Yes, I'm incredibly late. I know. I'm awful. I have a lot of problems and just get lost and forget everything and ignore everyone. This chapter is long as fuck. It's also dirty as fuck, so if you're not into that. Skip it I suppose.
Chapter for Private Intentions coming soon as well. I'm honestly surprised I got this done. I just surprise myself in general really. I'm not a great person so whenever something good happens to me, I'm like. Well I did something good.
I hope you like this chapter though, I tried. I'm not really a very good writer but I enjoy writing too much to really care.
Leave reviews though, I like those. I like knowing if I suck or not. Enjoy =)
Tom had been completely prepared for the small trip they had taken, he'd even gone as far as to make an excuse for Hermione to tell her friends why she left so suddenly. St. Mungo's had contacted her (a letter which Tom had magnificently forged) asking her to come up so they might interview her as an intern for the summer. Professor Riddle had to be in that direction and he was nice enough to accompany her to St. Mungo's for her interview.
She wouldn't exactly say she was disappointed the weekend had gone so quickly. Tom seemed to be a completely different person when he was relaxed outside of school. He had taken Hermione around the following morning, showing her a few points of interest in Budapest. He, again, made no mention of his actions the previous night and only showed small affections, in that of a slight touch of hand on her lower back when they had been walking up the step. Hermione soon realized he didn't like to talk much and if he did talk, he liked to talk about himself even less.
"Why did you go to school in Paris?" Tom had taken her to the House of Terror to let her look around.
"That was just where I ended up. I thought I said no more questions about my past." Tom was staring intently at a display which showcased a room of torture.
"I know, but I'm so curious." She shrugged.
"How's about you tell me some more about you, and I'll maybe, just possibly indulge some information about myself to you, within reason." A small smile appeared on his lips.
"You're lying, you won't tell me a thing."
"No, I won't." Hermione felt her heart thud at the very light chuckle that came from his mouth.
"What could you possibly want to know about me anyway? I'm an incredibly dull person." She continued walking on.
"I'd hardly call you dull." He gave her a small frown. "What's your favorite color?"
"I like to alternate, I really do enjoy the colors red and lilac though. Not together of course. What about you? Do you actually enjoy anything?" She teased him.
"You're sense of humor is impeccable," He said sarcastically. "I enjoy green."
"I can definitely see that. It fits you very well." She said smartly. "I've enjoyed this weekend, it'll be a shame to go back to Hogwarts."
"Alas, all good things must come to an end." He quoted, staring off at another display.
She kept quiet as they continued walking through the museum. He didn't ask her any more questions and she didn't ask him anymore. She would have given a thousand galleons to hear him laugh again, but she doubted that it would happen. She really was curious about his past, he had told her very little. It was as if he wanted to tell her as much as he could, without telling her anything at all. She'd been more than happy to answer any of his questions about her, she didn't feel the need to be private around him, or at least not now. Back at school, he was a completely different person, although she was sure it was just to keep up appearances. They finished walking around and Tom guided her to the exit of museum where they would be going to find their portkey home. He led her to the portkey and held his arm out for Hermione to take it, looking at his watch and back at the old soda can in front of them. He waited a minute then nodded for Hermione to go ahead and put a hand on it.
"I've enjoyed this weekend as well, Hermione."
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(The Following Monday Morning)
"Are you telling me, one of your best friends, that St. Mungo's randomly called you away for an interview in the middle of the school year for a weekend? Not only that, but you expect me to believe that Professor Riddle offered to take you?" Ginny's voice held contempt.
"Ginny, honestly. Stop. That's what happened." She had rehearsed the story many times in her head and was almost beginning to believe it herself.
"That's so odd though!" She ran a hand through her hair in exasperation. "That a professor, not just a professor, the professor that hates you more than anyone else, offered to take you somewhere on his own free will?"
"He only took me because he had to travel into London." Hermione countered quickly.
