Hello dear readers, welcome to Chapter 11... I actually got this one out faster then expected thanks to reviews and taking a bit of a break from annoying study!
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"I need you in the TV / I need you on the train / I need you every single which way / I need you in the mirrors / I need you in my bed / I need you to wreck my head" - The Wombats (Our Perfect Disease)
"Well?" Tom demanded, as he concentrated on the scar, his mouth forming an angry thin line.
Shit! Hermione panicked. How on earth would she explain such a horrible looking injury to him? What a mood killer! She thought angrily as she mentally went through a list of possible excuses she could use… She then humorously entertained telling him the truth: 'Oh that old thing? Oh darling don't worry… it's just a curse from a horrible dark wizard… he was only trying to defeat and kill a group of teenagers for his master – but not to fear, even though he tried killing me; I'm okay now!'
What would she say… car crash? animal attack? She realised she was running out of time when she felt Tom's fingers brush against the scar again, tracing it incessantly with his questioning fingers whilst she laid there in silence.
"It's nothing really…" Hermione said quietly as she looked down at Tom. He looked up at her from his position, seeming surprised that she had finally spoken. The look of surprise then turned into one of anger.
"What do you mean nothing? It's huge and well; you don't just get scars like that from nothing." He said, somewhat sarcastically.
Hermione huffed and then put on her best face. "What I mean to say is that it happened accidently."
"How?" He bossily demanded.
"Well… it happened when I was about 15… I, um, was visiting my aunt and uncle's house over the summer holidays. My cousins and I ended up sneaking out and playing in an abandoned factory not far from their house. Normally I wouldn't have but they kept saying that I wasn't brave enoughand I wanted to prove them that I was… We were mucking around – just being kids. As I was running through the building, I knocked into a table and a sheet of stainless steel fell right onto my stomach. It sliced it right open… I was lucky they were able to patch it up as well as they did." She finished and watched him as he took her story in. Well, parts of the story were true… she did get the scar when she was 15… and that summer she had mucked around doing stupid things with her cousins, to take their minds off of the fact that her Uncle had sliced his leg open in exactly the same way in an unfortunate work accident.
Tom did nothing at first, except simply stare at her. Hermione tried not to fidget under his intense gaze, feeling that if she did, he would know that the story was a lie. She felt as though he was examining every inch of her, even those parts that remained a secret to everyone but her. Without moving his eyes from hers, his head tilted slightly and he ran his tongue along the scar, lightly – almost tentatively – and a feeling of pure, burning need shot through her body, causing her to shiver under his touch.
She took in another shuddering breath as he dropped eye contact and moved his lips to her breasts. He pulled her up and peppered kisses across her breasts as he deftly removed her bra. Hermione felt her nipples harden in the cool air and Tom's fingers slid over them, causing her body to arch as a pleasant twinge shot through her entire body. He dropped his lips to one breast, taking her nipple in his mouth and flicking his tongue over it, causing Hermione to let out a soft whimper. His other hand cupped the other breast and he slowly rolled and pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Hermione sighed and brought her hands to run through his almost-black hair, brushing some stray strands away from his eyes. He looked up at her and a smirk played at his lips.
"You look awfully smug." She murmured; allowing a small grin across her lips.
He simply arched an eyebrow at her and shifted until his lips were barely an inch from hers. Kissing her quickly on the lips he proceeded to bury his face in her hair and neck, kissing and nibbling her ear lobe.
"Spread your legs." He murmured huskily against her ear.
The command sent a pang of desire straight to her sex, and she automatically rubbed her thighs together in want before allowing them to part slowly for him. She watched as he slid between her thighs, shifting so that his stomach was now touching hers. The lack of space between them became even more apparent as his leant down and kissed her furiously. Her hands ran across his forearms to his hands, which were currently cupping her face.
He broke from the kiss and began kissing and nipping at her neck. Moving her hands up his arms, she let her hands travel down the planes of his back, admiring the smoothness of his skin.
One of Tom's hands began stroking her shoulder and began worked down her body, touching every part of her from her breasts to her hips. Hermione gasped as she felt his hand cup her mound, his fingers parting her wet folds; allowing his thumb to brush against her clit. He began rubbing it more ardently, causing her to grind desperately against his hand as he began to kiss his way down her body.
