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AN: Warning, SMUT in this chapter! I am over the moon that you guys are enjoying this...as the story goes you will get bits and pieces of what is going on behind the scenes and how everything is connected. I know you probably all have questions about certain things, but trust that as the story goes, you'll get answers...they just won't be immediate, or all explained at once ;) Leave me a review!

Tom was sitting behind a writing desk, wearing a pair of wire rimmed reading glasses when he suddenly looked up from the parchment he had been grading to see her leaning against his door.

He set his quill down, and removed his glasses before running a hand through his hair. Truthfully, he hadn't thought she'd actually take him up on his offer. He motioned for her to come in, and he watched in amusement as she slowly approached his desk. He could tell she was nervous by the way she was fidgeting and biting her lip.

"I didn't think you'd come." He said finally as his gaze raked over her form. Thankfully, she was not wearing her student uniform as she had been earlier, but dressed casually in low-rise muggle jeans and a fitted pink tee shirt.

"I didn't think I would either." She answered honestly, and her eyes widened slightly as she realized her dilemma; she was still under the influence of the veritaserum.

Oh shit.

His eyebrows rose at her candid response, and his lips twitched in amusement. "You truly are a Gryffindor." He said chuckling as she attempted to bit back a smile, "Would you like something to drink?" he offered

"As long as it's not fire whiskey." She said pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Oh? Tried it then, have you?" he asked looking down at her as she blushed

"Yes, the last time being about forty-five minutes ago." She answered automatically and cursed Ginny silently under her breath.

He chuckled again, "I see. You're not drunk, are you?" he asked suspiciously as he grasped her chin and tilted her face so that she would look up at him.

"Not exactly." She hedged, which only seemed to make him more suspicious.

"Your pupils are dilated." He said as he looked into her eyes, and took in her flushed expression.

"Yes. It's because I'm aroused." She blurted and smacked a hand over her face in embarrassment.

Tom bit back a grin, as he finally understood what was wrong with her.

"Who gave you veritaserum, Hermione?" he asked pointedly, knowing she would have to tell him the truth.

"Ginny. We were playing Truth or Dare, and I knew she wanted to ask me something about you, so I chose dare thinking it was the safer option. Instead she dared me to drink the veritaserum and answer her question."

Once again Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had to hand it to Miss Weasley, that was a tactic worthy of a Slytherin, though her interest in their association could become problematic.

"Does she suspect anything?"

"No, though I should tell you that all of Gryffindor tower now knows that I want you to bend me over your desk. Bloody Hell. I didn't mean to say that."

Tom snorted. He'd have to remember to thank Miss Weasley one day.

"Oh? And what else would you like me to do to you, Hermione?" he asked in a silky voice as he slid her in front of him so that she was sandwiched between him and his desk.

Her heart was pounding again, and her gaze fell on his fingers that were currently stroking small circles on her hips, and she licked her suddenly dry lips.

"I want you to touch me…there." She answered in a voice that sounded much too husky to be her own.

He stood from his chair, still grasping her hips as he pulled her against his body, his lips crashing into hers hungrily. Her arms wound around his neck of their own accord as she kissed him back eagerly, her fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck. She was so consumed by the kiss that she had barely registered the button of her jeans being flicked open, but she moaned into his mouth when she felt his hand slip beneath the waistband of her sensible cotton knickers, seeking out the place she most wanted him to touch.

"Like this?" he muttered into her mouth as his middle finger traced her slit and she bucked against his hand.

"Gods yes!" she panted as he continued his exploration, slipping first one and then a second finger inside of her as he circled her clit with his thumb. She rocked herself against his hand while they kissed, as he continued pumping his fingers into her until he could feel her inner walls beginning to contract.

Her orgasm crashed over her so suddenly, that she cried out, grasping fistfuls of his shirt as she clung to him desperately, sobbing into his neck.

It wasn't that she regretted it, but her desire for him was so overwhelming that it frightened her how easily she had given in.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked her, concern etched on his face as he brushed a tear from her cheek.

Unable to speak, she shook her head that no, he hadn't. She knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him, but she was nervous; she had never done anything like this before with anyone.

"I'm…I haven't ever…" she stammered, blushing once again

"You're still a virgin?" he asked, and she nodded in confirmation, afraid to hear what he would say.

"And you thought I'd be upset about that?"

Biting her lip, she nodded again, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

He chuckled, sitting back in the chair, and pulling her into his lap so that she was straddling him.

"No offense, Hermione, but I had already worked that one out for myself."

She raised an eyebrow at him, not sure If she should feel relieved that he wasn't angry or offended by his assumption.

"Though we do need to discuss a few things before this goes any further."