Hermione couldn't exactly tell you how he had done it, but Tom had been planning this for a day or so. He had forged a false letter from St. Mungo's speaking highly of a recommendation she had received and they wished to meet with her immediately. Tom "coincidentally" walked into the teacher's lounge and saw the letter and kindly thought to offer his services since he would be traveling to London that weekend too. It didn't matter that Ginny had actually walked up to McGonagall during breakfast and asked her whether it was true, but Ginny had been scowling at her all day, she didn't believe a word of it.
"I can't believe you're lying to me, I mean of all the people. I would understand lying to Harry and Ron, but me?" Her voice was tinged with disbelief.
"Listen," Hermione whirled around in the hall, ignoring the students who muttered for her to move out of their way and faced Ginny face on. "If you don't want to believe me that's fine, but that's happened. I don't know why you're acting so suspicious. If Riddle hated me so much, why on earth would he take me anywhere anyway? Do you really think Tom would want to be alone with me?"
"Since when do you call him Tom?" The name sounded venomous coming off her lips.
"I didn't mean-ugh!" Hermione turned and began walking away.
She hadn't meant to say Tom and she chastised herself for such a mistake. Ginny was right, why would a student be on first name basis with a professor, that was odd. She ignored Ginny calling after her and made her way to her to first class of the day. Ginny had been bombing her all morning with questions about her trip, trying to catch her in the act of lying. Hermione wasn't stupid, she kept her story straight and remembered all the tiny details that Tom had forced her to repeat to him. A part of her body felt warm when she remembered the very small light kiss he had given her before she walked back to her dorm room on Sunday.
"There you are!" Cormac McLaggen jumped from behind the door of the classroom she was walking into.
"Bloody hell! Cormac! For Merlin's sake!" She cursed, jumping away from him, her neck cracking from whipping to look at him.
"Did you finish you're scroll? I finished it two days ago, it was so easy." He paid no attention to the fact that she was rubbing her neck and glaring at him.
She ignored him, acting like she didn't hear a word he said as she walked over to their seat in the front of the classroom. She found herself searching her mind for a spell that would keep Cormac at a Quidditch pitch length away. As soon as she sat down, she wished for it more than ever. He scooted his chair as inhumanly possible as it would allow him. She sighed loudly, annoyed. She knew the signs she was sending him were going straight over his head rather than smacking him in the face like she so felt like doing.
"I heard around that you got to go to St. Mungo's for an interview as an intern after graduation, which healer did you see?" He moved to put his hand down on her resting one, but she quickly lifted it up before he could set it down.
"Healer Tracey." She said quickly, it was the name Tom had told her to use. A part of her was still wondering how he had procured that name or what he had done to Healer Tracey to make sure he coincided her story.
"Hmmm, I don't think I know him. My parents know a lot of people at Mungo's, they own some share in it." He continued to babble on about his incredibly rich parents and all the places they had money and all the powerful people they knew.
She could have cried with relief with their professor walked into the room and rolled the curtains down to show a slideshow of moving pictures of older magical hexes and curses. Hermione wasn't one to flinch at gore and honestly found many of the pictures, which were quite gruesome, rather fascinating. However, (though she wished it wasn't) Cormac's leg that was leaned against hers had stiffened along with his entire body. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw he had raised his fist to his mouth. His face had taken on a nasty sweaty sheen and he held his fist to his lips like he was holding in vomit.
She felt a very small smile slip onto her lips.
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(The following Friday)
Hermione and Ginny found themselves at odds for the rest of the week. It wasn't something that went unnoticed either, Harry found himself stuck between the two of them. He still spoke to Hermione, but not with Ginny around. He was forced into choosing whether he wanted to take the side of his best friend who he'd known longer than Ginny (something she didn't mind throwing around when they spoke) or his girlfriend who would have no problem kicking Harry to the curb if he took any side but hers (though Hermione knew it was an empty threat).
