Tom felt his girlfriend fidgeting in his arms.

"What is it?" he gravely muttered.

She stilled and whispered "bathroom."

Sighing he nuzzled the back of her neck and released her from the confines of his arms and legs which had encased her. Rolling over his body made contact with another, momentarily startled before the flash backs from the night before invaded his mind and his hummed to himself sated as he drifted back to sleep.

Some time later Tom stirred, he had woken the the feeling off being encased by a warm mouth. Gingerly opening his eyes he leaned onto his shoulders groggily commenting "Sophia, that's certainly a pleasant way to wake a man up." However, as he took the women nestled between his legs in he realised it was not his girlfriend but Hermione Granger. She released him with a pop as she climbed his body and captured his lips, before breaking away and whispering in his ear "It's Hermione, dear" before tugging on his lobe as her hands continues to play with his member.

Attempting to look unfazed Tom held back a groan as Granger started massaging his balls and as steadily as he could muster asked "where is she?" as he glanced around the room. Hermione shrugged as she looked into his face. Biting her lip for a moment, she contemplated her next words before they spilt from her lips in a flurry "maybe, she was uncomfortable with me being in your bed when she woke and left". Toms eyebrows knitted together. She seemed to enjoy herself last night, so did she run this morning? He internally mused as he lay down again and absently guiding Granger's head towards his member. She took him all expertly, as she moved up and down in slow moves, teasing him. He raised an eye brown as she hollowed out her cheeks and increased her pace. "Fuck" he muttered as his hands tangled her hair. Having felt he entertained her enough and feeling the need to start his day Tom applied greater pressure to her hair and held her roughly in place as he began fucking her mouth. After the initial adjustment she relaxed and began moaning around him. Tom smirked and groaned "my slut, loves to be used by me doesn't she" his words only turned her on as her moans around him intensified. He could feel himself close and with four hard thrusts he had come undone. His seed squirting down her throat as he held her in place "take it all, no spluttering or spitting" he commanded before he released his grip on her hair. She withdrew and opened her mouth showcasing that she had taken everything he gave her before reaching down and licking his tip clean off any residual evidence. Tom sighed in satisfaction as he dropped back and chuckled "good morning, Miss Granger".

As she was recovering he casually rolled out of bed and made his way ti his en-suite. Not caring about the state of the frustrated girl in his bed. He turned on the water with a wave of his hand as he stepped under the warm spray of the shower head. He sighed as the water washed over him, what had he gotten himself into he pondered for a moment. He had a lot of work to do, work Sophia played a crucial role in. Had he sabotaged his plans for a night of pleasure? He was pulled out of his thoughts by two arms wrapping around his waist as he felt her breast push against his back. This little chit was going to be his undoing he half joked to himself as he turned around. She was biting her lip, unsure if she crossed some line by coming to him like this. She had, but he needed to work out his frustrations, he needed a level head for when he spoke to Sophia and he could work his frustrations out on his needy little slut. "Tell me wasn't last night enough for you? Isn't your cunt so sore that it's going to hurt to take me again? Or are you such a needy slut that you need my cock inside you again, stretching you out as I pound you again, the consequences be dammed." She groaned at his words knowing them to be true as he positioned her. Hands against the wall back arched and legs spread apart. She was his for the taking.

"Answer me Hermione" he commanded "are you sore?"

"Yes" she moaned

"and you still want me, to fill you up and fuck you?" he asked.

"Please" she begged as a smirk spread across his face

"I love it when you beg." He replied as he ran one hand up her spine till he reached her neck and tightened his hold of her as he lined himself up feeling her slick heat. His slut was dripping with need as he stretched her, she moaned in both pain and pleasure but still took him. His other hand held her hip in a vice like grip and he begun thrusting at a brutal pace, the needy girl moaning beneath him as she removed one hand form the wall and placed it between her legs, stimulating herself as he deeply moved in and out of her.

"Yes Tom, there…mmmm, yes, right fucking there. Harder." She panted as be bought her to the edge and stilled himself. She desperately tried to move against him as he stilled her hand circling her clit. " I thought you enjoyed being on the edge Hermione, especially after last nights display". She groaned "Tom, please", running his nose along her ear he huskily whispered "I love it when you beg, Sophia is too proud and never does. Seeing you beg and succumb to me is magnificent." She turned her head slightly to him, smirking internally as she thought it's working, I've debased myself in all manner of ways but this may be it. I could take her place by his side and work to stop him from his side. Testing it she responded "I bet I fuck you better than her, satisfy you in ways she can't. That's why you keep coming back." His body stiffened as he pulled back and spun her around so fast that Hermione felt dizzy and did not register the pain as her head hit the tiles. His hand then found her throat and applied pressure as he pushed her back into the tiles as his eyes raged with anger his voice with ice cold fury sneered "don't you ever dare to presume anything about her ever again or speak of her in that way ever again." He applied more pressure on her throat and leaned in and whispered "you will never be able to replace her, forgo any silly fantasy you may hold".

