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songrecs: consequences - camila cabello
For several minutes the path in front of them is empty, his hand is reassuring in hers, firm, solid, keeping her anchored as they walk forward.
She is scared, she can admit that to herself, and also admit to herself that she hates herself for it. Tom looks relaxed, as though if a Centaur or some great beast emerged, he'd simply blast it away, he probably would as well, with ease.
Like everything he does.
She however can't help but cringe. She remembers running from a werewolf in this forest, as Harry and she had evaded death, she remembers how cold it was, the mist, the dark sky overheard, the stars unable to penetrate the thick layer of trees. She remembers Ron's horrified stories about the Acromantula, how close a call that had been. She knows the true dangers of the forest, Tom doesn't.
"Tom" She whispers, feeling the urge to do so, "You know the forest is dangerous, right?" She asks, moving a little closer to him. She rationalises it's normal to be scared, she's in the Forbidden Forest, not only is she breaking school rules (and she is horrified to realise then and now she hadn't even thought of that, what has become of her?), but it is full of monsters, creatures and beasts, all more then happy to kill her. Of course, she's scared, Tom should be too.
"Of course, I do" He offers her but he doesn't seem afraid, she doesn't think she's ever seen him afraid. "But we'll be fine"
"Will we?" She grumbles, and his smile lifts her spirits a little, the grin that slashes across his face is nice, almost a smile, "What if werewolf's come after us?" She throws at him.
He rolls his eyes then and points his wand to a gap in the trees to the crescent moon, damn him.
"What about Acromantula? There's a nest here" He seems intrigued by that, and has an expression of smugness she can't decipher, and shrugs.
"Hard to kill but easy to ward off" He offers her, "The two of us could make fair work of them before getting away"
"You overestimate my abilities" Well she's never said that before and does not like saying it, but now is no time for arrogance.
"I don't" He throws back and she smiles, feeling a warmth spread in her.
That's the different thing about Tom, how he so believes in her. With Ron her abilities had been a given, with any other boy she'd considered crushing on they'd known of her abilities but were uninterested or intimidated by them, but Tom? Tom appreciates them, he see's them, he makes her feel about 10ft tall.
"Okay, what about centaurs?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Won't attack us" He says with such conviction she almost doesn't question him, almost.
"How do you know?" She asks, and he grins then, cheeky this time, and she knows she's not getting an answer.
"If we come across them, you'll see" He says before he pauses and she comes to a stop, bumping into him a touch, he doesn't move, holds out a hand to still her before looking dead ahead.
"Okay, what about the things I don't know about?" She asks again, hating how she takes his hand so easily.
She's clearly done fighting her feelings for him, after the library … she can't go back to denying them, but she knows she's in trouble, with how easily she has slipped into being with him, how little resistance she now puts up.
She's certainly not running anymore.
"There is very little you don't know Hermione" The way he says her name makes her shiver, his words are repeated but no less welcome, "And I'm sure I can fill any gaps" His fingers intertwine with hers then, strong and sure, one of her favourite things about him, there's no nerves, no insecurity, he is sure about everything, including her, even when she's not sure about herself.
"Okay" She says, for she does trust Tom, she does, even though part of her knows she shouldn't.
"Good" Is all he offers, with that grin of his, not kind enough to be a smile but charming enough not to be an outright smirk or sneer, she wonders how long it took him to perfect it, like his accent, both faked.
She realises how little she knows about him, and yet she's thrown her lot in with him anyway. How very unlike her.
He tugs her hand then and her musings fly from her head, well fly backwards, stored away for later in what will inevitably be a round of 20 questions for him, for now she grips his hand as he walks forward, through the trees into some kind of clearing that twinkles with light.
She trusts him, and she doesn't look back.
The meadow is beautiful.
It is a clearing in the middle of a forest of nightmares. It is dark out, thanks to Scottish Autumn, but this place seems to twinkle with light, shimmering as though sprinkled with fairy dust, simply illuminating.
