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AN: SMUT warning in this chapter. Horny Hermione. Porn star Tom. Again, I think this goes without saying, this is a crackalicious AU (non-magic). Not for the faint of heart. Thank you to all of you who took the time to review Chapter 1: Janed12000, Franchessybee, Beestung2025, Morethanbooks, NicoruNS, PinkSlytherin, and a Guest! Much love! xo
When Hermione woke the next morning, she took an extra-long shower, before pulling on a pair of jeans a charcoal sweater, and a pair of brown riding boots. She wanted to look nice, without it looking like she made any sort of an effort to do so, rather like he did. She wasn't fooled into thinking he woke up looking that perfect, though grudgingly, she admitted, it was probably pretty close.
It was now ten fifty-nine, and Hermione was pacing in her room like a caged tiger. What if he stood her up? She hated feeling anxious, and the fact that it was him that made her feel this way was just one more reason to remember that she despised Tom Riddle.
Just as she managed to convince herself that he wasn't coming, there was a loud knock on her door, and she jumped in surprise, knocking over a stack of books on her desk. She berated herself for allowing him to get to her like this, she was Hermione Granger, damn it, not one of his simpering fan girls. She took a deep calming breath and plastered a pleasant smile on her face as she moved to open the door. As she yanked it open, he was leaning against the doorframe casually, looking utterly relaxed, the bastard. Hermione had never seen him dressed in anything other than the standard Hogwart's uniform, since she really only ever ran into him in class and during mealtimes. She practically drooled as her eyes traveled over his form; he was wearing dark jeans, a black tee shirt and a black wool pea coat, looking once again, utterly perfect.
"Hey" he greeted her, giving her a shy smile, once again showing off his ridiculous dimples.
"I was beginning to think you changed your mind." Hermione said coolly, doing her best to look aloof, as if she could have cared either way.
"Are you having second thoughts, then?" he asked raising an eyebrow at her in challenge.
"Of course not, are you?" she shot back taking a step towards him.
"I wouldn't be standing here if I was." He said smirking at her, and she mentally slapped herself for having such a lame retort.
"Shall we go then?" he asked, offering his arm for her to take.
Hermione hesitated, looking from his proffered arm back up to his face before she finally looped her arm through his, and fell in step beside him.
It was cold this time of year, and she was thankful that she remembered to grab her scarf and mittens before leaving the castle. They had walked in silence, while snow flakes swirled lazily from the sky around them as they made the trek down the well-traveled path to the nearby village of Hogsmeade, but the questions were starting to swirl in her mind as she periodically glanced in his direction, until she could no longer contain them, and they burst from her lips like verbal vomit.
"So why wait until seventh year to transfer to Hogwart's?" she asked, turning her face to look at him.
A frown formed on Tom's lips for a fraction of a second before he it was gone, "I went to live with my father over the summer, and it opened up an opportunity to transfer. The education at Hogwarts, in my opinion, has always been superior to Durmstrang. He saw sense in that decision." Tom said stiffly, as if he'd rather not discuss it.
"What happened to your mum then?" Hermine asked, and then belatedly realized how rude it sounded.
He glanced at her, the corner of his lips turning up into a smirk, "Are you always this nosy?" he asked causing Hermione to blush.
"Sorry, it's none of my business-" she began.
"She's dead." Tom interjected.
"Oh…I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
He waved off her apology, "It's fine. It was a long time ago." Tom said, as an awkward silence once again fell between them.
Hermione nodded, seeing the shops of Hogsmeade coming into view, "Maybe we should get a drink to warm up first?" Hermione asked questioningly, and Tom nodded, leading her towards a quaint little pub called The Three Broomsticks.
As he opened the door for her, his hand fell on the small of her back ushering her inside, and she shivered. She could practically feel the electricity flowing from his long fingers through all of her layers of clothes going directly into her skin, and it took all of her will power not to turn around and pounce on him. As she made her way to the back looking for a booth, she heard someone shout her name.
"Oi! Moine! Over here!" She looked over, and saw Ginny, Harry, and Ron waving her over.
For a moment, she felt her stomach do a little flip flop. She hadn't said anything to her friends about her date with Tom, and hoped to god it wouldn't be as awkward as she knew it probably would be.
"Are those your friends?" He asked nodding towards the trio sitting at the table.