Hermione felt terrified. She never expected this response. No one talked off this girl in her time, no one mentioned the Shafiq family despite them being a sacred twenty-eight. Yet Riddle's behaved so possessively and protectively of her, more so than her simply being one of her toys. Could he actually love her, in his own sick and twisted way? Could Voldermort actually love someone, was he capable of caring for someone beyond himself?

"Do I make myself clear? He ground out. The girl nodded and he realised her as she crumbled to the floor clutching her throat as she spluttered, he continued cleaning himself unfazed and stepped out without a look back at her, as if nothing amiss had taken place.

Signing he got dressed and headed to breakfast. She would be there, she would always keep up appearances no matter what. Therefore, he was not surprised to see her sitting next to Abraxas Malfoy. She was wearing a white blouse, with a cardigan, a skirt which sat just above her knees and boots. He knew she had glamoured the evidence of last nights exploits, before he had made his way to the pair.

Approaching them, on the still rather empty table, it was Sunday after all he sat opposite her. "Sophia" he greeted she turned from her conversation with Abraxas and responded with "Thomas" however it lacked her usual warmth he noted as he watched her sip her tea. Abraxas had also noticed as he raised an eyebrow in Tom's direction. Not wanting to suggest anything was amiss Tom ignored him and loaded food onto his plate. Abraxas began discussing his families upcoming New Years ball. Sophia nodded as she said "I'm meeting our mothers in a few hours, we will be shopping for gowns. I believe Mrs Nott and Black will also be taking their daughters shopping this afternoon." Abraxas nodded before asking "the headmaster has given you and the others permission for this excursion?" Smirking she replied well I believe he is under the impression I will be shopping in Hogsmade and not spending the best part of the afternoon in Paris and Milan." Abraxas snickered before turning to Tom and remarking "the lengths girls will go to for a shopping trip" he exaggerated rolling his eyes as Tom hmmmd watching his girlfriend. She could feel his gaze and she eventually looked at him raising an eyebrow before nonchalantly asking "would you like me to pick up some dress robes if I see any that suit your tastes"

"Why would I need dress robes dear?" She looked at him like he was stupid for a moment "for the Malfoy's New Years Ball"

"Abaraxas, do you think my current dress robes are shabby" he questioned. Abraxas gulped looking between the pair.

"Stop it" she snapped "must you take everything to be an attack on your person. It's dress robes that would have paired with my gown but if you rather not and dress to suggest you are not arriving with company that is absolutely fine" she spat at him before rising and swiftly leaving.

"Fuck" Tom muttered under his breath sending a glare to any students who dared look his way. As he tried to hold back his barely concealed rage, Granger plopped into the recently vacated seat.

"What happened to have Sophia in such a huff?"

Tom glared at her "why the sudden interest in Sophia, Miss Granger?"

She blushed before spluttering "it was an observation, whatever could I be jealous of?"

"I never said jealous, you came up with that all by yourself, isn't that telling. I wonder what it is that you're envious of."

Hermione's blush deepened as Abraxas chuckled, a part of her knew she was jealous of the perfect Sophia Shafiq. This was a girl who had it all and didn't even recognise how privileged she was, Hermione wished she had even a fraction of Sophia's influence, wealth, social standing and dare she admit she was jealous of her claim to the man she sat opposite right now.

Noticing the girls discomfort Abraxas attempted to lighten the mood and invited her to his family's ball. She gaped at him for a moment before stating "this is one of the most notorious events of the year, are you sure your parent will not object to you extending an invitation to me?"

Winking at her he replied "not at all Miss Granger, they will be intrigued to make your acquaintance. In fact I am taking a trip to Hogsmade this afternoon to get some robes fitted for the holidays, care to join me and purchase a dress for yourself?"

Tom rolled his eyes at Abarax's transparent attempt to get her alone, evidently she was oblivious as she smiled and accepted his invitation. Finishing his breakfast, he said his goodbyes and left, maybe he could track down his infuriating girlfriend before she left for her trip.