He could not have taken her to a more perfect place, it is like a little nirvana in the deep, dark forest. The air shimmers, the crescent moon gleams through the trees and the grass is green, healthy, with no darkness overseeing it.
She wonders if it's a charm, her eyes flickering to see if there's any tell-tale signs, but then Tom obscures her view, and she finds she prefers that, him.
God, how deep is she?
"This is beautiful" It is, even deep into the forest, which she'd been so scared of, she feels at peace. Like nothing bad could happen here, like nothing could hurt them, like they don't need to worry about gossip, or people, purebloods, halfbloods, muggleborns, politics, Gryffindor, Slytherin, none of it. They can just be them, Tom and Hermione.
They'll never be a normal couple, if that's what they even are, but here, surrounded by beauty she can pretend, just for a second.
"What do you think?" He asks, and she turns to him with a smile, his scarf still warm around her neck.
"It's beautiful" She says, "Charmed?"
He just nods, and she resolves to ask him about the wand work, but again he distracts her before she can, his hands going to cup her face, tenderly, gentle, which Tom never is, she feels a flutter in her heart and leans into him.
"You're beautiful" He whispers, and she knows her cheeks heat under his fingertips, her smile grows, and she leans in.
She knew what was to come next.
He lays her down with a surprising gentleness, and the forest floor was soft, heated too, surely, he'd placed a warming charm over it. The lights overhead sparkled and danced across her vision. As Tom joined her, atop of her, wearing the closest thing he had to a smile, she was sure she'd never seen anything so romantic.
"Tom" She gasped, as he cupped her face, dragging his thumb over her bottom lip, a little whimper leaving her lips, "Why did you bring me here?"
She didn't want to ruin this moment, the most intimate moment of her young life but she couldn't stop herself. If there was a question in the air then Hermione Granger would ask it, regardless of the context.
She was thankful that Tom just grinned, a little laugh and scoff leaving his lips, "To be with you"
She shot him a look then, and he laughed again as she saw through him. When had she been able to do that? Well not well enough, as she didn't notice the slight hardness in Tom's eyes that she'd seen through his deception.
"Alright" He paused then, and had she been as savvy as he she would have been paranoid, worried he was manipulating her. Unfortunately, Hermione was not naive no, but she was also and never would be a manipulator. Headstrong, stubborn, honest Gryffindor, a master manipulator she was not, and though she could see through some of Tom's motives, she'd far from scratched the surface.
If she'd known that she would have pondered what she would find.
'And the abyss looks back…'
"I feel your first time wasn't what you would have chosen" He seemed almost strained saying the words, so much so he sounded sincere, and this was the first time to her he'd sounded so honest, "I wanted to make it special"
Another gasp left her lips, and she found herself pulling him down then, her lips meeting his, she had no words, a warm, bubbling feeling, almost like she'd swallowed a whole glass of Butterbeer an eaten a whole pack of Fizzing Whizbees chased through her, stopping any response but a need to have his lips on hers. She kissed him with a passion she had yet to reach at such heights, her hands curling in his hair, pulling him closer, closer.
'I wanted to make it special'
She was gone.
Tom responded in kind, his hands soon finding her waist, his lips firm on hers, the gentleness ebbing away to something harder, something rougher, something better. Tom brings something in her she's never known, and she only pulls him closer.
As close as two can be.
There is less teasing this time, it feels more urgent somehow, even though the setting is much more peaceful. His hands go to her skirt, rucking it up, and she offers no protest as his fingers find her, she is a little sore, but they slide across and then inside of her without resistance, a gasp leaves her lips as he curls them, and then a high-pitched whine leaves her lips, as his find her neck, whilst stroking her back and forth, making her toes curl, and her head thrown back, breathy moans leaving her lips.
She briefly worries she'll be heard but then discounts that, by who? Out here she could scream, and no one would hear her.
It's a credit to how much she trusts Tom, that, that doesn't worry her.
