Hermione liked to think that Riddle had nothing to do with the fact she was hiding out in the darkest corner of the library, sulking. But, if we're all being honest with ourselves here, it completely had to do with her new husband. Which, she soon gave up on denying and it forced her even further into a depressive spiral.

She went to the library for comfort, hoping that the smells of the old books and doing some reading would lighten her mood. Or, at the very least, she would be able to do some research to get out of her hellish situation. After reading a few books on the subject, she was instead reminded of the hopelessness of her situation when she couldn't find a single solution to her predicament. Every single book said that all marriage bonds were impossible to reverse, the souls were intertwined and there was absolutely no way to separate them safely and in a way that resulted in even one of the parties surviving.

So, that's why she found herself sulking in the darkest corner of the library, wanting to be left alone to deal with it by herself.

"Oi, Mudblood. How do ya like being bonded to the Dark Lord?" a snobbish, whiny voice teases, snickering darkly at the end.

She hated that voice with a burning passion. "Fuck off, Malfoy. Now is not the time to mess with me. I'll hex your dick off if you keep this shit up."

He noticeably paled at the threat, however, he quickly covered it with an arrogant smirk. "Sure you will. The Dark Lord wouldn't let his Mudblood pet hurt one of his most esteemed followers. He needs the Malfoys and they've been nothing but faithful to him, he would never choose his whore over me."

Hermione could care less about the accusations that Tom cared about Malfoy more than her, no, she cared more about the fact Malfoy was being a shithead and calling her slurs. So, seeing as she was being attacked by someone she really wanted to punch, she did exactly that.

Pulling her fist back, she launched it right at the center of his face. A sickening crack filled the air when her close fist made contact with his upturned nose.

Malfoy reeled back in shock and pain. "You bitch! I'll fucking kill you make you regret ever coming to this school, you filthy, fucking, Mudblood whore!"

"No, I don't think you will," a masculine voice suddenly interrupted. The dominance in his tone sent heat straight into Hermione's core and she had to hold back a visible shiver.

The Head students' heads whipped towards the source and saw Tom leaning against a bookshelf, barely contained anger on his face as he stared right at Malfoy.

"M-my Lord," Malfoy stuttered out in surprise, quickly bowing his head towards him in submission. His face was deathly pale.

Satisfaction at the fact Malfoy was suddenly subdued caused Hermione to barely contain a smirk. She was enjoying it a little too much, which she did have a right to considering the boy had bullied her for her entirety at Hogwarts. Now he was just getting exactly what he deserves.

"Now, Malfoy," Tom started, pushing himself off the bookcase and slowly making his way closer to the blond, venom barely concealed in his eyes. "You know just how much I value things that are mine. I like to have pretty, powerful things and treat them with the utmost care. My wife, Hermione, is no different. I will not tolerate any verbal abuse towards her, so no more slurs from you. Or you might lose a finger or two."

Despite Tom's clear threats of violence and general deadly disposition at the time, all Hermione could think about was how hot Tom was being and how much she wanted to have some very rough sex after he kicks Malfoy's ass. Hermione wanted nothing more than to be in her bedroom with Tom railing her until the bed broke.

Tom's eyes flickered to hers and a flash of lust went through them, indicating that he heard exactly what she just thought. However, his eyes flashed back to their initial rage when he looked back to the still fearful Malfoy, Tom had to still deal with him.

"Hermione, my dear, go ahead and go back to our room. I'll be there shortly. I'd rather not have you witness what I'm going to do, since it might ruin the mood," he threw a toothy grin and a wink her way, despite the undertone of violence that was still clearly in his voice.

Hermione wasn't going to fight him, she didn't particularly want to see exactly what Tom had planned for Malfoy. She could guess that it was definitely violent and she wasn't the biggest fan of blood, and a hot shower sounded heavenly.

As she made her way out of the library she heard a distinctly Malfoy whimper, the same one that she heard anytime he dealt with an unknown or aggressive magical creature. Since she wasn't facing him, she could let the vicious smirk poke through without concern of him antagonizing her.

As Hermione wandered her way back to their– no, her– bedroom, she thought about how Tom defended her so easily. Granted, it was because of an ownership thing, but like, a girl can imagine that it's because he genuinely wants her. Also, she did get off on the whole ownership thing so she wasn't going to fight it. Hermione was much more kinky than she had previously realized. The throbbing in her core was starting to become unbearable, she really needed to stop thinking about Tom

Once she made it back to her room, she headed into her bathroom and turned on the shower. She stripped and got in the shower as soon as it was done heating up. She was initially hopeful that the shower would redirect her thoughts elsewhere, however, she was incorrect about any chance of her horniness going away.

Having decided to take matters into her one hands– or hand in this case– she slides down the shower wall and opens her legs, snaking one hand into her damp folds. She excused her reasoned with this decision by thinking about how long it could take Tom to finish whatever dark and devious torture he was inflicting on the purebloods and how she needed release now.

Two of her fingers slipped easily into her sopping hole without any resistance and she let out a soft moan at that, letting her head gently fall back in preparation. This wasn't Hermione's first experience with self love, she knew exactly what would get her off and the exact way to move her fingers to get her to that bliss.

She focused her thoughts on Tom as she started to create a rhythm, imagining it was Tom's fingers getting her there rather than her own. She imagined him calling her a dirty slut for being so fucking wet at the very idea of him.

Her eyes fluttered close and thought of his fingers creeping a little lower, to her forbidden hole. No one had touched her there before and since he brought it up their first night together, it remained in the back of her mind, a forbidden fantasy.

She sped up her fingers in response, she was so close and she was right on the edge. Deciding to make one aspect of her fantasy come true, she took the index finger of the hand that wasn't several knuckles deep inside her and slowly began to insert it in her dark hole.

That was enough to push her to the edge into orgasmic bliss. She screamed Tom's name as she went slack against the shower wall, panting.

"Now, now, Hermione," a deep voice began, "You know better than to get started without me. I'll have to punish you."