He searched the library and Slytherin dormitory first, before searching the castle to no avail. Finally accepting she did not wish to be found he return to his personal Head boys quarters to find her sitting on the ottoman. Off course you would be in the last place I searched he huffed, before sitting in his armchair. She put her book down and looked at him, they engaged in some sort of staring contest before she broke, asking "Tom, what do you want from us?" He stared at her for a few more moments, trying to identify where this was coming from. "What exactly are you asking?" She laughed and sadly smiled "Is there a place for me in your plans or do you intend to do it all alone?" He watched her intently as his hands clenched on the arm rests, she doubted him. This he never anticipated. "Do you not wish to remain as my witch? Is this some long winded way to get to that? If that is the case, you may as well get it over with quickly." He saw the hurt flash through her eyes, good he thought, she hurt me first. She recovered quickly, "If you prefer to be a free agent in order to pursue Miss Granger, I understand" she clinically responded before rising and approaching him. She approached the chair leaned down and kissed him on the cheek and turned. Before she could leave the room he had her pinned against the door and sneered "that it? If you leave this room, don't expect me to pine and come after you. The decision you make will be final." He whispered in her ear, the words sharp and commanding, as he held her wrists against the door. She hated herself for it but her breathing become deeper and more erratic, his dominance and proximity to her having that effect upon her. He noticed her reaction and pushed his body further against hers as she closed her eyes and bit her lip to stifle a moan. She felt his smirk against her neck as he began peppering kisses there. In between kisses he paused "who will you try and replace me with? Malfoy, Nott, Rosier, Lestrange, Black, Flint" he listed of as he told her "none of them can satisfy you the way I can, you know that, will play the role of a good pureblood little princess and marry whoever daddy dearest instructs you to?"he taunted. Chuckling he said "they won't fuck you like I do, it won't be hard and rough, no they will save that for their mistresses. You will be treated to soft gentle caress and dearest I know how much you will hate that because beneath the prissy facade you want a man to take you like your his harlot to do with as he pleases". She wanted to be outraged, push him away, but she knew the truth to his words, she adored the way he dominated their exploits, the way he took her, no women of good station should want to be taken like that. No suitable husband would debase his wife to such treatment and in complete honesty she wouldn't let another man take her like that. As much as she knew she was a fool for doing so she trusted Tom. He would exploit it to his advantage she knew, she didn't just trust him she loved this man with ever fibre of her being. Not that she would ever admit it, she wouldn't be vulnerable, she needed him to say it first.

With courage she didn't know she possessed she pulled her arms free, snaked one hand around his neck and tugged his hair with force so his head pulled back, her other hand began caressing him though his trousers. "Say it", she demanded, "say what" he asked confused, "tell me you love me, that is if you do?" His body stilled as he looked directly at her and his eyes bore into her, "is this what this is all about, you're insecurities drove this? You are by my side, I respect you more than anyone." She glared at him and spat, "you were relentless for weeks, you wanted another women in bed, why would that ever make me insecure Tom. I saw the way you looked at her and touched her it wasn't just fucking was it?" Stepping back he sighed and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "Granger is a good fuck Sophia, but that doesn't mean anything."

"So if I asked you to never again go there with her, would you be willing to agree?"

"Why are you so fucking fixated on her?" he snapped as he poured himself a drink.

"Little early to start" she quipped watching him, closing his eyes he controlled his breathing knowing her he knew she was not the kind of girl to back down. Downing his drink in one he turned around and calmly stated "you have no reason to feel threatened, apparently I was wrong in assuming you had an enjoyable experience last night, I won't be requesting her presence to join us again if this is the fallout." Stubbornly she glared at him "joining us" she muttered, he knew she was too smart to miss that.

"Aren't pureblood women taught to tolerate their husbands affairs?" he asked tilting his head.

"You bastard" she snarled sending a jinx his way. It caught his elbow causing him to gasp as he quickly healed himself and marched upon her "I have tolerated enough of this tantrum today that is the last fucking straw, is that clear? Granger, is nothing but a good fuck, I respect you and want you by my side as I achieve my goals. Is that not enough?" Stepping closer to her as she stepped backwards, finally her back hit the door. "No where to run now, you have a decision to make Sophia, what is it?" he growled before moving to the bruises littering her neck and nibbling away. "Stop distracting me" she half heartedly complained as he pushed her legs apart with his knee. "Do you love her?" she asked, it was hardly above a whisper, he wasn't sure she even meant to say it out aloud. He pulled back, looking at her face, she steeled herself pulled back her shoulders and met his gaze. "Am I a means to an end? Is it just the money and connections you seek? If that is all I could come to terms with it, I suppose it's no different to a marriage my family would broker. However, they wouldn't ever pick you Tom, how are you going to convince my family, my father to support you?" Sighing he stepped back again, he needed space to think, process this all. How had she moved from threatening to break up with him to talk of marriage.

