DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
You're My Past, Present and Future
A/N: I'm updating today because I'm not in the country (again) tomorrow! Enjoy...
Chapter 9
October 22nd 1945
The party was in full swing when Hermione and Amaris got down from their dorms in their party clothes. Hermione was dressed, to everyone's surprise, like a complete slut. She knew she shouldn't have but she'd read the list of dates and that was the night that she and Tom finally made love for the first time. She was in a tight black leather pencil skirt with an equally tight, black and leathery bustier. Her curls were in a messy ponytail and she had a light layer of make-up on. Amaris was equally on the slut side but a little less ferocious.
Hermione scanned the room for Tom and forced a smile when Abraxas spotted her scanning the room and walked over to her. She gave him a 'hi' and put her arm around his waist and he did the same for her shoulders.
"Hello, my dear." He purred in his usual silk voice. "I've been looking for you. You look...Ravishing."
"Thank you." she said, blushing.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"Sure."
He kissed her lips lightly and left her alone. She scanned the room again and saw a hurt Tom. He pushed past her to walk up to the dormitories and she went after him, calling his name desperately.
"Tom! Tom, I can explain!"
"I understand."
"No, Tom, you don't." she said, grabbing his arm and spinning him around.
"No, I really get it. I'm going out with Alaana so you decided to get even. I get it."
"Tom, please, let me explain."
"Go on, then." he snarled, putting his hands in his pockets and awaiting an explanation.
"In here." She said, taking his arm and pulling him inside the girls' dormitory.
"Why so much secrecy?" he asked as she locked the door and silenced the room.
"Because I need to explain something complicated to you and..."
"And?"
"And tonight's the night we make love."
"How do you know that?" he demanded.
"I read the letter and list."
"Hermione!" he cried, putting his hands in his hair.
"I know I shouldn't have but it doesn't matter. In the future you knew I read the letter anyway."
"And how's that?"
"Because I'm telling you that I did now and in 53 years, you still remember but gave me the letter and list regardless." She explained.
"Okay, that I understand. What I don't understand is about you and Abraxas."
"Right. 53 years in the future, I'm married to you. But I also have feeling for Lucius Malfoy."
"Malfoy? Feelings?"
"Not love. It's not love. It's...Lust. Desire. He was the second man I've ever had."
"Second?"
"You and he 'shared' me once in a ménage a trois."
"A what?" Tom asked, completely clueless.
"A threesome." She said simply. He blushed. "Anyway, the reason I'm dating Abraxas is simply because of Lucius. He looks so much like him, it's painful for me to look at him and not see his son. I know that's creepy and wrong but I can't help it!" she cried, throwing her arms about.
He walked over to her and simply kissed her. "It's alright. I'm still dating Alaana after all."
"Enough talk of complicated things. Let's be together."
"Hermione-"
"Not together as in 'a couple', together as in 'make love'." He blushed again and led her over to the bed. She roped her arms around his neck and he put his around her waist and their lips met. Within a minute, her bustier was on the floor and his shirt joined it. She pushed him back onto the covers of her bed and kissed down his chest. He groaned as she started to grind herself against him. As he started to fiddle with the zipper on her skirt, she pulled away from him.
"No. Don't." she said, getting up from the bed. He was about to sit up and ask 'what the hell are you doing' but then she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She wore no underwear. Tom moaned even deeper than he ever had in his life and threw his head back onto the pillow. She chuckled at him. He looked up.
"What?"
"Nothing." She said, taking her bra off and walking back over to the bed, proud of her nakedness.
She straddled him again and he put his hands on her hips. They smiled at each for a moment or two before she unbuttoned and pulled the zip of his trousers down. "Up." She commanded. He raised his hips as best as he could with her on top of him and she slid his trousers down to his ankles, pulled them off and tossed them onto the floor. She looked at his tented and strained underwear and gave a wicked smile.
"What?" he asked, leaning up on his elbows.
"Lie down." She ordered and he obeyed. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off. He looked at her questioningly and then cried out when she swallowed him abruptly.
"Oh, Merlin!" he shouted.
"Shhh." She whispered, letting him go in favour of putting her hand around him. "You've got to be quiet."
"You silenced the room." He reminded her, trying to keep his voice in control as she started jacking him up and down slowly.
"It's more fun if you have to be quiet." She said simply, letting go of him and straddling him again. "You ready?"
"I've been ready for this since I saw you." he answered simply.
And she took him inside her. He threw his head back and moaned loudly whilst she just looked at him, smiling. He was so young. "If you think this impresses you, I've got a lot to teach you." she said, starting to move slowly.
He growled out of frustration, grabbed her hips and tried to pump into her roughly and quickly but she grabbed his hands and squeezed them. "No. Don't."
"I need you." he hoarsely hissed.
"It's not a race, love." She chided, moving his hands to her breasts. She squeezed his hands and moaned lightly.
"Oh, Merlin, you're gorgeous." He rasped under her.
"And you're mine." She said possessively. He smiled at her and promised her the same.