She moaned as she felt his tongue suddenly on her clit and his fingers dip into her, slowly stroking and exploring before beginning to pump in and out, curling slightly, making her shudder with pleasure. Hermione quivered as his fingers stroked against her walls, making her toes curl and her hips involuntarily jerk towards him.
As her body tingled in pleasure she began thrusting against his fingers, a desperate need building in her. Losing all control of her movements, she grinded shamelessly whilst she felt a growing pressure on her clit from his tongue.
"Ah… so close…" she moaned in-between breathy pants.
He hummed against her clit. That undid it for her, as she felt her walls clench around his fingers and she orgasmed quickly and without any control. Before she could relax though, his lips were against hers and he kissed her intensely.
As he kissed her, he removed his pants and boxers and she felt his hardness brush up against her inner thigh. The fact that they were both now naked, writhing against one-another, made Hermione suddenly feel a little nervous; this was a big moment in her life!
As if sensing her sudden nervousness, he pulled away from their kiss, just as she felt him brush against her entrance. "Relax…" He ordered quietly and shifted against her so that her thighs spread a little further out. "I can't wait to feel you…" He murmured against her ear and she shuddered as his breath tickled her neck.
Before she had time to even respond, he pushed his cock into her. Her breath hitched at the stinging sensation of feeling him inside her. Tom let out a satisfied groan as he pushed further inside of her, before he completely stilled, allowing the both of them to get used to the feeling. Hermione was surprised to find that it didn't hurt as much as what she thought it would, as the stinging sensation decreased, only to be replaced by a feeling of fulfilment.
He leant down and peppered soft kisses on her face as he began moving inside her. Moaning with pleasure, she shifted and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer and allowing his cock to go even deeper. Tom grunted and brought his thumb down to her clit where he fervently began rubbing it again as he thrust in and out of her, allowing himself to go deeper with each thrust.
Hermione's breathing became more and more erratic as she concentrated on the many feelings swirling inside of her. She felt as though everything was sliding away except for Tom – everything about him in this moment enraptured her.
"So close…" She whimpered; grinding against him desperately. In response, he moved harder and faster, causing her to gasp as she clenched tighter around him. She knew she was close and screamed out when she felt him pinch down on her clit as a wave of pleasure rippled through her, signifying her release. Tom wasn't far behind, and started moving even faster before she felt him come inside her with a loud shudder.
The two of them collapsed against one another, breathing heavily in their release. After a short time, Tom slowly pulled out of her, and Hermione felt him shift and settle next to her. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against him possessively. She snuggled into him and let sleep claim her, too exhausted to notice the smug smirk on Tom's face.
Draco made his way through the Manor, wandering the halls with no real intent or purpose. Now that he had spent some time in the muggle world, he realised how ostentatious his childhood had actually been. He smirked as he admired the many priceless vases and paintings that lined the hallway he was currently walking down. Draco would never pretend to be someone who was ashamed of his wealth, because quite frankly Draco didn't believe in tact when it came to the accomplishments of the Malfoy family. Life was too short, in his opinion, to go around acting humble about something that was so great. Sure, he had done a lot of growing up since the war and the humiliation of his father's imprisonment, but that certainly didn't turn him off his wealth. He vowed he would never be like his father. Draco knew that power, and the future of his family, laid in his acceptance of things outside the pureblood sphere. He was surprisingly happy to accept the muggle influence that was surely to become stronger in the wizarding world with the defeat of the Dark Lord and the subsequent defeat of the idea of pureblood supremacy. Merlin, he was glad the Dark Lord was gone from his house! Draco shuddered as he remembered having Voldemort in his house and the amount of pressure put on his family. After his father lost the prophecy globe in the Department of Mysteries it seemed as though the Malfoy's couldn't do anything right. He found himself at the door of his father's study and out of curiosity, decided to enter.
The room had obviously not been used in a while, though was still kept impeccably clean by the army of house elves. Draco wandered around the room, casually inspecting the many artefacts his father had collected over the years, noting many of the dark magic items had been confiscated by the Ministry once the war had ended. He walked over to the study bureau and idly picked up a quill, twirling it in his fingers as he looked around the room. This would all be his one day… well it practically already was, as he doubted his father was ever leaving Azkaban. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice he had drawn the attention of one portrait in particular.
