A/N: Here we go, folks! The second to last chapter, and a bit longer to make up for the wait. I hope you all enjoy! The epilogue is also finished and will be posted in the next day or two. ;)

Beta: ~Glitter~

Hermione steadily moves her things over from her dorm to Tom's whenever she has a chance through the last two weeks of the semester until her room is almost completely bare, the barest of essentials and toiletries still there.

The day before graduation, her parents show up, knocking on the door. Hermione throws the door open to embrace her parents with a happy cry. Helen and Richard Granger, dentists who work inside of and live outside of London, gather their only child in their arms, hugging her tightly.

"Congratulations, sweetheart!" Richard smiles down at Hermione before kissing her forehead.

Helen pulls back slightly, smiling just as widely. "Yes, darling. You've worked so hard! We're so proud of you."

"Thanks, mum, dad. I'm just so glad to be graduating! And getting ready for uni, and just… everything else." She trails off, a bit lamely, as a flush creeps across her cheekbones.

Richard's rather bushy brows crawl up along his forehead before he exchanges a look with his wife. "Well, then. Let's gather up some of your things, and we'll put them in the car, and go have some dinner, right?"

Hermione bites down on her lip, the blush making its way down her neck. "Uhm, about that…" She shuffles back into the room, motioning for her parents to follow along.

With another exchanged look, they slip into the dorm after their daughter, before Helen makes a sound of surprise. "Hermione! Where are all of your things?!"

She clears her throat nervously as she picks at her fingers. "Ok, so, like I said! Well, you see…" Clearing her throat again, she glances out the tiny window between the two beds, before glancing over her shoulder at her roommate's still decorated wall. "I've been seeing someone for, uh, a long while now, and I haven't really talked about it with many people, but it's actually quite serious, and I plan on moving in with him after graduation." The words tumble from her mouth, one after the other in a rush of breath before she snaps her mouth shut with a last huff through her nose.

There's a long moment of silence, and when she finally looks up and at her parents, taking in their stunned expressions and how her mum is now sitting on Hermione's bed, she licks her lips and smiles tremulously. "I'm sorry! I didn't say anything because I didn't know how serious it was going to be, and it is, and he's a little older than I am, but I don't want you to think it was anything, you know, inappropriate. And I just can't seem to stop babbling; I'm so sorry, mum, dad!"

Hermione plops down on Parvati's bed, covering her face with her hands. After a few moments, her dad breaks the silence.

"Well, if it's so serious… where is this older man who's very serious about you?" His voice is calm if a bit skeptical, which causes Hermione's shoulders to abruptly relax as she drops her arms to peer at her parents. Her dad is looking very serious, his lips tighter than normal, but mostly relaxed. Her mum, however, is biting her lips in order to hold back the grin threatening to overtake her face.

Letting out a shaky laugh, she laces her fingers together and smiles. "Ah, he's at work at the moment. We agreed that springing him on you today wouldn't be very polite since I've neglected to talk about him, like, at all, so if you're ok with it, he wants to take us all to an early dinner tomorrow." Her eyes flick between her parents, watching them look at each other before turning back to their daughter.

Richard opens his mouth first, "Herm-…"

Helen cuts him off suddenly, "Yes! We'll have dinner with him tomorrow. What's his name? And what does he do? Oh, Hermione, I'm so happy you've got a boyfriend!"

Hermione's eyes pop open in surprise as she stares at her mother. "Easy, mum! His name is Tom. And he's a, a biologist." She stumbles momentarily, before letting out a breath as she looks back to her father. "Dad? Are you ok with this?"

Richard huffs, tucking his hands into his pants pockets as he shrugs. "I suppose so, love. Not much I can do about it, what with you being a responsible adult, and all." A half-smile quirks his lips as he looks over to Hermione, peering at her closely. "You look happy; a bit tired, but happy. So anyone who makes you look like that can't be all bad. But you know I'll reserve my final opinion for after dinner tomorrow."

"Deal." Hermione hops back to her feet, throwing her arms around her dad's shoulders and squeezing him tightly. "Thank you, daddy." She presses her lips to his cheek, smiling up at him brightly, before looking back over to her mum. "Well, I haven't much left to do here! We can throw my overnight bag into the car and then we can go out to the Great Hall, so you can get some good seats."

Helen chuckles as she steps forward, lacing her arm through Richard's and tugging him to the door. "That sounds perfect, sweetheart. Get your bags, and let's get going!"