"She won't even tell me what you two are arguing about, this is all so stupid. Is this some silly girl thing?" Harry was taking his wand from his bag and setting it on the desk next to her.
Hermione found herself self-consciously glancing around the DADA room searching for Tom who was nowhere to be found. She was incredibly appreciate of Ginny not telling Harry why they weren't on speaking terms. It would have been a lot harder lying to all three of her friends, rather than just Ginny. The way things were going between her and Ron, he would tell Lavender who would (no questions asked) tell the entire school that there was possibly something going on between her and Professor Riddle.
"Pray tell me Harry Potter, what does a "Silly girl thing" entail? Did I forget to polish the silver in the kitchen? Maybe painted my toenails the wrong color?" She spoke sarcastically.
"You know that's not what I meant." Harry rolled his eyes. "You guys just have never really acted like this before."
Hermione was getting ready to respond but quickly forgot everything as Tom Riddle had just walked into the room. If someone were to pass Tom in the hall, it would have been easy to assume that he was just an older looking seventh year. She tried to stare at him in a way that portrayed hatred but if anyone had a chance to look over, it might have looked like a weird state of constipated fascination.
He turned and his eyes flashed over her quickly and her heartbeat sped up. She felt her heart flutter even faster when a small smile appeared on his face and his words surprised her even further.
"Qui peut me dire pourquoi certaines malédictions ne fonctionnent que dans certaines langues, ou pourquoi certaines malédictions fonctionnent différemment dans différentes langues?" The language rolled so smoothly off his tongue, you might have guessed it was his first language.
Several of the girls in the room sighed and dreamy looks replaced the usual looks of reproach that they felt towards him. It didn't matter how cruel of a professor he was, someone this handsome speaking the language of love was impossible to ignore. Hermione had to bite her cheek from smiling. He looked around at the students expectantly, waiting for a student to answer him. He turned to Hermione as she expected and spoke again.
"Hermione, dit la classe pourquoi malédictions ont des réactions différentes dans différentes langues." Hermione felt her face redden as many of the heads in the classroom swiveled to stare at her.
"Plusieurs langues ont des significations différentes, tout en un mot en anglais peut être une chose, il pourrait signifier quelque chose de différent dans une autre langue." Hermione felt incredibly proud at the moment, she had not only answered his questions correctly, but in the language he had asked.
"Miss Granger is correct," He nodded at Hermione. "Did anyone understand the questions or answer?"
The room was silent and the students looked back and forth at each other, some looking down at their desk, afraid he might call on them and embarrass them. A few choice students even sent Hermione a glare for being such a know-it-all. She paid them no attention, it wasn't her fault none of the students in the room could speak a second language.
"Many curses will have different meanings in different languages. For instance in French, the spell 'Reproduirest' would mean to replicate something, to copy it, in simple terms, to reproduce. However, that's not to say that most of the spells you use today aren't used everywhere. They are a distant form of Latin carried down for generations. However, different cultures have created different spells which simply cannot be translated into something else. Say you were to try and translate the spells they have created. You'd find it may not do what it's opposite language counterpart would do or either something completely different or maybe nothing at all. You'll find that if you travel to another country, some of the everyday spells you find yourselves using, have been translated into another language simply for cultures sake. " He turned and flicked his wand at the board and a small piece of chalk began to twirl notes onto the board.
The class went on with him giving them several examples of spells in different languages, which was far beyond impressive. Tom seemed to be able to speak over seven (she counted) different languages and flaunted it perfectly with several different spells. He ended class with a 3 foot scroll on spells and their different language counterparts.
"Hermione, wait after class please." Hermione looked up from putting all her things back into her bag.
"What'd you do now?" Harry whispered walking past her to leave. "Want me to wait for you?"
"No, go on. I'll meet you." She shook her head and Harry ran to catch up with Ron who had quickly left the room, sparing no attention to Hermione.