"Oh thank Merlin!" It bellowed and Draco dropped his quill in surprise and spun around to face the voice. "I was worried it would be that blasted woman in here to cry again!"
Draco eyed the portrait in shock. "Who's crying?" He questioned.
Abraxas Malfoy eyed the boy imperiously. "Narcissa, of course! She's in here all the time blubbering about my good-for-nothing son. Those two cold fishes must have actually been in love-"
"Don't talk about them like that." Draco replied with a quiet confidence that he wouldn't have displayed a few years ago.
"I'll say what I like boy." Abraxas replied. "Lucius couldn't even live up to the Dark Lords-"
"The Dark Lord is dead!" Draco cut across him quickly. "It matters no longer what he did to fail him." He sneered.
Abraxas looked thoughtful. "Yes, such a shame, he had great ideas for this world."
Draco decided to ignore that last statement. He wasn't about to argue with a portrait over the Dark Lord or his ideologies. Draco didn't even know his Grandfather that well, he had died when he was quite young and before then was quite cold and unapproachable towards Draco. In fact, Draco was quite sure that all his Grandfather viewed him as was a necessary heir to keep the Malfoy line going. Just as he was about to find an excuse to leave, the unmistakeable 'pop' of a house elf distracted him. He turned to face the Elf, who was now nervously standing on the other side of the desk, wringing his hands together.
"Jub Jub is sorry to disturbs Master Malfoy, but there is visitors who wishes to speaks to you!"
"Who are they?" Draco quickly asked, noting his Grandfathers sudden interest as well.
"They tell Jub Jub they is Aurors! Harry Potter is here, Master Malfoy!" The Elf squeaked, unable to keep the excitement from his voice. "I tell them you is okay to talk to them! Jub Jub hopes that is okay with Master!"
"Yes, yes, fine. Where are they?" What on earth was Potter doing here? Draco thought. In fact, why were Aurors even here? He thought all the legal matters had been taken care of a few months ago.
"Jub Jub has led them to the tea room Master. Mistress is already there."
"Thank you." Draco tersely replied. He bid his Grandfather a polite goodbye and apparated to the entrance of the tea room, which was located on the other side of the Manor. Walking through the entrance he noted his Mother, Potter and a burly man who looked to be in his mid-thirties seated at the table. They all stood when he entered.
"Draco." Narcissa said, looking relieved that she wasn't entertaining on her own anymore.
"Mother." He replied, before turning to the two men standing beside her. "To what do we owe this pleasure?" He asked in a neutral tone.
"Mr Malfoy, my name is Auror Marc Beretz." The older man said, holding his hand out for Draco to shake.
Draco shook it firmly and nodded towards him. "Nice to meet you." He responded.
"You of course know Harry Potter. He'll be shadowing me on this case as part of his Auror training." Beretz added.
In a move that surprised Draco, Harry held his hand out to shake. "Malfoy." He said, with a bit of a smirk. Draco shook his hand and smirked back at him.
"Potter. How have you been?" Draco asked.
"Good, and yourself?"
Draco felt that this was disgustingly polite and longed to start poking fun at his old Hogwarts nemesis, but he figured Potty would be on his best behaviour for his Auror training.
"Fine, thanks." He replied before they all sat down again.
"I suppose you're wondering why we are here." Beretz said, once they were settled. "As you know, after the war, the Ministry began 'Operation Kerang'…"
"Capturing of missing Death Eaters?" Draco quickly remembered to Ministry project as it involved himself and his father.
"Exactly." Beretz nodded.
"I thought all Death Eaters had been detained?" Narcissa asked, with a furrowed brow breaking her normally cool face.
"So did we, Mrs Malfoy. Any Death Eater we hadn't captured we thought had either died in the battle or been, erm, disposed of by, ah, Voldemort before the battle."
"If you don't mind me asking Mr Beretz, why are you here? We all know Lucius is now in Azkaban." Narcissa said, with a slight quiver to her voice.
Before Beretz could respond, Harry quickly cut in. "There's been a sighting… of a Death Eater that is."
"What does this have to do with us?" Draco replied, immediately feeling defensive. "We aren't 'harbouring' anyone if that's what you want to know."