After zipping her overnight bag closed - her empty, rope-repaired school bag carefully tucked into the larger bag - and scooping up the plastic bag with her graduation robes, Hermione glances around her room one last time with a melancholy smile before heading outside to join her parents.

*.*.*.*

Graduation passes in the blink of an eye. Hermione can't stop grinning as she walks across the stage, first in the class, shaking Professor Dumbledore's hand as she accepts her diploma, and moving down the line to shake the rest of the assistant's hands - McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick, and lastly, Tom.

Their hands linger for the briefest of moments when their eyes meet, his thumb brushing twice, back and forth, over the inside of her wrist. She winks at him quickly, and if his smile is a tiny bit wider and more genuine for Hermione, no one in the audience notices or, at least, bothers to comment on it. The moment passes as she steps off the stage and resumes her seat.

She cheers for her friends, particularly loudly for Harry and Ron, and by the time Zabini steps off the stage, the entire graduating class is eager to escape.

Dumbledore's final words are practically drowned out by the roar of the graduates as they launch their mortarboards into the sky.

Afterward, all of the families gather together as photographs are taken, Hermione smiling brightly with Ron and Harry for pictures, as well as with Ginny, and Parvati, and Lavender. She drags her parents to the front of the hall in order to introduce them to Professors Riddle and Snape, a faint blush on her cheeks as her mum takes a picture of her with the two men.

No one except for Severus even notices the pinch Tom sneaks on her arse just after the picture, and he can only roll his eyes and stand there obligingly until the Grangers disappear into the crowd again.

Tom watches her leave, only tearing his eyes away to scowl at Severus when the black-clad man rumbles, "You should be ashamed of yourself, Riddle."

"She's not my student anymore, Snape." Tom smirks at Severus before turning back to face the milling crowd.

Later that night, the Grangers, Potters, and Weasleys meet for dinner together and, afterward, all go their separate ways with plenty of hugs and flowers and promises to meet later in the summer. After a quick ride to her parents' hotel, a shower and settling into her bed, Hermione turns on her phone and smiles at the texts waiting for her.

[Tom Riddle]: Congratulations, Hermione.

[Tom Riddle]: You were beautiful today.

[Tom Riddle]: I can't wait to see you tomorrow.

With a chuckle, she sends him a text back before crawling under the blankets of her bed and grabbing her book from the bedside stand. Her parents are in the other room of the suite, and she can hear the murmur of their low conversation through the half-open doorway about how lovely the graduation was, and how the Potters are still so polished and good looking, and how friendly the Weasleys are.

When her phone buzzes twice back-to-back, she looks down quickly.

[Me]: Thank you, love. I miss you, too.

[Tom Riddle]: Are you settled into the hotel?

[Tom Riddle]: Wait, you don't have to share a room with your parents, do you?

[Me]: We are, and thank goodness, no! We have a suite; they're in the other room.

[Tom Riddle]: That's a relief.

[Tom Riddle]: Then I won't feel so… inappropriate for giving you a particular set of instructions for tonight.

Hermione's eyes widen as she slouches down into the comfortable bed, glancing towards the cracked door that leads to her parents' room, before back to her phone. Biting her lip, she replies.

[Me]: Oh? And what instructions are those, sir?

It takes a few moments, all the while her eyes locked on the little blinking bubble before he replies.

[Tom Riddle]: Yes, love. And you, my sweet, will slip your fingers into your panties and rub that sweet nub of yours until you are about to come…

Hermione swallows hard, licking her lips and muttering to herself, "You arse."

[Tom Riddle]: And then stop. Wait until you've come down enough, then begin again. Rub and stroke, insert as many fingers as you like, wherever you'd like, pinch your nipples, whatever you like… but you are NOT allowed to come.

[Tom Riddle]: Not until we are together, tomorrow night, and I give you permission in person so that I may witness it.

A soft whine escapes her throat before she cuts it off, sighing as she replies to his text, a little smirk playing on her lips.

[Me]: Who said I'm wearing any panties?

[Tom Riddle]: You minx. No teasing.

[Tom Riddle]: And you're admitting to not wearing panties around your parents?

[Me]: Well…

[Me]: I certainly wasn't wearing any earlier at graduation.

[Me]: When you pinched my arse.