"Yeah…um, I'll introduce you." She said walking over to the table with Tom following close behind.
As they approached, all conversation died as their eyes travelled past Hermione to the tall form of Tom Riddle standing directly behind her.
"Mind if we join you?" she said biting her lip nervously.
Harry was smirking at her knowingly as he caught her eye, "Of course not, the more the merrier, isn't that right, Ron?"
The tips of Ron's ears were pink. Hermione knew that Ron had had an on again/off again crush on her for the last seven years, but had never once made a move to ask her out.
"Sure, fantastic." Ron said sarcastically, grabbing his butter beer and taking a large gulp.
"Oh, everyone, this is Tom, Tom, this is Ron and Ginny Weasley, and-" Hermione began before Tom's hand shot out towards Harry.
"Harry Potter, yes I know. I'm in your Ancient Languages class." Tom said as he shook Harry's hand.
"Yeah, what was that obscure language you did that essay on again? It was really interesting." Harry asked.
"Parseltongue. It's only spoken by a few ancient tribes in South America now, though I'm actually becoming quite fluent." Tom answered with a smug grin.
Hermione mumbled under her breath just loud enough for Tom to hear, "of course you are." And squeaked in surprise when his hand landed on her thigh under the table.
Rosemerta, the pub's owner, came by a minute later carrying a tray full of butter beer, since that was pub's specialty drink, and placed two in front of Tom and Hermione before disappearing in the crowd.
Ginny had been oddly quiet, looking back and forth between Tom and Hermione, until she finally spoke up, "So Tom, tell me, how was it that you managed to get Hermione to come?"
Hermione snorted into her drink, trying to cover it with a cough, and Tom's lips curved into a wicked smile as he glanced from Hermione to Ginny.
"I happened upon her in the library last night. I find I can be quite persuasive." Tom said silkily, and Hermione felt a blush rise to her cheeks.
"Yes, well, what Tom's neglecting to mention is that last night, I also give him quite the tongue lashing." Hermione said with a triumphant smirk when Tom choked on his butter beer.
"Oh? And why is that? " Ginny asked raising an eyebrow in Hermione's direction.
"She's just afraid of a little healthy competition." Tom chuckled as the hand that rested on her thigh slipped between her legs, his fingers running along the seam of her jeans.
Hermione gasped, and she hoped it sounded more like outrage at his comment that an almost moan.
Not to be outdone, she slipped her hand beneath the table and raked her nails over the crotch of his jeans, and met his gaze evenly, "Oh, is that what we're calling it now? I prefer the term Guerilla Warfare." Hermione said with a smirk.
"So is this a date, then?" Ron suddenly blurted out, causing everyone's focus to shift back to Tom and Hermione.
"No" Hermione said dismissively
"Yes" Tom answered smirking.
Both Tom and Hermione answered at the same time, and Hermione turned sharply to glare at Tom.
Ginny chuckled, "Clearly you two have a lot to talk about. We were just about ready to leave anyway, so we'll see you back at Hogwart's?" She said pulling Ron and Harry out of the booth with her.
"Yeah, um…I guess I'll see you later." Hermione said feeling a bit more nervous now that she was being left alone with Tom again.
As soon as they were gone, Hermione put some space between them and slid to the opposite side of the table.
"I didn't agree that this was a date." Hermione snapped waspishly
Tom gave her a naughty grin
Damn, there was that dimple again.
"So what you are saying is, that you prefer this to just be a fling then?" he said raising his perfectly sculpted eye brow at her knowingly while gesturing between them.
Hermione sighed in frustration, "Yes…no…I don't know. I mean, I don't even like you." She blurted out and he laughed loudly.
"Well, that certainly didn't seem to be the case last night." He said giving her another smug grin.
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Fuck you."
"With pleasure." He grinned and winked at her, finishing his drink.
Hermione scoffed, "You're impossible." She stood, not waiting to see if he was following her, and headed towards the door.
Tom had to bite back a smirk and threw a few bills down on the table to pay for their drinks, and followed her out.
The snow was coming down harder now, making it difficult to see.
"We should probably head back, this storm is a lot worse than they predicted."
She huffed, still annoyed, but grudgingly agreed, and followed him down the path. They weren't even halfway back when the wind began to blow so strongly that it was impossible to see which way to go. Thankfully, they had made it as far as the "shrieking shack" which was really just an old abandoned house that the students liked to say was 'haunted'.