"Tom" She whines, and he groans into her neck, before he's reaching for her belt buckle. She briefly realises this is in a more special setting but is less gentle, not that she minds, but she strikes it at odds with his words, but then that is forgotten, flown from her mind as Tom enters her swiftly, little warning or pause, filling her up, immediately.
She doesn't protest.
If anything, she pulls him closer, her arms looping around his neck, her leg curling over his hip and then the other. She clings to him and finds he can go faster, deeper, here, in the meadow, on the grass, not with her rucked up against the library wall. It feels glorious, she hadn't thought anything could top the morning, but she had been extremely mistaken.
He brings her to orgasm even quicker.
Stars shoot across her eyes, and she's not sure if they're real, here in this meadow, but they feel real, explosive, and gigantic, raining across her gaze, a scream leaving her lips as he doesn't stop, just pushing harder, faster, deeper, "Fuck" He groans against her lips, pulling her into a searing kiss as she squirms against him, too sensitive, too sensitive…
Though soon he's bringing her to a pitch again, it feels like too much, but he doesn't care, neither does she, as he drives into her, his lips on hers, swallowing her moans. His hands on her, one in her hair, even tugging a little, the other squeezing her waist.
They're both still fully clothed, but it doesn't matter, it feels too good to question.
So good.
"Tom" She moans, "It's too much" It is, she feels as though she's on fire, pleasure chasing through her veins that she can't quite handle, and yet he doesn't relent.
"You can take it, you can take me" He says against her neck, biting her skin, his scarf tugged free of her and discarded. She lets out a whimper and nods, "Tell me if you want to stop"
Even though she knows she should she doesn't, she can't, she shakes her head furiously as he suggests it and misses his smirk, pulling him closer, almost afraid he'll stop.
Her mind is at war, her body desperate for pleasure, but her brain, her brilliant brain firing on all synapses, too much, too intense, overload.
She thinks she might pass out when the third wave of pleasure, the third high that climbs her higher than anything she's ever known hits her.
Fuck stars, she sees the sun, in all its glory, bright and powerful, across her eyelids, a scream leaving her lips, Tom's lips smashing against hers, his own growl of pleasure vibrating against her as he spends himself, reaching a fever pitch within in her, faster, deeper, and then he slows, just enough to bring her through it so she stays conscious, just barely, as he, as spent as she strokes her through her high.
She can barely even see as he rolls off her, though she near mewls at the loss, then she's in his arms, delirious with pleasure, unable to speak as he transfigures his scarf into a blanket. She realises he must be as spent as she as he simply drags it over them, pulls her closer into his arms, buries his face in her hair, and then they both, in tandem fall asleep, under the twinkling light of the meadow, filled with pleasure, happiness for her, and on Tom's part a plan well executed.
"Are the foals finished?" One of them speaks almost in distaste and another nods, rolling his eyes. They had left them to it, the children making a ruckus in the enchanted meadow, they knew of the boy of course, they had been here when he'd last near reigned free, and they knew better than to cross him.
The Centaurs are a proud people, not stupid.
"Yes" Another speaks, eyes on the stars, "Sleeping, in one another's arms"
"As the prophecy suggests" The first speaks, nodding safely, glancing up at the stars, bright tonight, perhaps they are watching more intently than usual.
"The prophecy suggests much more" Another shakes his head in response.
"Much more" Many say in agreement and he nods, the leader, a hand raised to calm them all.
"And we will see it with them" More nods now, a calm now they know their stance, "We didn't stand against him last time and we will not again" Shaking heads then, an understanding.
"The Dark Lord and his love will see their own fate"
"He can't love" Other scoffs and he roll his eyes again, when will these upstarts learn?
He lifts the curtain of leaves then, to see the two foals slumbering, at peace, wrapped around one another, how can they all miss something so glaringly in front of them?
"He couldn't then, he can now"
"How can you be so sure?"
"It is written" He nods, "The boy who fell through time will differ, and we will witness it"
They will, and so will she, the stars don't lie.
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