"I'm not sleeping with you, Riddle," she blurted, watching him as he approached a comfy looking chair and sank on it. "I never asked you to," he said blankly. "Then what do you want?" At that, he smirked, and his legs spread a little wider, he motioned with his hands to himself, an evil smile ghosting across his lips, "A lap dance, darling." Tom/Hermione. Adult and dark themes.