Chapter 29
"Love Remembered"
Hermione went back to her room and changed into a blue nightgown that looked just like her lavender one, except it swept the floor, and then put on a thick blue house robe. She stuck her wand in a pocket on her robes. She felt bad. She had tried to escape, escape from something her mind made up. Her door was unlocked. Bellatrix said Malfoy locked it every night.
Hermione walked up the hall, meeting a flight of stairs. She had not seen these before. They were mahogany stairs. Hermione checked to see if anyone was watching, then descended up the stairs. She landed on the third story. The place was dark and creepy. Hermione looked in all the rooms, noticing all were bare except for chairs or desks.
She came to two doors at the end of the hall. The handles were golden swans. Hermione gave the doors a push, and they slowly crept open. The room was dark and cold. The walls were wooden and so was the floor. No fire roared in the fireplace. Various paintings of mountains and more hung on the walls. She noticed the floor elevated a little. A large, pour poster bed was perched on top. The curtains, dark green, were closed. Hermione saw a pair of black robes and a white, buttoned-up shirt casually tossed over a chair.
She peeked through the curtains. She could make out a pale, handsome face. So, this was Tom's room. He was fast asleep, wearing only his pants and belt. Hermione place her house robe on a chair and then carefully crawled into the bed, feeling the cool silk sheets against her warm skin. She leaned over Tom, looking at his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, so innocent. His bare chest was nicely chiseled and strong, heaving slightly as Tom breathed in and out. She noticed he was mumbling something, but couldn't make out what he was saying. He looked very pale. He felt cool as Hermione touched his cheek.
Tom was dreaming of himself as a child back at orphanage. He was hiding under his bed for a boy named Michael Ward had made fun of him. He had punched Michael and hid under his bed from his caretaker. He lay there, thinking of what he would be doing if he were not here, when he felt a strong hand pick him up by his collar. His caretaker, Mr. George Quincy, a pale, thin man with menacing black eyes, lifted him into the light.
"Riddle!" he yelled through yellow teeth. "You've been trouble since your pathetic mother left you here."
"I'm s-sorry!" cried Tom.
"Sorry isn't good enough boy." said George as he lifted his hand.
Tom felt the blow on his cheek.
"Please no! Stop!" he begged.
Tom woke up, saw someone hovering above him, felt their hand on his cheek, and jumped up. He tossed the person under him, pinning their legs with his legs and pinning their arms with his hands to the bed. He was now hovering above them.
Hermione lay there under Tom, scared for her life. He had woken up so suddenly, so violently. He hovered over her, rage and fright coursing through his veins. His eyes tried to adjust to the light as he peered down at the person below him. Who would dare bother him? Who would dare sneak into his room/? Who would dare be in his bed?
His eyes adjusted to the light. Hermione could see his emerald eyes glowing a bit red. Tom looked down at the person. He saw her chocolate brown hair fanned out around her like a halo on the pillow. Her beautiful face had gained its color back. He starred into her cinnamon colored eyes.
"Hermione?" he asked.
"Yes." Hermione replied.
Tom starred at her, his eyes no longer glowing red.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
Hermione didn't know exactly why she was there.
"I couldn't sleep." she heard herself say. "I had to see you."
Tom continued starring at her.
"Me? I thought you wanted to get away from me. I know you saw me." he said coolly.
Hermione's eyes started fog up.
"Why did you do that?" she asked.
"I don't know." he said. "It's just that bitter loneliness I've felt for many years had just consumed me. She was there and vulnerable. I stopped myself when I thought of you. You were my first love and are my only love. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. All those years of thinking you were dead. I tried to find someone like you."
He saw a tear slide down her cheek. He leaned down toward her, gazing deeply into her eyes. He planted his lips on hers. Hermione was first shocked. She felt his lips on hers, but then immediately giving in to his powerful kiss. She felt him release her arms. She took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck and lift herself up a bit, deepening the kiss.
He couldn't help it. It had been too long since he had tasted her lips or been this close to her in so many years. He slid his tongue into her mouth, feeling the warmth of her tongue meet his own. He teased hers, running his tongue up the length of hers.
Hermione gasped. She needed air. She drew in one deep breath before returning back to his delicious lips. She felt his hands run down her, felt them stop at her breasts. Hermione sat up and he followed. Tom began to raise her nightgown. Hermione lifted her arms in the air, allowing him to slip it over her head. He tossed it aside and took in her beauty.