He moved to the bar and poured himself another healthy measure, "do you want one?" he asked. He heard her groan as she leaned against the door before muttering "no". Turning around, facing her, he began "love, I don't believe in, maybe I don't understand it it but I believe respect and loyalty are more important. I hold you in great esteem in regards to both of those things, I had thought that was clear."

She looked frustrated, "Tom"

"No, let me finish, I recognise your family is connected and they hold influence, in truth at first that's why I allied myself with you. However, at some point over the years that changed, I will do everything to protect us and provide for us. I will achieve my aims and I want you next to me for that."

"You cannot say things like that Tom, especially when you simply can't tell me whether you love me or not. By your own admission this started as something completely different for you, where are we? What does any of it mean?"

"Where is this all coming from? There is more to this than Granger."

She let out a deep breath before rolling her shoulders, she was steeling herself. He knew he would not like this.

"First promise me you won't do anything rash in reaction to this, you won't hurt anyone. Promise me" she demanded. Taking a sip of his drink, "fine" he bit out, "if this will move all this along then fine because I am already sick of this."

"Abraxas doesn't know, so don't say anything to him or punish him for something that he cannot control." Putting his drink down he walked back to her. "Why would I have reason to teach Abraxas a lesson?"

"I'm telling you that you do not and you will give me your word that no harm will come to him, not from your or any of your hench men." Chuckling he placed his palms flat against the door on either side of her head. Trapping her. Thats what I always enjoyed about you, methodically you cover all the bases, you trueing are a Slytherin in every sense. "Now quit stalling, tell me what I need to know." He leaned in and nibbled her lobe before trailing his way down her neck, one of her hands played with his hair absently. He reached her mouth and released the lip she had been biting before capturing her lips with his. It was hot and hard mixed with need, desire and resentment. She pulled away suddenly said "my father and Lord Malfoy began discussions regarding a marriage contract in the summer, it is due to be finalised and signed over the holidays" she rushed out. She felt his anger roll off him in waves and held his head in her hands, "you promised you would not take your frustrations out on Abaraxas, he doesn't even know. This is about our families planning the line of succession, he hasn't asked for this."

"Not as far as you know" he spat, "do you want it?" he asked after a moment.

"What?"

" I understand why he would be deemed suitable, do you think you could be Mrs Malfoy?"

" Off course I could do it Tom, but do I want to, no."

" Why are you telling me now and not sooner when we could have done something?"

" What could you have done? You don't have sway over the heads of houses, besides I thought Abraxas would have been consulted and put a stop to it. His parents seem to have mistaken our friendship for something else. The other girls are going to get dresses in London, I'm meeting my mother and Lady Malfoy to buy a more extravagant gown. They want to make the announcement at the ball. I was planning on speaking to my mother today, about you, but I'm not sure if you would ever want that. I don't know what to do and then there's Granger, if you want her I guess this makes it easier for everyone. I just don't know!" she shouted as she finally broke down and tears streamed down her face.

"Stop it, you're better than this. Go on the shopping trip, I'll work something out and we will discuss it when you're back. You will need a dress regardless of who escorts you." He wiped away her tear stained face, "you may want to use the bathroom. We can't be showing any weakness." She launched herself at him, her mouth moving roughly against his forcing his mouth open and deepening the kiss. He pushed her against the door and took control. Pinning her arms above her head in one hand as the other held her waist in a vice like grip. Breaking away he growled "you will always be mine, that will be fucking clear for everyone soon enough" before he feasted on her breasts like a starved man. Releasing her arms he picked her up as her legs snaked around his waist, she felt him through his clothes and moaned her back arching as he kissed her neck. "I need you" she whispered gripping his right shoulder as her other hand began undoing his zipper, "now" she said as her hand found him and pumped him a few times. Growling he pushed her further against the door, aligned himself and thrust into her. He pumped in and out in a deliciously painfully slow pattern, she could feel all of him as he hit her in that sweet spot every time. "More" she moaned knowing she need her release. "You know no one will be able to fuck you the way I can, they won't know you the way I do" he smirked before increasing to a frantic pace that had her moaning out loud as her hands dug in his shoulders, her head thrown back as she clung to him whilst riding out her orgasm. He continued thrusting till she recovered. Placing her on her feet she immediately got onto her knees and pulled off her shirt, she knew what he wanted, this was his way of marking her. With a few strokes he ejaculated on her breasts, she gave a gentle lick to the tip as she massaged the evidence of his desire into the tops of her breasts. Watching her she could feel the heat from his gaze as he nonchalantly said, "you are going to be late, we will talk when you're back" as she made her way out he added "and don't forget my robes." Looking back she smirked at him and nodded mouthing "mine".