He waited until the last student had left, lingering as though to witness something and he waved his hand at the door, shutting it and locking it from within. He walked over to her and sat on her desk looking at her.
"We will leave in two weeks. You'll need to practice training. I can't afford to take you along and have something happen to you. I can't be your caretake-"
"You don't have to watch over me. I've been doing fine. You know I've gotten a lot better." She quickly interrupted. She knew she had been doing better, last night he'd only gotten her three times as opposed to his usual every time.
"Getting better isn't going to cut in the real world Hermione." His voice dropped several octaves and it sent a shiver down her spine. "When we go out there, I can't tell you what'll be guarding his horocruxes. The slightest mistake could end up in your death, Hermione, and I won't be the one to take the fall for it. If you want to go through with this, you need to show me you can handle what we're going to be facing."
Hermione pursed her lips and stared into her professor's eyes. He was being absolutely serious, though he didn't often joke with her. His face held no compassion and she saw none of the gleam in his eye that she had begun to notice when he looked at her. He gave her such a severe look, Hermione felt that it would cut right through her skin if it could.
"I can do this. You don't have to take care of me, I can do it." She didn't look away. If she wanted Tom to believe that she could go through with something this dangerous without being treated like a child, then she had to man up, 'grow a pair' like Ron used to say to Harry.
"I've been going easy on you Hermione. That stops now. You will get hurt." It almost sounded like a threat and promise mixed together.
"I can handle it." She stood up, coming up eye level with him. "I'm not a doll, you don't have to treat me like I'm some delicate little thing."
His hand come up and she froze, his hand moving to the side of her face to tuck a flyaway strand of hair behind her ear. He stood up, and she still remained frozen, staring him in the eyes. He leaned forward and came down close into her ear, his lips grazing over it. She inhaled deeply, her body shivering from his touch.
"You'll wish I'd had when I'm done with you."
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(Three Days Later)
Tom hadn't been joking when he said he was done taking it easy. She had assumed from the very beginning he was using all his strength and power to duel with her, and she was so utterly wrong. The following week had been so rough on Hermione, she felt herself wincing with every step she took. She'd come to realize that her favorite part of the private lessons with Tom was when he was teaching her dark spells, enchantments, shields, and so forth. She had completely excelled in wand work and the memorization and carrying through of all the spells and such he had been teaching her. However, the dueling just seemed to be getting harder for her every day.
Just yesterday night, Tom had scolded her, telling her she wasn't paying attention and she didn't mean it. Her spells wouldn't work or hurt anyone if she couldn't find the power to build it.
"You're not trying." He gritted through his teeth, his voice prickling with anger.
"I am! This isn't easy! I don't have any experience with this kind of magic and dueling!" She contended. She was sitting on the floor, her head pounding with pain with the amount of concentration she was using.
"No, you're not." He held a hand out helping her up. "This is pathetic and a waste of my time." Hermione flinched, his anger sending hot wires of blood through her veins. "If you can't prove to me that you want this, that you really want to help and learn, then I'm done Hermione. You obviously can't do this and I could be better using this time to be readying myself to destroy the horocruxes rather than sit here with some insolent teenage girl who can barely defend herself."
Something in the back of her head was trying to tell her he was just trying to rile her up, to piss her off, but she couldn't hear it. Her anger welled up inside her, brimming from her skin. She felt her face redden and she raised her wand. She wasn't going to give him any satisfaction. He was wrong and she was going to shove it in his goddamn face.
She didn't wait for Tom to raise his wand, this wasn't practice, this was the real world and if Tom wanted to play dirty and piss her off, then she would do the same. She raised her wand and brought it down, the spell slashing through the air catching Tom by surprise. However, he was able to raise his shield in time blocking it. The power of the spell slamming into his shield so roughly, his body moved back a step.
"That's more like it." A dark smile spread onto his lips and a wicked gleam cast in his eyes.
Hermione felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
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(One Week Later)
"So how'll you keep it up after this week?" Ginny said helpfully from beside her at the table.
