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AN: Thank you to all those who reviewed the last chapter: Negativecreep91, NicoruNS, Skyrosediamond, Katriiiris, Beestung2025, Tadah2, and KatTheKlaw! I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Warning, a bit of a lemon (a small one) right in the beginning. Please review! xo

Hermione squeaked in surprise as Tom's hand slid under her skirt as she lay beneath him on their common room couch, and her hand quickly grabbed his wrist before he could go any further.

"What's wrong?" he asked still breathless from kissing her.

Hermione blushed. As much as she was enjoying his attention, and she really was, she was nervous. She had never even properly kissed a boy before Tom, and everything seemed to be moving rather fast.

"Nothing, I just…" she began.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked

"No! I mean…not completely, no…just maybe keep it above the waist for now?" she asked blushing.

"I'll stop if you want me to stop, Hermione." He said pushing back his frustration not wanting to shatter her newly placed trust in him.

"It's not that, it's just…I don't have a lot of experience with this sort of thing." She admitted biting her lip nervously.

He smiled at her indulgently and leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "Good" and moved in slowly to capture her lips again. She sighed into his mouth, feeling her body melt against his, and she could swear that she could feel the tiny electric shocks from his magic pricking at her skin as his hand slid up her waist to cup her breast over her blouse. She involuntarily bucked her hips at the contact, which elicited a groan from him. There was no mistaking how hard he already was.

He pulled back from her reluctantly, and breathing in deeply through his nose and meeting her eyes.

"Are you okay?" she asked nervously, wondering why he suddenly stopped.

"Yes, but you're going to give me blue balls if you keep doing that." He chuckled and reached down to adjust himself with a grimace.

Hermione snorted, "Is that bad? It sounds bad."

Tom laughed, dropping his face into the crook of her neck, "Yes, it's bad. Trust me."

Hermione laughed, warmed by how comfortable and safe she felt in his arms. She never in a million years ever would have thought that she could feel that way with him.

"Maybe we should stop. I wouldn't want to cause you any unnecessary damage." She said smirking as she took the opportunity to sit up as he moved off of her.

"Well, nothing permanent anyway, I'll just have a good wank before bed tonight, and I'll be fine." He said smirking and running a hand through his disheveled hair.

Another hot pulse of desire shot through her at his words, and she bit her lip as images of Tom naked in the shower stroking himself while he thought about her filled her mind. She wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing…

"Maybe…maybe I could help?" she said giving him a playful smirk as she recalled the fantasy she saw in his mind of her kneeling before him while he loosened his belt.

He groaned and let his head fall to the back of the couch, "You're killing me, you know…"

"I'm being serious. I want to…will you show me?" she asked moving to kneel in front of him, running her hands up his muscled thighs.

His eyes had fluttered shut for a moment, and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth in an effort to regain control.

"You don't have to…" he said giving her an almost pained expression.

"I want to…" she said sliding her right hand over the rather impressive bulge in his trousers.

"Merlin…" he gasped as his hips rolled forward against her palm.

She took that as a sign of approval, and flicked the button of his trousers open, biting her lip in anticipation. He lifted his hips slightly so she could pull his pants down over his hips, watching her intently as she did. She licked her lips nervously as her eyes fell on his very hard cock, and he hissed in pleasure when she wrapped her hand around his girth to slowly stroke it. She could see a bead of moisture at the tip, and her tongue darted out to taste it, wondering what he tasted like. She heard him groan again and curse under his breath, and her eyes snapped up to meet his gaze. His pupils were blown wide in his state of arousal, and she gave him a slow smile as she leaned forward and ran her tongue along his length, sucking the head of his cock into her mouth. As soon as her lips closed around his cock, his hips jerked forward and it slid deeper into her mouth

"Fuck, Hermione…" he said with barely controlled restraint.

She wasn't quite sure what she was doing, but she had unsurprisingly learned a thing or two after sharing a dorm room with Lavender and Pavarti over the past six years. According to them, you just needed to suck on it the way you would a Popsicle, and that guys seem to like it when you use your tongue. She took him in as deep as she could without gagging, and sucked, letting him draw back out and then slide back in again. As he pulled back, she would sweep her tongue along his length, and swirl it around the head of his cock, and she was rewarded by his groan of pleasure. She could tell he was close to his climax if the way he was clutching the couch cushions with a white knuckled grip was any indication. She continued at a steady pace, her eyes flicking up to his, enjoying the way he was watching her with a look of pure lust in his eyes.

