft clinking of metal against metal as he continues to murmur just by her ear. "Good girl. Now just lay there and stay very still." There is a soft prickle of numerous little sharp points lightly pressing against the skin of her breast.

Tom's lips trailed along the soft skin of her inner thigh, moving up to kiss and nip along the edge of her knickers. After a moment, he pulls away, drawing a whimper from her throat that elicits two sets of chuckles. Tugging her knickers down her legs, Tom pinches just behind her knee lightly before kissing it. "You're such a good girl, sweet."

Hermione lets out a heavy sigh and shivers as Tom settles back between her legs, his tongue flicking against her throbbing core just as Severus rolls whatever sharp pokey thing he's prodding her with across her nipple.

A soft shriek is ripped from her at the dual sensations, soft hot tongue, and cold, sharp metal. Her hands clench and ball the sheet into her fingers while she struggles to remain in place as the sensation directed by Severus moves to her other breast. Tom covers her pussy with his mouth, tongue laving slowly up and down along her slit, stop with each circuit to swirl around and over her clit before moving again.

She cries out, her hands moving to grasp the edges of the bench, holding on for dear life as she feels like she's being flayed to within an inch of her life in the best possible way.

That tight red hot coil is twisting inside of her, so close to breaking as she struggles to not come.

Severus's lips brush against her temple as the metal tool is removed, the soft clink signaling that it's been left in its place while he's murmuring, "Your Master is feasting on your delicious little pussy; you can feel his tongue on you, drawing out all of your cream. His dark head between your thighs. You want to come, don't you, kitten?"

Hermione shudders and moans loudly, gurgling as her mouth gapes open when Tom draws her clit into his mouth, sucking and licking it hard. "Oh! Please, please let me come! May I please come?" She shudders, her stomach tensing and hips twitching in the faint hope of holding off her orgasm a little longer as Tom's long fingers wrap around her thighs and hold her tight, his tongue lashing against her overly sensitive clit.

"Hold it, kitten; not yet. Let it build more, just a little more." Severus' fingers are still cradling her shoulders, holding her in place.

Tom growls against her cunt, dragging his teeth along her clit and chuckling when she screams out, her hips arching against his mouth as she sobs out. "I can't, I can't anymore-! Please let me come!"

She can feel the head between her legs nod before latching back onto her clit, sucking and licking, as Severus growls into her ear, "Come then, kitten."

Hermione screams out as every muscle in her body coils and tenses, her orgasm tearing through her as Tom continues to lick and suck at her as her juices must be coating his face.

Tom's hands shift and grab her hips, holding her in place as her body tries to curl and pull away from his attentions. He doesn't stop, driving her into another, smaller orgasm as her entire body shudders and collapses back onto the bench, gasping and panting. "Oh God, oh God…"

Severus strokes her hair lightly, murmuring one last time, "Good girl, kitten." He pulls away slowly, as Tom stands between her limp legs and carefully gathers her up, sheet and all. Hefting her into his arms, he wraps her up gently and carries her a few steps away so that they can settle into the chair he occupied when they began the scene.

Hermione moans softly as she settles against his chest, breathing in his scent deeply as she nuzzles her head into his neck. Tom's hands stroke her back and arms, holding her tight against him as she slowly begins to calm and center again.

He presses his mouth to her temple, murmuring softly, "You're such a good girl, sweet. My perfect girl." He kisses her again, fingers stroking a patch of skin on her arm left uncovered by the sheet.

She sighs softly and brushes her lips against his throat before settling her head on his shoulder again. "Thank you, sir."

Tom draws in a deep breath, shuddering at the lingering warm scent of jasmine and vanilla and sex, before carefully moving one arm up. "I'm going to take off the blindfold now, sweet. Keep your eyes closed for a moment once it's off, and then open them slowly. You'll be disoriented, and it may take a moment to get your center."

Hermione nods once then stills when she feels his fingers plucking at the tie behind her head. It only takes a moment before the soft cloth drops away from her face, leaving the mask still in place before he unties that as well. He removes the two pieces and drops them to the floor beside the chair before stroking her cheek gently with his fingertips.

"You've got little indentions here, little raccoon." She can hear the amusement in his voice and after breathing out slowly, she cracks her eyes open to look up and wrinkle her nose at him.

Tom smiles at the little glimmer of brown peering up at him, his fingers brushing over the freckles sprinkling her nose and cheekbone. "Hello, sweet."

"Mmm. Hello." Hermione sighs softly and stretching a little, wiggling her toes before snuggling back against his chest. "Did I do well, sir?"

"You did beautifully, sweetheart. Easy there." He grunts softly as her wiggling in his lap pins his still hard cock between her arse and his thigh.

Her head pops up, and she looks up at him with wide eyes. "Should I…?"

Tom shakes his head, tugging her back down against him. "No, sweet, hush. Tonight is about you and your training. You earned your reward. My pleasure is not as important."

Hermione pouts a little and wiggles her arse again, this time purposefully grinding into his cock. She whimpers softly as she can feel it throb even through his pants before he swats her thigh in a mostly gentle way.