She had on a black bra that hugged her wholesome breasts and a black thong. Her stomach was lean and toned. Her skin was a flawless tanned color. Her arms and legs were nicely shaped as well. He fumbled with unhooking her bra, a contraption he hated most on women. Hermione met his hands and helped him unhook it. He tore it off and cast it aside. Hermione felt his warm mouth on her skin, trailing down from her neck and to her breasts.
Hermione had never slept with anyone before. She was a pure, clean girl who knew that she must save herself for her true love. Well, he was her true love. She remembered many nights they made passionate love. Even then, he was her first. She welcomed all these new feelings, though she knew losing her virginity would be a bit painful. But yet, she felt herself calm and vibrant. She had heard of rare instances where magical people numb themselves from pain whenever they needed it like if a person's arm were ripped off or whatever. Her mind toyed with, saying she was only a virgin in body, but that she was Tom's in soul.
She gasped as his warm tongue made contact with her nipple. She reached down toward his pants and fumbled with his belt. She slid it off, throwing it down. She hastened with his pants button and zipper. He helped her slide his pants off. Those were kicked out of the bed. All he had on were a pair of dark green boxers. Hermione laughed mentally. The Dark Lord with boxers. She kicked off her thong.
Hermione got on Top of Tom. She ran her hands down chest, over his firm abs. Tom watched her, lying on top of him; her beauty too much for him to take. Hermione's hands came to rest on his boxers. She could feel the heat beneath them. She teasingly, slowly slid them down over his strong, lean legs. She tore him from his feet and threw them off the bed. She gazed at his throbbing erection. Tom grabbed the bed sheets as he felt Hermione's warm mouth on his erection. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, teasing the tip with a circular motion. The heat of her mouth and the feel of her tongue massaging him made Tom moan in ecstasy. He grabbed Hermione by the arms and got on top of her.
Hermione gasped as Tom plunged inside her. He began to move in her slowly, then faster and faster. Hermione's hips buckled. She put her arms around him, digging her nails into his back. He moved faster and faster. Hermione began to mover her hips with him, wanting him deeper in her. They were moving in rhythm, faster and faster. Hermione could feel herself reaching her peek. She arched her back as a wave of pleasure and ecstasy explode in her as she reached her peek, gasping and moaning. Tom did the same, trying to catch his breath.
They collapsed on top of each other, dripping with sweat, their chests heaving heavily. Hermione kissed Tom softly.
"I love you." she said.
"I love you, too." he said.
"Love Remembered"
Hermione went back to her room and changed into a blue nightgown that looked just like her lavender one, except it swept the floor, and then put on a thick blue house robe. She stuck her wand in a pocket on her robes. She felt bad. She had tried to escape, escape from something her mind made up. Her door was unlocked. Bellatrix said Malfoy locked it every night.
Hermione walked up the hall, meeting a flight of stairs. She had not seen these before. They were mahogany stairs. Hermione checked to see if anyone was watching, then descended up the stairs. She landed on the third story. The place was dark and creepy. Hermione looked in all the rooms, noticing all were bare except for chairs or desks.
She came to two doors at the end of the hall. The handles were golden swans. Hermione gave the doors a push, and they slowly crept open. The room was dark and cold. The walls were wooden and so was the floor. No fire roared in the fireplace. Various paintings of mountains and more hung on the walls. She noticed the floor elevated a little. A large, pour poster bed was perched on top. The curtains, dark green, were closed. Hermione saw a pair of black robes and a white, buttoned-up shirt casually tossed over a chair.
She peeked through the curtains. She could make out a pale, handsome face. So, this was Tom's room. He was fast asleep, wearing only his pants and belt. Hermione place her house robe on a chair and then carefully crawled into the bed, feeling the cool silk sheets against her warm skin. She leaned over Tom, looking at his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, so innocent. His bare chest was nicely chiseled and strong, heaving slightly as Tom breathed in and out. She noticed he was mumbling something, but couldn't make out what he was saying. He looked very pale. He felt cool as Hermione touched his cheek.
Tom was dreaming of himself as a child back at orphanage. He was hiding under his bed for a boy named Michael Ward had made fun of him. He had punched Michael and hid under his bed from his caretaker. He lay there, thinking of what he would be doing if he were not here, when he felt a strong hand pick him up by his collar. His caretaker, Mr. George Quincy, a pale, thin man with menacing black eyes, lifted him into the light.
"Riddle!" he yelled through yellow teeth. "You've been trouble since your pathetic mother left you here."
"I'm s-sorry!" cried Tom.
"Sorry isn't good enough boy." said George as he lifted his hand.
Tom felt the blow on his cheek.
"Please no! Stop!" he begged.