She felt her stomach do a backflip at his words. She couldn't believe they were sitting here discussing his potential taking of her virginity as if it were a homework assignment.

"First, you need to start taking the potion. This is non-negotiable. I will not touch you again until you do. If you're not comfortable requesting it from the hospital wing, I will brew it for you myself. Second, I will never touch you in public, and you must continue to treat me as you would any other professor, is that understood?" he asked as he brushed her cheek with his knuckles.

"Yes, Professor." She answered automatically.

"Tom" he corrected, "Behind closed doors you are free to use my given name." he smirked at her and she blushed.

"So…this is purely a physical relationship then." She said, feeling her heart sink.

"Hermione, you know that I cannot be romantically linked to one of my students." He answered flatly

"I know, of course… it's just…eventually, I thought…" she let out a shuddering breath. She would not cry. She would not cry…

"Let's not focus on that now." He said as he wiped the tear that had escaped down her cheek.

"I've managed to make you cry twice in what has it been, not even thirty minutes? Clearly, I'm not very good at this." He frowned, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Clearly not." She agreed, giving him a small smile, which he couldn't help but return. As the silence stretched between them, she desperately wanted to kiss him again, but she wasn't sure if that was allowed since he'd said he wouldn't touch her again until she was on the potion.

"Can I?" she asked quietly, as she reached toward his face hesitantly, and he nodded, lowering his face to hers, letting her set the pace. She kissed him slowly, taking the time to memorize the feel of his lips against hers, and before long, she felt her desire being stoked once more. As the kiss became more heated, he reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, "You haven't taken the potion yet."

Dammit.

"I think you should probably go." He muttered, though his hands had slipped down to her hips once again, and were grasping her tightly.

"Why?" she asked brushing her lips against his once more.

"Because if you don't, I'm going to fuck you on top of this desk, potion or no." he admitted biting his lip. She could feel how hard he was from the way she was straddling him, and could see that he was barely holding on to his restraint; and as much as she wanted him, she knew he was right. She kissed him one last time and stood up off of him, and made her way to the door.

"Goodnight, Tom."

oOo0oOo

September 15, 1997, 11:37pm

I let him touch me…and oh god, I didn't want him to stop! I can't believe I am even considering this; it's completely mental. He's my Professor, and once we completely cross that line, well, there's no going back. Truthfully, we've been toeing the line practically since we met, but I never imagined this would actually be a possibility. When I went to him tonight, I wasn't sure what I was expecting. He wants a physical relationship, and god I want that too, but will it be enough? I know almost nothing about him…

Hermione closed her journal and slipped it back into her bedside drawer and warded it. She had a feeling she would be writing in it a lot more often, since she was forbidden to speak of her relationship with Tom to anyone.

As she lay in her bed, she closed her eyes and recalled how Tom had made her come with his fingers just like he had in her dream, and she felt a throb of desire between her legs at the thought. Biting her lip, she slipped her hand down beneath the sheets and tried to bring herself some relief. The memory of his fingers was enough to send her over the edge once more, and as she lay there panting, trying to catch her breath, she vowed to make a stop at the hospital wing in the morning.

oOo0oOo

"Are you still mad at me?" Ginny asked pushing the plate of bacon towards Hermione.

She thought about saying yes, but when she remembered how her candid admission, thanks to Ginny, had led to Tom giving her an orgasm, she smiled to herself and shook her head.

Ginny let out a relieved breath, "I am sorry. I honestly had no idea you were going to blurt out something like that in front of everyone. I wouldn't blame you if you were still pissed."

"Ginny, it's fine. Besides, I can think of a few ways to get back at you, if I really wanted to." Hermione smirked and bit into a slice of bacon, and pointedly flicked her gaze to Harry sitting oblivious across the table.

Ginny's eyes widened in understanding, and she wisely shut her mouth and focused on her food.

"Are you coming to watch the match this morning?" Harry asked, grabbing a slice of bacon and a piece of toast off the breakfast tray.

"Actually, I can't, I need to swing by the hospital wing." Hermione answered nonplussed.

Harry furrowed his brows in confusion, "Why, are you sick or something?"

Hermione did her best to keep a straight face as she said, "Actually, if brewed improperly, Veritaserum can have some pretty nasty side effects."

Ginny paled beside her and set down her fork, "Oh god, I said I was sorry! If anything happens to you because of me…" Ginny said bringing her hand to her mouth.

Let her stew for a bit, Hermione thought, and let out a dramatic sigh.

"I haven't any symptoms yet, but it's still too early to tell. The only thing I can do is have Madam Pomfrey do a full work up, and then we'll just have to wait and see." Hermione said with a tone of resignation, and picked up her tea.

Ginny looked like she was about to be sick. Good.