"I'm going to…fuck…I'm going to come…" he said in a husky voice just before his hands moved up to twist in her hair.

She felt a rush of wetness between her thighs making her underwear decidedly damp as she watched him lose his carefully crafted control. The salty liquid coated the back of her throat and she swallowed it, and then sat back on her heels and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as he pulled his pants back up and gave her a crooked smile.

"Was that okay?" she asked having a pretty good idea that it was more than 'okay', but the over-achiever in her still wanted to know that she'd done a good job.

"Okay? That was fucking brilliant."he said as he shifted sideways on the couch and pulled her up to sit between his legs so she could relax against his chest.

She smiled at the compliment, happy that she had pleased him.

"Good, now you can't blame me for Blue balls, whatever that is." Hermione said smirking as he laughed behind her, his deep sound of it vibrating through her chest pleasantly.

"No, I most certainly can't." he said dropping a kiss on the top of her head and wrapping his arms around her securely.

"Tom?" she asked as a silence descended between them.

"Yeah?"

"I want you to come to a D.A. meeting with me. Would you?" she asked him.

"D.A.? Is this like a Dark Arts intervention or something? Because I told you…" he began as she started laughing.

"No, no…D.A. stands for Dumbledore's Army. It's just something a group of us came up with a couple years ago when Umbridge was taking over the school and keeping us from learning anything useful in Defense class. We figured we had to learn to defend ourselves somehow, so we sort of formed a secret group so that we could practice without getting caught." She explained.

He nodded, "Who's teaching you?" he asked

Hermione blushed, "Mostly Harry. He's the only one who's faced well…Voldemort, and so he's been teaching us what he knows. It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing. If you were to join though, and show us what you know, it could give us the edge we need." Hermione said biting her lip, hoping he'd agree.

He was silent for a few moments, and she held her breath when she heard him say, "Alright."

She turned and kissed him again, a brilliant smile lighting up her face as she looked at him.

"Thank you. You have no idea what this means to us." She told him seriously.

He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, "I've no intention of letting him win, Hermione."

She was quiet for a moment, considering his words, and then she met his eyes once more and said, "I know." And he knew she was telling the truth.

~~{0}~~

"Harry, we need him." Hermione said in a hushed tone as she sat next to him, Ron, and Ginny in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room the next morning.

"We can't risk it, Hermione, he's a Slytherin. Not only that, but we don't know very much about him." Harry argued, and she could see Ron nodding his agreement from the corner of her eye.

"Just because he's a Slytherin doesn't mean…" she began before Harry cut her off.

"Hermione, have you forgotten who's in charge now? The Slytherins are all children of Death Eaters. I won't risk-" he began before she cut him off.

"He saved me from Malfoy." Hermione spat, getting annoyed with their blind hatred towards Slytherins. She wasn't planning on telling them about the incident in the lavatory knowing it would only cause Harry to do something rash, but she saw no other way to convince them.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Malfoy and his cronies cornered me in the girl's lavatory a few days ago. Who knows what he would have done to me if Tom hadn't shown up. Haven't you noticed he no longer sits next to Malfoy at meals? He's not one of them, Harry. I trust him." she said blushing, knowing that she spoke the truth.

Ron's ears turned pink, "Of course you do. All the bloody girls in this school fancy him."

She looked at Ron sharply, annoyed that he was playing the jealous card now, with something so important.

"Honestly, that has nothing to do with it! He can teach us things that we'll never learn here at Hogwarts!" she hissed angrily.

"Right, because at Durmstrang, they teach the students the Dark Arts, don't they?" Ron spat accusingly.

Harry interrupted before Hermione could retort, "She may have a point, Ron. I mean, we're fighting against dark wizards who have no problem using dark curses; maybe Tom knows how to defend against them." He said thoughtfully, and Hermione felt herself relax. She could always count on Harry to be sensible, even if he doesn't like something at first. Ron on the other hand…

"I still don't like it, mate." Ron said giving Hermione a sulky glare, and she rolled her eyes.

"Right, so it's settled then. We'll activate the coins for a meeting this Saturday, and Hermione will bring Tom. If things simply don't work out, we could always obliviate him." Ginny said shrugging looking around at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Hermione smirked at the thought that Riddle would ever allow himself to be obliviated, but she said nothing.

