Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine, I'm just borrowing the characters for fun.
AN: I have to admit, I kind of love this Hermione…in addition to being wicked smart (I'm from Boston, can you tell?) she's a a total smart ass. I also love Ginny in this story, she cracks me up. Anyway, here's the next chapter - I'll remind you all again that this story is AU, and non-magic. We're obviously not following canon here, and Tom's father (as I mentioned in the last chapter) is still very much alive. Please leave me a review and let me know what you think!
Hermione snuggled against her pillow, and wiped the drool from her chin trying to find a more comfortable position until her pillow groaned.
Her eyes snapped open, and reality rushed back to her when she remembered she had fallen asleep on Tom on the floor in the shrieking shack after they'd been snowed in. She shook his shoulder trying to wake him up.
"Tom!"
He rubbed his hand over his face, giving her a sleepy scowl which she found utterly adorable, and mumbled "What timesit?"
Hermione was busy pulling on her jeans and she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, "Nearly nine! Shit! I was supposed to be at the prefects meeting twenty minutes ago!" she swore, frantically shooting off a text to Harry.
"Well, I suppose we should get back then." He said as he stood and moved to get dressed.
As she buttoned up her coat and pulled on her mittens, he stopped her before she could open the door, "What are you going to tell Dumbledore?" he asked giving her a concerned look.
"I will tell him that we got caught in the storm and spent the night here. It's the truth after all, Tom." She said giving him a questioning look.
He nodded, his jaw tense, and she asked, "Is there some reason you don't want Dumbledore to know?"
He looked away for a moment, and then his eyes met hers once more, giving her a sheepish look, "I just don't want him to believe that I had any ill intentions."
Hermione chuckled, thinking back to what they had been doing most of the night, "Well, it wouldn't exactly be a wrong assumption, now would it."
His eyes flashed and he took a step towards her, "I'm serious, Hermione."
She stopped laughing, and furrowed her brow. Why was he acting strange all of the sudden?
"What's going on, Tom?" she asked brushing her hand across his cheek.
He gritted his teeth, internally warring with himself over how much he should tell her.
"You asked me yesterday why I waited until seventh year to transfer to Hogwart's." he said, and she nodded.
"I was expelled from Durmstrang." He said flatly.
Her mouth dropped open in surprise, "But why? What did you do?"
He looked away from her down at his feet again before he met her eyes once more giving her an embarrassed look, "It was really all just an unfortunate accident, yet somehow the whole thing got blamed on me…"Tom began running a hand through his hair.
"What did?" she prompted, wanting him to continue.
"Last year, a girl died at Durmstrang. You may have heard about it, it was on the news." He said leaning back against the wall by the door.
Hermione gasped, "I did hear something about that…Myrtle something, right?…She drowned in the pool, didn't she?" she asked , a sinking feeling forming in her stomach.
Tom nodded gravely, "Yes, Myrtle Warren." Tom took a deep breath before he continued, "You see, I was the Resident Advisor in the boys dormitory, that's the equivalent of being a prefect, except I was in charge of the entire dorm; they don't have houses at Durmstrang like we do here at Hogwarts. Well, one night, some of the boys and a few girls decided to break into the pool area and have a party. Well, as you can imagine, there was alcohol involved, and things got out of hand. Myrtle was found dead in the pool the next morning, and since I was the RA on duty, the blame fell to me." Tom finished.
Hermione gasped in outrage, "But that's not fair! Just because you were on duty doesn't mean you can be everywhere at once, it's not as if you drowned the poor girl!"
Tom's posture relaxed at Hermione's concern.
"That's exactly what I told the Headmaster. The boys who broke the rules should have been held responsible, not me. It's not as if I was even at the party!" He seethed.
"Were they expelled too, at least?" Hermione asked outraged on his behalf.
Tom chuckled mirthlessly, "No, that's the kicker. One of the boy's fathers is a member the school board. None of them were expelled, just me."
"That's so disgustingly biased! I'm so sorry, Tom." She said, and he reached out to her, cupping her jaw and running his thumb over her lip.
She pulled him to her by the lapels of his pea coat and kissed him.
He reluctantly pulled away with a soft moan of appreciation, and caught one of her wayward curls and wrapped it around his finger.