As she finished her breakfast, her eyes swept over the staff table, and she felt a mild stab of disappointment to see that Tom wasn't there.

With a promise to meet up with them in Hogsmeade after the match, she left the great hall and headed towards the hospital wing.

Thankfully, when she arrived, there was no one else there, and she made her way over to Madam Pomfrey's office.

"Hermione! What can I help you with, aren't you feeling well my dear girl?" Madame Pomfrey asked with concern as she stood from her desk and made her way over to Hermione, gesturing for her to sit on one of the beds.

"Actually, Madame, I wanted to talk to you about a rather delicate matter." Hermione hedged, blushing clear to the roots of her hair.

Madame Pomfrey raised her eyebrows is surprise and quickly cast a silencing charm around the perimeter of the bed.

"My dear, you aren't…pregnant, are you?" she asked clutching the front of her robes. The day the illustrious Head Girl, the brightest witch of her age, got knocked up was a sad day indeed.

Hermione gaped at her, "No! No…nothing like that." She held up her hands in assurance.

The matron gave a sigh of relief, and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder, "Thank goodness. You know, I've seen so many bright girls throw away their future for a moment of weakness. And to think, all could have been avoided by simply taking a conception potion." She tutted.

Hermione cleared her throat awkwardly and bit her lip before she muttered, "That's…that's why I'm here."

Madame Pomfrey once again looked at her in surprise.

Jesus, was she that much of a lost cause that the mere thought of her having sex was so shocking?

"Of course, dear, you are of age after all, and I'm glad you're taking the proper precautions. Now, I suppose Mister Potter and Mister Weasley are taking the proper precautions as well?

What?!

Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion, "I wouldn't know. They don't discuss those sorts of things with me." Hermione snapped waspishly. Was this woman really insinuating that she was sleeping with her two best friends at the same time?

"Of course not." Madame Pomfrey said awkwardly having the grace to look embarrassed, "Either way, I must examine you before giving you the potion."

This was the part she had been dreading. She knew it wouldn't be nearly as awkward as going to see a muggle Gynecologist, but she still had to be scanned.

The matron asked her to remove her clothes behind the partition, and put on the standard hospital gown. Once she was decent, Hermione lay down on the cot as the matron stood over her muttering a spell as she moved her wand from her head down to her feet. If anything abnormal was detected, the tip of her wand would glow red. Thankfully, the wand tip remained green, and she was given the all clear to get dressed.

Once she was dressed, she followed the matron into her office. As she took a seat in the chair, Madame Pomfrey handed her three small vials and a maxi-pad.

"The pink one is a cycle adjusting potion; when you take it, it will automatically induce your period so that you will be at the first day of your cycle. The blue is the contraception potion; it needs to be taken on day 1 of your cycle each month. I will give you a six month supply today, however you must be sure to see me again before you run out."

"And the green?" Hermione prompted looking at the vial of thick green liquid that she didn't recognize sitting on the desk in front of her.

"Ah, that one is optional; it will essentially cease the flow of your period by absorbing your menstrual blood internally, for one cycle. I always offer it just in case." The matron said with a wink.

Hermione picked up the first vial and swallowed it, instantly feeling her abdomen tightening, signaling the beginning of cramps. When she placed her hand over her stomach, Madame Pomfrey held out an easily recognizable pain relief potion with a small smile, "Here, this should help."

She quickly drank it, feeling the muscles instantly begin to relax once more. God she loved magic.

Next, she drank the blue vial of contraception potion, which other than tasting like berries, felt like it did absolutely nothing. She was about to reach for the Maxi-pad when Madame Pomfrey held out the green vial instead and took it gratefully. At least now she wouldn't have to deal with her period. Sure, she'd still be extra bitchy, hungry, and maybe get a zit or two, but she certainly wasn't complaining.

"Come back in six months for a re-supply, and do not forget to take it on the first day of your cycle each month!" Madame Pomfrey admonished as she handed Hermione five small blue vials and ushered her out the door.

As she made her way back to the Head's Quarters, she thought about how painless the visit had ultimately been…well, if she didn't count the awkward assumption that she was getting tag-teamed by her two best friends…

When she was safely ensconced within the privacy of her room, she sat at her desk and removed a small piece of parchment and a quill, thinking about how she could let Tom know she'd taken the potion without saying too much, in the event her note was intercepted.

Professor,

Thank you for your assistance with gathering the needed potions ingredients. I spoke with Madame Pomfrey this morning, and she has assured me that she has everything she needs.

~Hermione

There. If anyone happened to see it, it appeared strictly professional, but she knew he would understand her meaning. She tucked the note in her pocket as she headed out the door and over to the owlry, before heading to Hogsmeade to meet up with her friends.