"Who is it?" Narcissa then asked curiously.
"Rabastan Lestrange." Beretz answered.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise to the news and Narcissa emitted a slight gasp.
"Rabastan?" Narcissa exclaimed. "I thought he was dead!"
"Are you sure it's him?" Draco asked with uncertainty.
"The sightings were able to be verified." Harry added. "It was definitely him."
Draco and Narcissa sat there in shock. Draco thought Rabastan had been killed in the battle.
"The reason we're here is because we know that whilst he has been in relative hiding, he may try to contact you, considering the family link." Beretz said, looking directly at Narcissa, who in turn blanched at the suggestion.
"Look, I know my sister was married to his brother, but we weren't that close… even with the Dark Lord…" Narcissa trailed off uncomfortably.
"Never the less… with your high profile, it would be prudent to ensure you be extra careful. Rabastan may try to contact you. If he does, we want you to contact us straight away."
"I just… I just can't believe it!" Narcissa said in shock.
"Neither can we; he's obviously clever enough. He's managed to evade the Ministry for this long, but it's only a matter of time before he slips up." Beretz replied.
"Mrs Malfoy, do you have any information or documentation that may assist us in locating him?" Harry asked politely.
"Well… not really." Her eyebrows furrowed in thought.
"Actually, we do want you to assist with something." Beretz asked. "We know from previous interview transcripts that Bellatrix bestowed you access to the Lestrange vault. We need you to give us access to see if there is anything that will lead us to him."
"Oh." She responded.
"Mrs Malfoy, you do understand that if you don't comply we will issue you with a warrant. This will make the matter public which is something we do not want and I'm sure you would prefer to not have more attention on your family." Beretz explained in a bossy tone.
Before Draco could reprimand the wizard, Harry spoke up. "Mrs Malfoy, I know you've been through a hard time, but if you help, the Ministry may offer to lessen some of the restrictions that have been put on your family… such as travelling, for instance."
Narcissa's eyes perked up. "Do you mean, they'd allow us to travel outside Britain?"
"Quite possibly," Beretz replied. "Other families have been rewarded in a similar fashion for helping us with Kerang."
"So, do you think you may be able to help Mrs Malfoy?" Harry asked, with a kind smile on his face.
Narcissa looked deep in thought. Draco reached across the table and took her hand in his and gave her an encouraging smile. If they were able to travel, it would mean that his Mother wouldn't constantly be cooped up in this house with nothing but her memories.
"Okay, yes I will help." She answered Harry.
"Excellent." Beretz said, with notable relief in his voice. "I'll just need you to look over these forms Mrs Malfoy and we can get things underway…"
After an hour of going through various forms the Auror and Harry were finally going. Draco stood and stretched and walked over to the fireplace. He noted that Beretz was now talking to his Mother about his older sister, who apparently had been close to her in Hogwarts. It was nice for his Mother to be able to talk about something so frivolous, he noted, as he took in the warm smile she gave when he reminded her of his sister and told her about what she had been up to lately.
Unfortunately Draco was brought out of his reverie by Potty coming and standing next to him.
"Thanks for your help, Malfoy." Harry said conversationally.
"It wasn't really my help." Draco shrugged.
"None-the-less… So Hermione has told me all about uni…"
"Oh yeah, Granger isn't so bad once you get past the fact that she is a complete know-it-all."
"Yeah, she said you aren't so bad once you get past the fact you are an arrogant prat." Harry replied good naturedly. Draco simply scowled at him.
"So I take it you've met her boyfriend then?" Harry asked. Draco couldn't help but notice the note of curiosity in his voice.
"And you haven't Potty? I'm surprised she didn't consult you straight away as to who she was allowed to date…" Draco sniggered.
"Oh get on with it Malfoy." Harry rolled his eyes.
Draco chuckled. "Yes, of course I have met him… he is, after all, in class with us."
"And?"
"And he's a giant, arrogant prat who acts like he owns Granger or something."
Harry quirked his eyebrows in disbelief at Draco. "I'm sure if you dislike him so much, then he probably isn't that bad. In fact, we'd probably get along." Harry sniggered.
"Whatever, Pothead, just wait until you meet him." Draco retorted.