[Me]: And all I could think about was being with you tomorrow, and I was quite worried about leaving a puddle in my chair.

[Tom Riddle]: Damnit...

[Tom Riddle]: You're making it very difficult for me to not just show up at your hotel and ravish you, not even caring where you are or who you're with, sweet.

[Me]: That's because you're completely incorrigible, love.

[Me]: And yes, sir. I will follow your directions. When should I start, and for how long?

[Tom Riddle]: I will always marvel over just how perfect you are, sweet.

[Tom Riddle]: You may wait until your parents have gone to bed. Text me when you begin, and I expect you to continue for at least an hour.

Hermione groans softly, clenching her thighs tightly against her already throbbing center. "Fuck, Tom. A whole hour?" She sighs as she replies.

[Me]: You're so evil.

[Me]: Yes, sir.

[Tom Riddle]: I know. And you love me anyway. Or maybe because of it.

[Tom Riddle]: My good girl.

"Are you talking to your man, Hermione? You've got the silliest smile on your face!" Her mum's voice suddenly intruding on her thoughts, and far closer than she's comfortable with, makes Hermione yelp and slam a finger down on the home button of her phone.

"Mum! You scared the daylights out of me!" Hermione pops her head up from her pillow and glares at her laughing mother, who only flaps a hand at her.

"Relax, love. I'm not trying to be nosy, I'm too old for that. I just…" Helen lets out a sigh as she settles down at the foot of the bed, facing her daughter with a smile. "I'm so proud of you, and I know I've said as much before, but I just want to say it again. Your father and I both are; you've grown so much and you're always so responsible and mature, and we're just both so happy with you and for you. You can always tell us whatever you'd like, whenever you're ready."

Hermione smiles tremulously, her eyes sparkling with extra moisture. "Oh, mum… oh, hang on." She types up a quick message before sending it and pressing the power button on her phone and crawling from under the covers. "Come on, mum, let's go watch some telly before bed."

[Me]: I'll text you later, I promise. Mum looks all mushy, so I'm going to spend some time with her and dad, and we are all looking forward to dinner tomorrow! ;) And I do love you, you prat.

Hermione is stretched out on the foot of her parents' bed, watching telly with them, when he replies. She sees it later, just before texting him that she is about to begin following his instructions.

[Tom Riddle]: Looking forward to the dinner, as well. And I love you back, you little shrew.

*.*.*.*

After a late breakfast, Hermione takes her parents on a quick tour of Hogsmeade, pointing out some of her favorite shops and locations.

Throughout the day, Tom continues to send her messages, mostly to keep her hot and wet - which he does with a ridiculous amount of ease - but the occasional average tidbit, such as Severus and Lucius coming to the house for lunch, and that he made their reservations at the Three Broomsticks for six pm. She smiles with each message, eyes locked on her phone, and completely oblivious to the looks exchanged between her parents. Before she knows it, they return to the hotel in order to clean up and get ready for dinner.

Around a quarter 'til, they begin to make their way to the restaurant, Hermione biting her lip until it's swollen; finally Helen reaches out and loops her arm through Hermione's with a soft, "Calm down, sweetheart. It'll be just fine."

She can only laugh weakly, staring at the rapidly approaching restaurant as they continue to stroll down the street, Richard a few steps behind the ladies. Upon entering, Hermione steps up and, in a low voice, mentions the reservation under Riddle. The hostess smiles, motioning the trio to follow her.

Taking them to one of the large booths, Hermione lets out a rush of air as she sees that Tom hasn't arrived yet, unsure if she's glad or even more nervous because of that fact. She checks her phone, and it's a still a few minutes until six with no new messages, so he's not running late. She tucks her phone under her leg and smiles tremulously at her parents, who return her smile as the waitress drops off waters and a basket of bread sticks.

Grabbing one, she crunches down into it, hard. She takes a sip of water, one leg jiggling in place. Richard clears his throat, smirking at his daughter. "Calm down there, wiggles."

She starts and glares at her dad, sticking her tongue out at him. "Hush, old man. So I'm nervous! Fine."

Richard opens his mouth again, just as Tom approaches the table, his face carefully blank. "Hermione."

Hermione looks up quickly, her eyes brightening as she slips from the booth to stand up. "Tom!" She steps up to him, then freezes, unsure of what to do, especially in front of her parents.