It was Hermione who had finally gone to Ginny and begged for forgiveness. While Hermione had kept to the story about going to St. Mungo's (that would just give away too much), she did tell Ginny that she had accepted Private dueling lessons from Professor Riddle with the permission of Professor McGonagall. While Ginny was in shock at how anyone in their right mind would want private lessons from someone like him, she'd believed her story. She had no doubts that Hermione would spend hours with someone she absolutely abhorred to learn something new. Ginny had sworn up and down not to speak a word to anyone, not even Harry.
"I'm not sure, I guess maybe I'll just have permanent detention for the rest of the school year. He doesn't want me to tell anyone because he doesn't want to have to offer the lessons to everyone." She shrugged, since when had she been able to lie so easily?
"Do you think he'll let you go to Hogsmeade this weekend? I know you said you weren't going, but I know they've put some dresses up in the clothing shop and I wanted to look at them." She said in a pleading voice.
"I'll have to ask," She said turning the corner to her Advanced Potion Remedies class. "I wouldn't mind going to look at dresses though, just for fun of course. I still won't be going to the ball."
"Everyone's got dates by now, it's ridiculous. It's still two months away. Neville is already going with Luna, and Lavender with Ron. Course, I doubt they'll be much dancing between the two of them. I swear, lips are locked onto each other's faces every time I see them together." She glanced up at Hermione and quickly changed the subject at the look on her face. "Seamus is going with Nina Chibbar, guess the rumor was true then. It's amazing what boobs can do for you. Padma and Parvati are certainly giving the both of them the cold shoulder, and by cold shoulder I mean, their sending hexes under the table. You saw that a couple days ago? Seamus had to go to Nurse Pomfrey, lost all the bones in left leg like Harry did first year. Padma straight up bragged about it at dinner that night." Ginny seemed to be talking a thousand words per minute.
"How do you know all of this, where am I when all of this stuff happens?" She demanded.
"If you weren't so busy with your private lessons and monumental amounts of school work maybe you would find these things out for yourself." She said haughtily.
"I'd look like a total idiot dressing up for that stupid dance with no date. You said it yourself, everyone's got a date except me." She shrugged it off.
"Maybe Professor Riddle will take you." She elbowed Hermione, waggling her eyebrows.
"Oh ha ha ha, I forgot how charming your sense of humor was." She felt a blush creep up her neck but she ignored it, willing it go away. "Hogsmede is tomorrow so I'll probably go, our practice isn't until night time anyway."
"Listen, if you honestly can't find a partner, I'll share Harry with you. He's a phenomenal dancer if you don't mind have your toes stepped on every time you turn." Ginny smiled.
"Well, if all else fails. Maybe I can still go with Cormac, he'll make good arm candy, won't he?"
"He'd never leave you alone if you went to the ball with him, you'd only make it harder on yourself." Ginny said laughing.
"Speaking of Harry, where is he? He usually meets me for Defense, it's not like him to be late." Hermione glanced around the hallway of the dungeon Ginny had walked with her too.
"He'll find you, don't worry about it." Ginny shrugged walking off and leaving Hermione to walk into the classroom.
Hermione went to her usual seat towards the front of the classroom (which she had reclaimed) and began readying her things.
"Hermione, I don't usually get to sit next to you in here, but the seats open, so why not." Hermione squeezed her eyes shut so hard, she was afraid she would rip her eyelids off.
"Well that's because Harry usually sits with me, he's on his way now." She sounded like she was pleading for it to be true.
She felt a sinking feeling of dread when her professor walked into the room, silencing any whispering that had been taking place. When he turned to face Hermione and then to Cormac who had done his best to get as close as he could to Hermione, his hand resting dangerously close to hers, his eyes flashed darkly before turning away, not sparing her a second glance. She rolled her eyes, tonight was going to be hell. And where the bloody hell is Harry Potter?! She couldn't tell who she was angrier with, herself for being stupid enough to sit at an empty desk when she could've easily sat next to someone else, though her choices were limited, she had no interest in sitting next to a Slytherin.