Thinking quickly, Tom grabbed Hermione by the arm, and led her through the over gown path to the door of the shack, and bent towards her to shout over the howling wind
"Do you have a hair pin?"
Hermione looked puzzled, but pulled the bobby pin out of her hair that she had used to keep it out of her face, "What for?" she asked as she handed it over doing her best to keep her teeth from chattering out of her skull.
Her question was answered when he expertly bent the pin, and shoved it into the lock, twisting it a few times until it clicked. He opened the door quickly, and pushed her inside, and then closed it behind them.
"What are we doing in here?" she asked, still shivering from the cold.
"Not freezing to death. I should think that would have been obvious." He said flatly as he began walking through the house over to a fireplace. The house had obviously been empty for a very long time, but whoever had lived here before had left all their furniture behind. It was tattered and worn and coated with a healthy layer of dust, but Tom noticed that quite a few pieces were made out of wood.
"We'll still freeze to death in here, there's no heat." Hermione said stating the obvious, her teeth still chattering.
"Not if we make a fire." Tom said grabbing a wooden chair and smashing it down on its side to break it into pieces. Hermione squeaked and jumped out of the way, and watched in awe as he methodically broke apart the chair and placed the pieces of wood into a strategic formation in the grate. She looked around and made herself useful, grabbing a stack of old forgotten newspapers and handing them to Tom. He balled up the newspaper and shoved it into the center of the teepee-like formation he had made with the wood. Thankfully, there was a matchbox on top of the mantle that still had a few matches in it, so they wouldn't need to resort to more primitive methods of creating fire.
She sighed in relief as the flames grew in the fireplace, and she pulled off her wet gloves and stepped closer to warm her hands.
"Your clothes are wet." Tom said as more of a statement than a question.
"So are yours." Hermione said looking at him waiting for him to get to the point.
"You should take them off, you'll only get hypothermia faster if you don't." He said as he pulled off his pea coat and hung it on an old coat rack before pulling off his shirt.
Hermione gaped at him as he removed his clothes without batting an eyelash, stripping down to his dark grey boxer briefs.
Even his ass was perfect, she mused, and began to shrug off her scarf and sweater, kicking off her wet boots and socks. He was sitting on the floor in front of the fire now, one leg stretched out in front of him while the other was slightly bent at an angle as he leaned back on his hands watching her closely.
"Enjoying the show?" she huffed in annoyance and glared at him over her shoulder as she peeled her wet jeans off, leaving her standing in front of him in only her bra and knickers.
"Quite." He said as the smirk formed on his face.
She stood awkwardly, shivering from the cold, and trying to cover herself as best he could with her arms.
"Come here." He said with his dark eyes trained on hers
Was it just her imagination, or did his voice sound a lot huskier just now?
She took a few steps towards him and he gestured for her to sit down beside him. She sat, leaning into him for warmth, and she turned her face to look up at him. He was smirking again.
"Why are you giving me that look?" she snapped.
"What look?" he asked innocently, giving her the doe eyes for added effect.
"Oh cut the shit. You were just giving me a look." Hermione poked her finger in his chest, not buying his innocent act for a second.
Tom laughed, "It's funny how hard you are trying to convince yourself that you're not attracted to me. Why can't you just admit it? It'll be a lot more pleasurable for both of us if you do…." He said brushing his lips against the shell of her ear.
Hermione shuddered, "Funny, since you seem to be the one who can't keep your hands to yourself." She retorted, though it lacked its usual bite since his lips were currently making it hard to concentrate.
"Why should I keep them to myself, since I can recall exactly just how much you enjoyed my hands last night."
At his words, the memory of how he'd made her come on the library table popped into her mind, and she actually moaned.
She grasped his hair and pulled his head back so she could look at him.
"Yes?" he asked smirking up at her
"I swear to God Riddle, if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to kill you." She said just before her lips crashed into his, pulling him down with her onto the threadbare carpet. He groaned and the sound was like a beacon straight to her crotch.
She pulled on his lip with her teeth, feeling him settle between her thighs, the fabric of his boxer briefs and her thin cotton knickers the only thing separating them. He rolled his hips forward against her, and her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his cock rub against her center.