Tom lay awake staring at Hermione. He had awoken about 10 minutes ago, whilst she remained in a deep sleep. He smirked as he looked at her. Last night was… well, how could he answer that? Despite the fact that she was a virgin that was some of the best sex that he had ever had.
As she lay there stomach down, a mass of curly hair covering her face and the blankets bunched around her hips, leaving her back exposed, Tom couldn't help but wonder about the everything that had happened so far.
He had left his flat earlier, after going through that book of hers and his own notes, needing fresh air. He knew that it was something big; he just couldn't work out the final missing piece. He knew Hermione was the link to everything though, the strange dreams he was having, the strange feelings he had felt around her. Then there was the strange things about her… the book, the weird behaviour… hell, even the toasted cheese sandwich incident – no, he hadn't forgotten about that either.
His walking had led him to her door and when she answered crying he had to try and hide the rage that someone may have hurt his woman. When she explained she was sad about losing her good friend and that her and this Ronald had decided to 'patch' things up, he couldn't help but feel jealousy course through him that there was another male back in her life that he had to worry about. It was bad enough having to worry about fucking Zabini, Tom thought with a scowl, let alone another bloke who may have romantic feelings towards her.
He didn't know why she was so obviously lying about that scar on her stomach either. She must have her reasons for it thought. He couldn't help but immediately wonder that she was lying about it because someone had actually hurt her. If he found out that someone had hurt her, well, heaven help them if he ever found out who they were. He would beat the living shit out of them for a start. Nobody hurt his Hermione and got away with it.
He didn't call her out on her lies though, because, by that stage, all he wanted to do was fuck her. He had been waiting for weeks now to sleep with her and playing the understanding "slow-moving" boyfriend was grating on his nerves… he was used to getting women into bed at the click of his fingers. He knew Hermione would be worth the wait though and he was right. The surge of power that shot through him when he came was almost indescribable. He had never felt that before with a woman. Just thinking about her writhing all tight and wet underneath him made him hard all over again.
He smirked as he looked down at her and ran his hand up her back, trailing her spine until he reached her crazy mass of hair. Brushing it away from her face, he lightly stroked her cheek before running his fingers back down her back, tracing indistinguishable shapes as he did so. He felt her stir slightly under his touch and realised that she was waking up. Leaning down, he began trailing wet kisses up her back, and rubbing her shoulders gently.
"Merlin, that feels good…" She sighed as she woke up slowly.
Tom stopped and chuckled a bit. "Who's Merlin?" He asked huskily against her neck. He felt her stiffen slightly under his touch.
"Oh, um, nothing… it's just something my friends and I say – you know, instead of using the lord's name in vain? We started saying it in school as a joke…" She mused sounding much more awake than before and laughing slightly.
"Oh." He replied. "Well, I'm glad I can evoke such terms then…" He then said seductively in her ear.
"Of course." She grinned.
"How do you feel after last night?" He asked, now casually massaging her back.
"Mmm, good." She replied and then sighed in enjoyment as his hand ran over a particularly tense spot.
Tom simply smirked and continued running his hands up and down her back, each time allowing his fingers to suggestively brush further underneath the blankets and touch the top of her backside. She wiggled her bottom in appreciation of his touch; it was obvious she wanted him to go further.
Tom lightly pulled back the sheets and admired her small, pert ass. He decided that it had a nice roundness about it, which just begged for him to squeeze it. He moved one of his hands down and lightly traced his fingers across it before squeezing it rather harshly. This seemed to turn her on, as she hummed in appreciation.
He shuffled down the bed and parted her legs. Shifting so he was now in between her legs, he ran his hands up and down the backs of her thighs and ass, squeezing her again. Leaning down, he placed a light kiss on her lower back and worked his way up until he rubbed his nose against her cheek and kissed her softly, allowing his body to encase hers.
"Good Morning." He said against her lips.
"Good Morning to you too." She replied and Tom smirked when she gasped as she felt his hardness rub against her lower back. She immediately pushed her ass up, grinding against his body.
"Do you want something Hermione?" He murmured in her ear, before slowly nibbling on it. In response, she rubbed her ass against him again. "Hmm, I won't know unless you tell me." He whispered teasingly in her ear.