Dragging his eyes from the table to look at her, Tom smiles, raising a hand to brush his fingers along her cheek before pressing his lips to her forehead softly, his voice low. "Hello, sweet. I've missed you."

Hermione sighs softly, leaning into him for just a moment as she draws in a deep breath of his comforting scent, whispering against his collar. "I've missed you too."

A clearing throat makes her jump and turn with a blush to look at her parents - her mother smiling a bit tightly, and her father staring Tom down.

There's a heartbeat of silence, and then suddenly time rushes by, before resuming its normal pace. Tom's hand has settled on her lower back, a warm, heavy, and comforting weight that allows the muscles in her shoulders to loosen.

"Mum, dad. This is my boyfriend, Tom Riddle. Uhm, you met briefly yesterday." Hermione's watches her parents as they exchange a look, then turn back to the couple standing in front of them.

Richard's brow furrows and his mouth opens just as Helen jumps in and cuts him off. "Dr. Riddle, so pleased to see you again! Please, sit and join us."

Tom and Hermione exchange a look - his amused, hers borderline horrified - before he helps her back into the booth as he slides onto the seat close beside her. Once settled, he reaches over, settling his left hand on her upper thigh, fingers tucked between her legs.

She glances up at him with a flush highlighting her freckles, and wrinkles her nose at his small amused smirk.

"Thank you, Dr. and Dr. Granger. It's a true pleasure to see you again, and please, call me Tom." He smiles over to her parents, who exchange another quick look.

There's another moment of awkward silence, and Hermione reaches down and grasps Tom's hand as he strokes her leg with his thumb.

Richard clears his throat and then motions with one hand at nothing in particular. "So, we met you yesterday. At the graduation. You're one of Hermione's professors."

Tom shakes his head slowly. "Not exactly, no. I've never had Hermione in one of my classes." His lips twitch as he glances over at her, squeezing her fingers unseen under the table. "I've only ever taught the most basic classes, as part of my duties as head of the department, and Hermione was far too advanced even from the first year to be in those."

Hermione colors at his compliment, turning a bright smile up to him. "That's sweet of you to say, Tom."

Helen shifts in her seat, letting out a deep breath, and then shrugs expressively, smiling at her husband before looking to the couple. "So, how did you meet?"

Laughing a little, Hermione glances back to her parents. "Tom had to sign the forms that allowed me to work in Professor Snape's labs for the extracurricular hours. That was the first time we actually met."

"That's right; it was in the beginning of the session. I'd heard her name many times through her years at Hogwarts, of course, due to her exemplary status in the school. And of course, as I am head of the department, she knew my name, if not my face."

Richard stares at Tom hard, his eyes slightly narrowed. "But you're still a teacher at my daughter's school."

"Yes, I am. As I said, I've never been in a position of direct authority over her. And yes, our relationship started months ago while she was still a student at the school, and I a teacher." Tom glances over at Hermione as she lets out a small groan, glaring up at him from under her lashes. "What? I'm only being completely honest."

She lets out a huff as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Yes, I know; it's just embarrassing to be discussing this with my parents."

"Well, dear, if you didn't want to be asked questions about your relationship with a much older man who also just happens to work at your school, you might have reconsidered." Richard slouches down, crossing his arms over his chest, just like his daughter.

"Richard!" Helen slaps his arm before leaning toward Tom. "I appreciate your honesty, Tom. And please, call us Helen and Richard." Her husband lets out a disgruntled noise, which she ignores. "I'm sure you can imagine this is quite a shock for us; Hermione never even told us she was in a relationship, much less with someone who is, well… as my husband said, older and a professor at her school."

Tom nods slowly. "I know that I can't relate to how you feel, as a non-parent myself, but Hermione and I discussed it and decided together to keep it from everyone until after graduation. Not even my own friends know who she is at the moment, just that I was in a relationship. The same with Hermione and her friends."

Helen nods, smiling, opening her mouth to say something else when Richard butts in. "Are you sleeping together?"

"Richard!"

"Daaad!" Hermione drops her face into her hands with a loud groan. "Will you please stop?" As if that isn't a full admission of guilt.

Tom clears his throat and squeezes Hermione's thigh again, gently, before meeting Richard's eyes. "I don't believe in discussing… intimate… details of our personal relationship. But if Hermione is comfortable with it…" He glances down at his girlfriend, his eyes glittering in mirth.