Tom woke up, saw someone hovering above him, felt their hand on his cheek, and jumped up. He tossed the person under him, pinning their legs with his legs and pinning their arms with his hands to the bed. He was now hovering above them.
Hermione lay there under Tom, scared for her life. He had woken up so suddenly, so violently. He hovered over her, rage and fright coursing through his veins. His eyes tried to adjust to the light as he peered down at the person below him. Who would dare bother him? Who would dare sneak into his room/? Who would dare be in his bed?
His eyes adjusted to the light. Hermione could see his emerald eyes glowing a bit red. Tom looked down at the person. He saw her chocolate brown hair fanned out around her like a halo on the pillow. Her beautiful face had gained its color back. He starred into her cinnamon colored eyes.
"Hermione?" he asked.
"Yes." Hermione replied.
Tom starred at her, his eyes no longer glowing red.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
Hermione didn't know exactly why she was there.
"I couldn't sleep." she heard herself say. "I had to see you."
Tom continued starring at her.
"Me? I thought you wanted to get away from me. I know you saw me." he said coolly.
Hermione's eyes started fog up.
"Why did you do that?" she asked.
"I don't know." he said. "It's just that bitter loneliness I've felt for many years had just consumed me. She was there and vulnerable. I stopped myself when I thought of you. You were my first love and are my only love. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. All those years of thinking you were dead. I tried to find someone like you."
He saw a tear slide down her cheek. He leaned down toward her, gazing deeply into her eyes. He planted his lips on hers. Hermione was first shocked. She felt his lips on hers, but then immediately giving in to his powerful kiss. She felt him release her arms. She took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck and lift herself up a bit, deepening the kiss.
He couldn't help it. It had been too long since he had tasted her lips or been this close to her in so many years. He slid his tongue into her mouth, feeling the warmth of her tongue meet his own. He teased hers, running his tongue up the length of hers.
Hermione gasped. She needed air. She drew in one deep breath before returning back to his delicious lips. She felt his hands run down her, felt them stop at her breasts. Hermione sat up and he followed. Tom began to raise her nightgown. Hermione lifted her arms in the air, allowing him to slip it over her head. He tossed it aside and took in her beauty.
She had on a black bra that hugged her wholesome breasts and a black thong. Her stomach was lean and toned. Her skin was a flawless tanned color. Her arms and legs were nicely shaped as well. He fumbled with unhooking her bra, a contraption he hated most on women. Hermione met his hands and helped him unhook it. He tore it off and cast it aside. Hermione felt his warm mouth on her skin, trailing down from her neck and to her breasts.
Hermione had never slept with anyone before. She was a pure, clean girl who knew that she must save herself for her true love. Well, he was her true love. She remembered many nights they made passionate love. Even then, he was her first. She welcomed all these new feelings, though she knew losing her virginity would be a bit painful. But yet, she felt herself calm and vibrant. She had heard of rare instances where magical people numb themselves from pain whenever they needed it like if a person's arm were ripped off or whatever. Her mind toyed with, saying she was only a virgin in body, but that she was Tom's in soul.
She gasped as his warm tongue made contact with her nipple. She reached down toward his pants and fumbled with his belt. She slid it off, throwing it down. She hastened with his pants button and zipper. He helped her slide his pants off. Those were kicked out of the bed. All he had on were a pair of dark green boxers. Hermione laughed mentally. The Dark Lord with boxers. She kicked off her thong.
Hermione got on Top of Tom. She ran her hands down chest, over his firm abs. Tom watched her, lying on top of him; her beauty too much for him to take. Hermione's hands came to rest on his boxers. She could feel the heat beneath them. She teasingly, slowly slid them down over his strong, lean legs. She tore him from his feet and threw them off the bed. She gazed at his throbbing erection. Tom grabbed the bed sheets as he felt Hermione's warm mouth on his erection. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, teasing the tip with a circular motion. The heat of her mouth and the feel of her tongue massaging him made Tom moan in ecstasy. He grabbed Hermione by the arms and got on top of her.
Hermione gasped as Tom plunged inside her. He began to move in her slowly, then faster and faster. Hermione's hips buckled. She put her arms around him, digging her nails into his back. He moved faster and faster. Hermione began to mover her hips with him, wanting him deeper in her. They were moving in rhythm, faster and faster. Hermione could feel herself reaching her peek. She arched her back as a wave of pleasure and ecstasy explode in her as she reached her peek, gasping and moaning. Tom did the same, trying to catch his breath.
They collapsed on top of each other, dripping with sweat, their chests heaving heavily. Hermione kissed Tom softly.
"I love you." she said.
"I love you, too." he said.