"Please tell me you have a condom this time." Hermione breathed against his neck, rocking her hips up to meet his as he moved against her.
He leaned back from her biting his lip in a way that instantly made her wet, as he grabbed his jeans and pulled out a condom, setting it down beside them.
"There's something I want to do first." He said kneeling in front of her and looping his thumbs through the elastic of her knickers, pulling them down over her hips and sliding them off her legs.
Hermione bit her lip, not quite sure what he was planning to do, but as long as it involved making her come, she was fine with it.
His hands slid up her thighs, and pushed them open, as he leaned down and ran his tongue along her slit.
She gasped in surprise as her back arched up off the floor, his hands holding her hips in place as he flicked his tongue over her clit. She moaned and reached down to tangle her fingers in her hair.
She wanted to remember this moment, savor it, frame it in her memory somehow; Tom Riddle had his perfectly perfect face buried in her crotch. And it was glorious.
"Oh my God…Don't you dare stop…" Hermione moaned as she writhed beneath him, too far gone to care about anything except the feeling of release that was so close. When she felt his fingers slide into her in sync with his tongue, she came hard, her whole body tensing and shuddering beneath him, as she cried out, his name falling from her lips.
She watched him through hooded eyes as he leaned back up, wiping his face on his bicep as he reached for the condom. She almost came a second time when he tore the small square packet open with his teeth. God, he was beautiful. As he finished rolling the condom onto his very hard cock, Hermione licked her lips as he crawled towards her like a predator. She felt his cock brush against her entrance as his lips covered hers, and then his hips pushed forward and he was sliding into her excruciatingly slowly. She lifted her legs to wrap around his waist as he thrust into her again, this time sliding in deeper. He kept the pace torturously slow at first, wanting her to feel every inch of him, and then gradually picked up the pace. His body molded to hers so perfectly, she wanted to cry from the sheet irony of it.
When she felt like she couldn't hold back anymore, she met his lust darkened gaze with her own and his voice was thick with need, "Come for me, Hermione."
She gasped and panted as her orgasm washed over her, her walls contracting around his cock as she came. He let out an animalistic growl, pulling her legs onto his shoulders and began thrusting into her harder and deeper until he found his release a few moments later.
He slid his hands down her thighs and he bowed his head, still trying to catch his breath.
"That was bloody fantastic." Hermione said giving him a lazy smile, "Though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you fuck like an over-achiever too."
He laughed as he pulled out of her and pulled the condom off, getting up to find a place to dispose of it as he pulled his boxers back on.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
She bit back a smirk, grabbing her knickers and pulling them back on as she moved closer to the fire. She glanced out the window, and could see that it was growing dark. The wind was still howling and the snow was still steadily coming down. When Tom came back he stretched out behind her, pulling her against him so that her back was pressed against his chest.
"So why did you tell your friends that this wasn't a date?"
She chuckled, "Still sore about that?"
"No, just curious. Indulge me." He said brushing a stray curl behind her ear.
Hermione sighed, "I just…I thought you might have had some other purpose for asking." She answered honestly, biting her lip.
"Such as?" he asked nipping her neck with his teeth playfully, assuming she was talking about sex.
"I don't know, I thought maybe you were trying to distract me so that I'd fall behind in class."
He stopped and leaned back a bit so he could look at her.
"You honestly thought I asked you out in order to try and steal your spotlight in class? Really?" He asked raising his eyebrows at her.
"Well when you say it like that…"She began, realizing how ridiculous it sounded.
"Honestly, Hermione, when I take the top spot, I don't want it to be because you weren't paying attention. Where's the challenge in that?" He said giving her a naughty smirk
"Ugh! I knew it you bastard!" Hermione shoved him away from her, and he clutched his stomach as he laughed at her.
"Christ, I'm only kidding, Jesus calm down." He said holding out his hands defensively.
He pulled her back against him and was still quietly laughing at her reaction when she changed the subject.
"It's still snowing, I think we're going to be stuck here tonight."
Tom tossed another few pieces of wood onto the fire.
"I'm sure I can keep you warm all night long." He said giving her a naughty grin
*fans self* Who needs heat when you have Hot Porn Star Tom Riddle? I hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter! There is more to come! (see what I did there?) LOL. As always, leave me a review! xo