She huffed and he watched in enjoyment as her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. "You." She replied quietly.
He reached down suddenly and ran his fingers through her pussy, noting how wet and ready she was already. She hissed as his fingers continued to languidly run in and out of her.
"I guessed you wanted me… but what do you want me to do?" He asked.
She didn't answer, but simply moaned as one of his fingers dipped into her tight channel.
"If I take a guess… do you want me to fuck you Hermione?" He teased and she immediately bucked her hips at his words.
"Mm, yes." She whispered.
"Say it." Tom ordered. "Say exactly what you want me to do with you." He pressed another finger into her pussy for good measure.
She moaned loudly. "I want… I want you to, to fuck me." She gasped as his fingers pumped in and out of her.
Tom smirked. "Well, if you're asking." He replied, kissing her cheek before moving back down her back. She went to shift and roll over but Tom held her shoulders down. "Ah, ah," he reprimanded. "You stay where you are." He ordered.
"But…" Hermione went to respond but shushed by Tom immediately.
"Don't question, just enjoy." He said as he removed his fingers from her pussy and grabbed pillow. Using one hand to pull her hips up, he put the pillow underneath her hips so they were slightly propped in the air. Running his hands over her ass again he gave it a light squeeze. He kissed his way up her back again and nuzzled his face in her curly hair.
"You feel so nice…" He trailed off as he settled over her. She whimpered in need as he guided his cock towards her entrance. As he brushed against her entrance he let out a shuddering breath in response just how wet she was. Well, someone likes morning surprises, he thought smugly.
"Please…" She moaned as he pushed himself slightly into her, groaning at how tight she was.
Her plea set something off in him and he immediately plunged into her, moaning at the feeling of being encased in her warmth. All he could think about was how much he needed her. He began thrusting in earnest, this position allowing him to go in a completely different angle compared to last night. She bucked her hips in pleasure and groaned as he pumped in and out of her.
He couldn't believe how good she made him feel, he felt powerful as he completely pulled out before slamming himself back inside of her heat. She gasped and writhed underneath him, his hands grabbing onto her hips forcefully to keep her still. He leant his head on her shoulders, allowing leverage as he continued fucking her, continuing to go deeper and deeper as she thrashed underneath him, her hands trying to madly grab for anything as she tried to control herself. He could feel her tightening around him and he angled himself so every time he slammed into her he was hitting around her g-spot. She let out a strangled yelp as he felt her pussy clamp down and a velvety warmth encase his cock. It made him grunt in pleasure and he sped up, feeling incredibly turned on by the sound of their bodies joining. Finally, and thankfully, he felt his climax overtake him and he pushed himself into her as deeply as possible, holding her down as he came.
Collapsing on top of her, he fought to catch his breath. Pushing her hair to the side he peppered kisses across her cheeks and finally her lips. She keened in pleasure at his attention and allowed him to pull out of her, before she rolled over and kissed him passionately and languidly.
"Nice wake up call." She grinned and he chuckled. "You are setting quite high expectations for me now." She added.
"Expectations only for me." He replied in a bratty tone before pulling her towards him possessively.
She simply laughed and replied. "Yes, yes, only for you."
Weeeelllll, to all those wanting the smut to hurry up, how d'ya like them apples? hehe, Oh, and put your hand up if you'd like to wake up to Tom Riddle sexing you up? *hides from husband and puts hand up* lol
First of all, the lyrics dedication up the top... if you haven't heard of the Wombats yet, get yourself acquainted... I saw them live this week and they were amazing. That song in particular really helped writing the smut scenes... so check them out :)
Secondly... the injury/scars. Obviously Tom didn't believe her, and that was kinda the point... I didn't want him to believe her... BUT the injury is quite possible. My husband has a massive scar on his leg from a sheet of stainless steel falling on it and cutting it right open. He now has a wicked scar that's about 12 inches long. Stainless steel is quite sharp and could essentially be a "cutting hex" of the muggle world hehe.
OMG there is still a death eater out there! How do you think this will impact on our other characters? Did you all just snigger when Harry said he'd like Hermione's new boyfriend because Malfoy didn't? MWAHAHAHAHA
I hope you all enjoyed it and the scenes were believable ;)
Spare a poor gal some reviews xox I do reply to all my reviews :D