"So now you understand why I have concerns about what Dumbledore will think about this. I was accepted here because of my grades, but I definitely got the sense that Dumbledore doesn't trust me." He said softly.
"Don't worry about Dumbledore, I'll explain everything to him. Even if he doesn't trust you, he trusts me." Hermione smiled pulling him out the door.
~~{0}~~
After a particularly long discussion with the Headmaster in his office about the responsible behavior expected of the Head Girl and a seventh year student, Tom and Hermione emerged managing to escape punishment for not returning to the school due to the snow emergency. They were told however, that their parents had been notified, and they were dismissed with a strict warning.
Tom walked Hermione to the Gryffindor common room, after she had mentioned that her friends were probably worried sick about her, and he brushed his lips lightly against hers before whispering, "See you later" in a seductive tone in her ear before heading back to his own common room. Hermione had to slow her frantically beating heart and will the blush from her face before she stepped into the common room to a trio of shouts
"Where the hell have you been?!"
She dropped onto the couch, putting her feet in Harry's lap, "Oh, I'm fine, thanks for asking." She said sarcastically before Ginny came up to stand before her with her hands on her hips, clearly pissed off.
"Obviously, we're glad you're alright, but why didn't you call?! We thought you were dead! No one saw you or Riddle come back yesterday, and you weren't in your room…until Harry got your text this morning, we were frantic! None of us slept!" Ginny admonished her.
Hermione bit her lip guiltily, remembering why exactly she hadn't thought to call, and sighed, "You're right, I'm sorry. I should have called. Riddle and I got caught in the storm, and we made it as far as the shrieking shack; we had no choice but to spend the night there and wait out the storm."
Ginny's eyes widened as she pushed Hermione's feet off of Harry's lap and sat in between them.
"Wait…hold on a second…you spent the night with Riddle?" Ginny asked her lips curving into a knowing smirk.
Hermione's eyes darted to Ron, his whole face was now cherry red as he pointedly attempted to ignore what they were saying.
"Yeah…" Hermione admitted
"Harry? Ron? I think it's time you lot went to breakfast. Hermione and I need to have a little chat." Ginny said snapping her fingers at the boys.
Harry looked affronted, but knew better than to argue with his girlfriend, and he pulled Ron out of the common room with him.
Once the door snapped shut behind them, Ginny turned back to Hermione.
"Okay, spill. How did you and Riddle end up going to Hogsmeade together yesterday?"
"He came in my study room." Hermione admitted, biting her lip trying not to laugh.
"So he came in your study room…and?" Ginny prompted impatiently.
"No, no…Gin, he came in my study room." Hermione said making a motion with her hand near her mouth simulating a blow-job.
"What?! No way! Hermione Jean, you gave him head in the library?!" Ginny's mouth dropped open in shock
"Well, yes, but before that, we were arguing. It got pretty heated, and next thing I know, he's got me up on the table, kissing me like he was trying to suck out my soul or something. We both got a bit carried away, and since he well, you know," she said making a 'come hither' motion with two of her fingers, "I figured I should return the favor." Hermione said covering her face with her hands.
Ginny laughed, "So after blowing his load he just asked you to go to Hogsmeade with him?"
Hermione snorted, "Yeah, something like that."
"Well, I…wow. I hadn't expected that from you. I always thought you hated him?" Ginny asked giving her a questioning look.
"Well, I suppose he is an annoying swot, but there's something about him, Gin…aside from the fact that he's gorgeous and brilliant, I mean." Hermione sighed.
Ginny snorted, "I can't believe you, Hermione Jean Granger. You had sex with him last night, didn't you!"
Hermione blushed, "Guilty."
"Riddle's unbelievably hot, too…you lucky bitch." Ginny laughed
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Can we just go to breakfast and never speak of this again? Please?"
"Fine. I can't promise that I'll be able to keep a straight face if I see Riddle in the library though."
"Oh, please, like you and Harry haven't been fucking like bunnies in the Astronomy Tower after curfew for months." Hermione snorted.
Ginny's eyes widened, "How did you know about that?"
Hermione pointed to her badge, "Head Girl"
Ginny gaped like a fish before Hermione scoffed, "Oh relax, I didn't see anything, thank God, but I heard him moaning. Why do you think I couldn't look Harry in the eye for weeks?" Hermione said.