"Well, one thing's for certain, he won't look quite so smug with 'Sneak' on his forehead." Ron muttered darkly under his breath, to which Hermione only glared.

"Should we meet tonight to continue what we were working on then?" Harry asked cryptically, glancing at Hermione, who only grimaced.

"Can't, sorry…I got roped into attending another one of those suck up parties." Hermione sighed as Ron continued to eye her speculatively.

"Who're you going with?" he asked a bit too quickly, his cheeks turning the same shade as his ears.

Hermione winced. She supposed she had to tell them at some point, even if she didn't want to broadcast it to the school.

"Professor Slughorn invited Tom, and-" Hermione began before Ron scoffed.

"You're going on a date with him now too? Is that why you want him to join the D.A? Can't be without your boyfriend for five minutes?" Ron spat

Hermione gaped at him, "For your information, Ronald, Tom had the guts to ask me!" Hermione huffed, but she was far from done.

"When it comes to bravery, I'd say he's more of a Gryffindor than you'll ever be." Hermione spat and stood, letting the door slam behind her as she walked out of the common room.

~~{0}~~

She headed down to the great hall, muttering under her breath about red-headed pricks when she finally reached the double doors. She felt someone grasp her arm, and she turned to find herself looking up into the ice blue eyes of Tom Spencer.

"What's got you all worked up?" He asked furrowing his brows at her.

"Nothing, it's nothing." She said dismissively, not wanting to add Tom to the list of Ron's enemies, though, to be fair, she supposed they all were on his list…well, his other self's list.

She heard a sarcastic scoff come from somewhere behind her, and she turned to see Harry, Ron, and Ginny heading towards them on their way into the Great Hall. It seemed Ron would always get jealous when she showed interest in someone, but never have the nerve to do anything but take out his jealousy on her. Well, she was not putting up with it, not anymore. Before she even had time to think about what she was doing, she turned back to Tom and pulled his face down to hers and kissed him hard on the mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing herself as close to him as she could. She knew it was petty, but at the moment, she didn't care.

As she pulled back from him, he had a slight smirk on his face, and he raised an eyebrow at her questioningly. He was a Slytherin though, and not about to let the opportunity be wasted. He slipped his arm around her waist and turned to look at Harry and Ron. Ginny was biting back a smirk, Harry simply looked uncomfortable, but Ron looked murderous.

"Ron, was it? We met briefly on the train, but I don't believe we've had a chance to get properly acquainted. Mind if Hermione and I join you three for breakfast?"

"That would be lovely!" Ginny answered quickly before Ron could open his mouth and ushered them into the Great hall over to the Gryffindor table. Tom slipped into the seat beside Hermione who now looked slightly sick, regretting her impulsive decision.

"So Tom! Hermione tells us that you asked her to the Slug Club dinner. Is that how you two got together?" Ginny asked brightly, ignoring Hermione's mortified expression, and Ron's angry glare. It seemed Tom and Ginny were both a bit sadistic.

Tom smiled charmingly, "Well, to be quite honest, Miss Weasley, she turned me down at first." Tom said chuckling, even going so far as to blush.

"Really?" Ginny said as if she found that hard to believe. What witch in her right mind would turn down a wizard who looked like that?

"No, it's true. In fact, she called me…what was it again? Oh yes…a giant fucking arsehole." Tom smirked as Hermione choked on her pumpkin juice.

Ginny snorted, "Why did she call you that?"

"Well, I had initially assumed it was due to my being a member of Slytherin house. Even though I am new to here, I'm not blind to the house rivalry; but I think really, she was jealous." He answered.

Ron continued to glare at Tom, his hands tightening into fists against the table, but said nothing.

"In any case, she had no reason to be jealous; any wizard who fails to see her beauty is a fool." Tom said as he looked pointedly at Ron.

Ron shot up from the table angrily and stormed out of the Great Hall without a word.

"Did I say something?" Tom asked innocently, looking back and forth between Hermione, Harry, and Ginny with a wide-eyed expression.

Harry sighed and just shook his head, "Don't worry about it, mate, he just needs to get over it." Harry answered, giving a small smile to Hermione, "I'm just glad to see Hermione happy."

Ginny nodded in agreement with Harry, and threaded her arm through his, "My brother's an ass, don't take it personally."

AN: Coming up next, the Slug Club dinner, the DA meeting, and more Tom/Hermione goodness!