"Stop that and behave yourself." His voice is playful, but the underlying warning makes her settle down again and behave though she smirks as she nuzzles against his neck.

After a while longer of just sitting together, his hand stroking her hair and down her back before starting all over again, he shifts a little and moves her around so that he can look into her eyes, smiling easily. "Feeling better now?"

Hermione nods slowly, looking up into his darkened blue-green eyes. "Yes, sir."

"Good. I'm going to sit you here in the chair while I tidy up, all right? I'll be here in the room where you can see me." Tom kisses her forehead before carefully maneuvering them so that he can slide out of the chair and tuck her into it.

"Is that very important? I remember reading about aftercare and all that, but I've only experienced a little with you." Hermione watches him as he scoops up the cloth and mask from the floor and walks to the bench.

"Yes, sweet, it's very important. After every scene, any Dom worthy of the title will take care of his submissive. That means holding her as she comes down from the high, making sure she has grounded again and keeping her within sight and comfortable until she is ready to leave the room." He pauses then adds, as an afterthought, "Or she and he, depending upon the situation."

Hermione squirms around to watch him more comfortably, working the sheet loose so that its only tucked beneath her arms and wrapped around her body, much like a strapless dress. Her eyes widen at his words, "She and he. Do you know any women who are Doms?"

Tom glances over his shoulder, smiling at her expression. "I've known a few. I'm currently familiar with only one, and she has one submissive, a young man."

Her eyes widen slightly more as she nods. "That's so interesting. It seems to be a rare dynamic and not mentioned as often as a male Dom and female submissive."

He chuckles at her words as he gathers the tray of implements that Severus, who left the room between Hermione's last orgasm and her coming back to herself, uses to such a great effect. "That's true, to an extent. There don't seem to be as many, for whatever reasons."

I bet he was turned on. How could he not have been? Tom definitely is. Hermione blushes and shakes her head as she watches Tom approach with the tray. On it is a long feather, a bowl of mostly water with the remnants of a few ice cubes, and what looks like a pie scorer.

"What is that? It looks like something my mum uses when baking…" She lets out a little laugh as she points to the metal wheel, her eyes flicking up to Tom's to watch him smile again.

"It's called a Wartenberg wheel. It was used in neurological tests years and years ago, to check sensitivity but was deemed unhygienic. It's been incorporated into scene play for many years for the sensation play like we did today." He smiles down at her before taking the tray over to the dresser and setting it on top.

Opening one of the top drawers, he withdraws a pack of Lysol wipes and methodically wipes down the wheel before putting it into another drawer. He moves over to the bench and wipes it down as well. He tosses the used wipes onto the tray and turns back to her, rubbing his hands on his pants before reaching out to help her stand. "Let me help you dress, and then we'll go down and have some tea before I walk you back."

Hermione sighs softly as she curls her fingers around his wrist, stroking the soft skin there with her fingertips as she looks up at him with a small pout. "I wish I didn't…"

Tom leans down and kisses her softly, his lips brushing against hers once, twice, before he pulls back with a sigh. "Me too, sweet. Another time." One corner of his lips quirk before he leads her over to the shelf by the door and tugs the sheet away from her, smiling down at her nude form. "You're so beautiful, sweet."

She sighs softly as his hands reach out and gently stroke her breasts, thumbs grazing her nipples. He chuckles quietly when they tighten at his touch, and she arches her back, presenting herself to him. "One day, very soon, I'm going to hold you in my lap with my cock inside that delectable pussy and feast on your tits. I will lick and suck and bite across every inch of your skin."

Hermione shudders and lets out a moan when Tom pinches her nipples simultaneously, just this side of too hard. She looks up at him with dark eyes, whimpering when he pinches them again, slightly harder before he pulls away with obvious reluctance. "Let's get you dressed before I bend you over that bench and fuck you into tomorrow. We're not there yet."

Tom smirks and reaches out to gather her clothes, helping her into the skirt and then the blouse, brushing his hands against her breasts as he buttons it for her. Keeping a hold of her hand as she steps into her flats. Afterward he draws her from the room, and she hesitates before stepping out into the hall, making him smile.

He tucks her hand into the crook of his elbow as they walk down to the kitchen, and he lets out a chuckle when he spots the tea tray already on the kitchen table with the kettle simmering on the hob. Thank you, Severus. I owe you an extra cup of coffee tomorrow.

They move over to the table and, after pouring the steaming water into the teapot, settle into chairs beside one another and enjoy their tea. They sit quietly, nibbling at biscuits and sipping barely cool tea, with one hand always touching the other. Hermione keeps her hand tucked around his knee, and Tom has one resting on the nape of her neck, his thumb stroking the skin behind her ear periodically.

After finishing her cup, she sighs softly and rests her head back to lay on his arm before she smiles up at him, her eyes sleepy. "I should get back, as much as I don't want to."

A quick glance at the clock shows that it's already after eleven o'clock and Tom nods, leaning over to kiss her sweetly before he stands and helps her up. "Come on, sweet. Let's get you to bed." He leads her down the hall to the foyer and helps her into her coat before pulling on his own.

Once they are settled, they walk out into the night, and he leads her back to her own room and bed with a little more reluctance than usual.