"No, I am not comfortable with it!" She sits up, pointing at Richard. "That's enough, dad. Tom and I are together, we are very happy together, and I expect you to at least be polite!" Hermione lets out a huff, glaring at her father.

Helen laughs sharply, covering her mouth, before shrugging when the others looked at her. "You're so like your father."

Tom lets out a soft snort as well before Hermione elbows him. "Ow." He smirks down at her, squeezing her thigh a bit harder in retaliation.

Finally, Richard lets out a hard breath, sinking back into the booth. "Fine, yes, you're correct, Hermione. And I apologize." He looks to Tom then. "To both of you."

Tom nods. "I apologize as well." He glances down at Hermione when she sighs and leans her head against his shoulder with a smile. She murmurs lowly, just loud enough for him to hear, "Thank you."

*.*.*.*

The rest of the dinner goes excellently, everyone relaxing and chatting for the rest of the meal and an additional bottle of wine afterward.

After they leave the restaurant, Tom escorts them back to the hotel and up to their room. Hermione smiles at him, pushing up on her toes to kiss his cheek before slipping into her room and gathering the last of her things into her overnight bag. Walking to the other suite, she drops her bag into one of the chairs before throwing her arms around her mother, hugging her tightly with a deep sigh.

"Everything I said yesterday is still true, love. And he's just gorgeous, isn't he?" Helen giggles into her daughter's ear, grinning when she lets out a soft groan.

"I love you, mummy. And yes, I rather think so as well." Hermione kisses her mum's cheek before stepping back just enough to look up at her. Helen winks before pushing her over to where her father and Tom are standing together awkwardly.

Hermione chuckles and walks over to her father, biting her lip as she looks up to him. "Dad?"

Richard relaxes, looking down at her, before reaching out and pulling her into his arms with a sigh. "Yes, love?"

"I love you." She smiles, resting her head on his shoulder and hugging him tightly, her eyes glancing over to Tom and smiling even wider. Tom smiles back, winking quickly before turning to Helen as she walks over and hugs him, pressing her cheek to his. His eyes widen at something that she whispers into his ear, and he nods solemnly, before returning Helen's hug.

"I love you too, my girl. No matter what." Richard presses his lips to Hermione's temple, hugging her close before letting her step back. He watches her move over to Tom's side, her arm slipping around his waist and his hand settling on her lower back.

Helen smiles, kissing Tom then Hermione's cheek, extracting a promise from Hermione to call her tomorrow, before exclaiming at the time and slipping into the bathroom to prepare for bed.

Richard sighs and walks over, holding out a hand to Tom. "It was nice to meet you, Tom. Take care of my daughter, or I'll hunt you down and feed the pieces to wild animals."

"DAD!" Hermione cries out, swatting his arm, while Tom merely squeezes her hip and nods, taking Richard's hand in a firm shake with his other hand.

"I'll hold you to that, sir. If I ever hurt her, please feel free to do that." His face is serious when Richard looks back at him for a long moment and then nods and squeezes Tom's hand firmly.

"Better get going, before it gets too late. Give your mum a call tomorrow, love, or I'll never hear the end of it." Richard smiles, walking the couple to the door. Tom grabs Hermione's overnight bag with a smile in her direction before walking her to the door, his hand taking hers and lacing their fingers together.

"Goodnight, dad. I'll talk with you tomorrow." She tugs Tom through the door and they walk towards the elevator. No sooner does the door shut behind them than she finds herself pinned to the wall, his mouth on her neck and his tongue tracing along the tendons, one hand hooking under her arse to pull her against him. "Oh!"

"I didn't think we'd ever get away," he mumbles against her skin, kissing and licking her, smirking with each breathy moan and sigh that slips from between her lips.

"I know; God, it was such a long night!" She whines softly when he grinds his hardening cock against her center. "No teasing, please! My skin is so tight, I think I'll explode!"

Tom chuckles softly, pulling back enough to press his mouth to her forehead and settle her flat on her feet just as the elevator settles into place on the ground floor. "Come on, love. Let's go back to my flat and celebrate."

Hermione shudders at his dark tone, sighing as he slides his fingers along her arm to loop his arm around her waist. He leads the way, smirking as he helps her out and down the sidewalk to where his car is parked near the Three Broomsticks. He opens the door, helping her in, before walking to his side to drop her bag into the back seat and get into his own. Seat belts snapped into place, they drive off to his flat across town.