Ginny shrugged, "I just assumed it was because you got Pink Eye from Pansy Parkinson."
Hermione furrowed her brow and laughed, "No, I didn't have Pink Eye. In any case, you better not say anything about this to anyone. Especially not Harry. He'd probably try to kill Tom, and as much as I hate to say it, Tom could probably kick Harry's ass in a fight."
Ginny snorted, "You're probably right about that. As far as I'm concerned, Tom has been the picture of propriety, and you're practically a nun." Ginny said pulling Hermione through the portrait hole and down to breakfast.
~~{0}~~
Later that night, Hermione headed back to her room after finishing her rounds, and almost had a heart attack to find Tom casually lounging on her bed.
"What the hell are you doing in here?!" she whispered clutching her hand over her heart in fright.
"I'm happy to see you too." He smirked at her as she kicked off her shoes and climbed up on the bed next to him, letting him pull her into a kiss.
"You didn't answer my question. How did you get in here? My door was locked…" she said as she slipped her hand under his tee shirt and skimmed her nails over his stomach.
He held out the hairpin he had used the day before to open the door to the shrieking shack, and smiled, "I did say I would see you later…it's later." He said as he pushed her hair off her neck and began to nip at her throat with his teeth.
"I could get in trouble." She whispered as her eyes slipped shut when he kissed the sensitive spot just below her ear.
"Not if you don't get caught." He said as he pulled her on top of him so that she was straddling him on the bed. She rocked her hips forward, enjoying his groan of pleasure that he couldn't hold back as he pulled her shirt off, his long fingers making quick work of removing her bra.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She needed to feel more of him, so she pulled his shirt off, once again appreciating his toned chest.
"Tell me what you want, Hermione." He murmured against her throat as his hands slid up her back.
She brushed her thumb over his cheek, once again marveling at how handsome he was, and let her hand drift down his neck, over his chest and down towards the button of his jeans.
"I want you to fuck me, Tom." She said as her hand slipped into his jeans to grasp his already painfully hard cock.
His nostrils flared and he flipped them over until she was pinned beneath him on the bed, staring up at him with a lust-filled gaze. His hand found the button of her jeans and popped it open, using one hand to push her jeans down over her hips, which she was only too happy to kick off the rest of the way.
"Reach into my pocket." He told her, and she did, her brow furrowed in confusion until she felt the small square Condom packet, and she pulled it out with a naughty smile. Her fingers opened the button of his jeans and pushed them down. He leaned up kneeling on the bed as he rolled on the condom expertly, his eyes flicking to hers as he did it, wanting to see her desire for him. He moved into position over her once more, entering her swiftly clamping his hand over her mouth to keep her from crying out. He felt one of her hands moving over his back, leaving scratch marks in its wake from her nails as her other hand had moved down to rub her clit as he fucked her, bringing her closer to the edge as he whispered naughty things in her ear
…Love the way my cock feels inside you, don't you…
…You feel so fucking perfect…fuck…
…Want you to come so fucking hard for me…
She couldn't hold back anymore as she felt her orgasm take hold and her body tensed beneath him, her muscles clenching around his cock causing him to groan in pleasure as he picked up his pace, fucking her through her orgasm until he came hard inside her. He rolled off of her, still trying to catch his breath as he pulled the condom off and went into her bathroom to get rid of it. When he came back to the bed he pulled her against his chest and pulled the covers over them.
"You can't sleep in here you know." She laughed kissing him on the jaw.
"Do you want me to leave?" he asked her in amusement, looking down at her.
"No" she admitted, and snuggled into his chest.
After a silence had fallen between them, she asked, "Are you going home for break?"
He frowned, "Yes, unfortunately."
"Would you maybe want to come visit me for a few days?" she asked biting her lip nervously.
"At your parent's house?" he asked tilting her chin so she could look up at him.
"Yeah, I mean, I totally understand if you don't want to…"she stammered, already regretting asking.
"I'd like that."
She had expected hesitation, or even an outright refusal, so when he agreed so readily, she was genuinely surprised.
"You…you would?" she asked, making sure she heard him correctly.
He chuckled, "Yes, but only on one condition…"
She groaned, of course there would be a condition.
"What's that?" she asked
"You'll spend a few days with me at my father's house as well." He said smirking.
She let herself relax against him then, "I suppose it's only fair."