After parking and helping her from the car, Tom leads her into the flat. Locking the door behind them, he turns and scoops her up into his arms, grinning at her surprised yelp before he heads up the stairs and to their bedroom. He tosses her onto the bed, dropping her bag to the floor before crawling on top of her.

Hermione barks out a laugh, then moans loudly when he settles on top of her, his mouth attached to her neck, sucking, nibbling, and stroking his lips against her skin.

Tom pulls back just enough to tug his shirt off, then slides down between her legs. He pushes her skirt up around her waist, groaning at the sight of her lacy red knickers. He tugs them down her legs quickly, tossing them to the side negligently before he pins her legs to the bed and swipes his tongue up along her slit with the flat of his tongue.

The sensation makes Hermione arch off of the bed and scream as he rubs his tongue hard against her clit. Her legs shake, attempting to clutch around Tom's head, but his hands keep her pinned to the bed as he continues to stroke his tongue along her slit.

Dipping it in to draw out some of her juices, lapping before he slides up to wrap his lips around her clit and to suck hard as he slides two fingers deep into her. Curling his fingers gently as he drags his tongue along her swollen nub causes her to shudder, throwing her hands over her head to grasp at the headboard with a cry. "Oh, God! Tom!"

He chuckles, the vibrations causing a new sensation to flood her core, her hips twisting as she lets out a whine. Swirling his tongue around her clit, he sucks hard and slowly draws his head back, flicking it sharply with his tongue just as it pops from his mouth.

Hermione gasps, trembling in his grip as a fine sweat breaks out across her forehead. His movements are slowly driving her higher and higher, keeping her just away from tipping over that plateau.

Crying out as he latches his mouth onto her cunt again, tonguing her slowly and leisurely, she groans, one hand sliding down to twist in his hair, holding onto him tightly. "Please, please, oh please, sir, let me come! It hurts!"

Tom's eyes flick up to her face and he grins at the hard look of despairing pleasure on her face as she looks back down at him with hazy eyes, pupils blown huge. She shudders and whispers to him, their eyes locked. "Please, sir."

He growls against her before latching onto her clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the swollen nub, adding the occasional extra suction that he knows will throw her over the edge in no time.

After just a few hard sucks, Hermione screams as she falls over the edge, her hands clawing at the pillows and headboard. Only Tom's hands wrapped around her thighs keeps her from knocking him silly with the power of her orgasm as she writhes beneath him.

Tom slowly strokes his tongue along her a few more times, gently working her down, before he crawls up her body. He wipes his mouth with his hand before cupping her breast with it, leaning in to kiss her softly. "Such a beautiful girl, sweet. That was perfect."

"Thank you, sir." Hermione lets out a pitiful-sounding moan as she limply curls her arm around his neck, pulling him down against her. She sighs against his throat at his weight settling against her. One hand strokes along her flank, from breast to thigh and back. His hard cock presses into her hip until she stirs and pushes against him.

He slides a hand between her thighs and gently drags his fingertips along her cunt, smirking against her hair when she shudders and lets out a soft whine. Chuckling, he pushes up onto his elbows to peer down into her face. "Would you like to try something new tonight?"

Hermione blinks up at him, nibbling at her lower lip before nodding. "Yes. I trust you."

Tom grins and leans in, kissing her hard and furiously, his tongue stroking along hers as he cups and thumbs her nipple. After a long moment, he pulls away with a smirk. "Stay right here."

He slides off of the bed and pads, unabashedly nude and erection flushed pink against his stomach, to the side table. He pulls out a small box and bottle before walking back over to the bed and crawling between her legs. "I told you we'd try this out, and this is a good start." Tom opens the box and turns it to Hermione, smirking when her eyes widen at the sight of the jeweled anal plug. Her eyes flicker up to his then back to the blue jewel sparkling in the low bedroom light. "It's small; we'll work it in gently and leave it in for a while. If it's something you don't care for at all, we'll discuss it further later tonight or in the morning."

Hermione lets out a deep breath, licking her lips before nodding. "Ok. Yes, sir."

"Perfect girl." Tom smirks down at her, curling his fingers around her ankle to tug her closer. He sets the plug to the side and squeezes some lube on his fingers. "Knees up, spread your legs, love."

Following his directions, she shivers a little when he strokes the cold liquid against her bud, fingers stroking and slowly working her loose, occasionally stroking his tongue against her clit. After a few moments, and once Hermione is moaning softly, he grabs the plug and covers it with more lube, before pushing it against her dark hole. "Breathe out and relax, sweet."

It only takes a moment before it's settled in and she grimaces, wiggling her hips a little. "That's… different."

Tom chuckles, looking up at her from between her legs as he crawls up her body to kiss her again. He wraps his arms around her and rolls over onto his back, pulling her on top with the movement.

Hermione sighs softly and rocks her hips down against his, grinding her pussy onto his cock, sliding along his length.

Wrapping his hands around her waist, he hauls her up just enough to line his cock up with her entrance, shifting his hips to push through as he pulls her down just enough to slip into her. Hermione lets out a moan from the back of her throat, her head tilting back as she grasps his knees. Tom drops her along his length slowly, his hands gripping and controlling the pace despite her squirming.

Eventually, he settles her completely against him, grinning up at her as he tugs her hands down to settle against his chest. "How's that, love?"

She whimpers softly, "So good. I feel so full."

"Good girl. Here, brace your hands here." Tom tugs her hands to brace against his chest before letting his arms fall to the bed. "There you go. Ride me, sweet."

Hermione shudders, leaning forward to slowly raise her hips from his, whining softly as his cock slides from her, rubbing against the anal plug through the thin sensitive skin. When she pushes her hips back down, she cries out, her head hanging down and covering Tom's face with her riotous curls.

Shoving her hair aside, he growls, his hands sliding along her stomach to cup her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples as she steadily increases the pace until she's throwing herself back onto his cock. Each time she hits back against his hips, she cries out at the multiple sensations flooding her core, winding into a tight ball.

Tom tilts his head back, gritting his teeth as he lets out a hard groan. He sits up suddenly, throwing his arms around her and rolling them over so he's hovering over her. She lets out a startled yelp, then slaps his shoulder, crying out. "No! I was so close!"

He huffs a laugh as he arches a brow at her. "Exactly, sweet. You're not done yet." Tom twists, reaching back behind her and manipulates the plug until her eyes widen, pupils dilating until her warm brown irises are reduced to mere rings.

Pulling back and thrusting into her again, he pauses, adjusting her hips and then laces their fingers together, bracing them over her head as he thrusts again, the new angle grinding his pelvis into her clit.

Hermione cries out, her hips arching as her thighs tighten against his hips. "Oh, God, no, please! May I come?"

Thrusting again, slowly at first but with a building intensity, he leans down over her, growling against her damp hair. "No, sweet, you may not. Only when I say you can, only when you can't hold it back any longer." He grunts with each thrust, his cock sliding deep and fast, moaning as her plush lips cling to his flesh with each push and slide.

He leans down, nipping at the curve of her breast as they move together, her nails biting into the back of his hands as she sobs her pleasure out loud. The effort to hold back her orgasm as Tom continues to plunder her body leaves Hermione shaking and sweating, almost incoherent with pleasure.

Finally, finally, Tom shudders and presses his mouth to her breast, moaning into her damp skin as he feels his approaching climax. "Here; come for me, sweet. I need you to come for me now!"

She can only cry out, whining deep in her throat, until his fingers work between their moving bodies, sweeping and circling her clit only a few times before her orgasm crashes through her body.

Muscles clenching and bunching, locking down like a trap around his cock and almost pulling him further into her depths, Hermione shakes and cries under him, insensate to his own orgasm, come filling her as Tom shouts her name.

It takes long moments of near silence, bodies pressed tightly together and the only sound their panting breaths, before Tom carefully rolls onto the bed, tugging her close so that she's lying on his arm, and their calves touch, but there is enough space between them to relax and breathe and cool off.

Hermione turns her head slowly to peer up at Tom with sated, hazy eyes, a soft smile playing around her mouth. He tilts his head down to return her gaze, his own smirk pulling up one corner of his lips. "That was bloody fantastic."

He laughs sharply, startled at her words before he turns over just enough to press his lips to hers, a brief buss before he settles back down beside her. "It was, wasn't it?" He chuckles as she lazily swats his side and settles in against him with a deep, contented sigh. Tom can only echo it as he tugs the light cotton blanket at the foot of their bed up and over their nude bodies.

There is plenty of time for a nap. They have the rest of their lives, and he has many more plans for the rest of their first night together with no distractions, starting with the fresh coil of black linen rope in his bedside table.