"Mr. McLaggen," Hermione stared straight down at the book in front of her, trying to imagine it contained the most pertinent information she'd ever read. "Can you tell me why the blood of a Chimera is so important?"
Hermione knew the answer, but she knew very well that Cormac hadn't the slightest idea what a Chimera even was, or where in literature you could find it. She doubted very well he knew the answer, she was tempted to raise her hand, but resisted. She'd learned her lesson the first time.
"No? Can you even tell me what a Chimera is, Mr. McLaggen, or are you too busy trying to win Miss Granger's affections?" Hermione was praying to any god that was listening to please open up a hole in the floor and let her fall into it. "How about you Miss Granger? Are you too busy fawning over Mr. McLaggen or could you tell me what a Chimera is?"
"A Chimera," Hermione hadn't even been this embarrassed the first time he called her out like this. She didn't think jealousy was one of Tom's better suits. "Is a creature stemming from wizarding origin, though it's better known through Greek Mythology from Homer's Iliad. It's an incredibly violent creature, it's native habitat from Greece. Due to it's violent untamable nature, The Ministry of Magic has labeled it with the 5 'X', meaning it's dangerously violent. It's eggs are also considered a Class A non-tradeable material." She wasn't going to tear her gaze away, she could not let this get to her. She knew exactly what he was doing.
"It's good to see your love for Mr. McLaggen doesn't come in the way of your know-it-all attitude. 10 points from Gryffindor for public display of affection. I catch the two of you together again, it'll be detention, and you don't want anymore detention do you Miss Granger?" She was digging her nails into her knees so deeply, she was surprised she couldn't feel bone.
"Yes Professor." She said, her voice a sickly sweet venom.
Tom spared her one last glance, his eyes flashing over, reminding her exactly who she belonged too and the cold glistening from his eyes made her clench her fists even harder. Hermione hardly paid attention for the rest of the period, taking notes but rather doodling than anything important. She didn't even know what was going on between her and her professor. She'd hardly call it dating and she hardly say she belonged to him. He was rarely affectionate with her when they were in private. Nothing had changed, the simple touch, small kisses when she left or other trademarks, but nothing told her what was actually going on. She knew asking to name whatever they had going would mean something of a commitment, and she wasn't sure she was ready to bring that up to him. Obviously, he had no problem whatsoever flaunting to her that he was the one in charge and whatever he said went, half the time there was no point in arguing.
Class ended and Hermione jumped as the students around her began jumping up to leave the classroom, desperate to get out of the room before Riddle's bad mood affected their house in any way. Even the Slytherins weren't dumb enough to fool with him. Hermione didn't move, she pretended to be searching for something in her bag, telling Harry to go on without her. She continued to dig until she heard the door of the classroom close and she finally looked up to meet his gaze.
"That was rude and unnecessary. I did nothing wrong and you know I wasn't doing anything." She stood up, walking over to him. "You didn't have to embarrass me like that."
"I don't share what's mine, Hermione." His voice was cold and final.
"I don't belong to anyone," She snapped. "Certainly not you, I don't even know what we're doing. You don't even know what we're doing!" She shoved a finger into his chest.
Tom stared at her with his lips pursed tightly, his cold calculating anger shooting Hermione daggers. He stared at her for an incredibly long minute, their stances of anger unmoving, as if a silent battle were happening between the two of them. Hermione didn't even flinch when he suddenly raised his wand in his hand to the door, she heard a very familiar clunk of the lock. She took a deep breath when he took a step towards her, his anger still resounding in his body.
"Take your robe off."
"What? Why?" She asked, taken aback.
"Take. Your. Robe. Off." He spoke through his teeth, his eyes threatening.
She stared at him, eyeing him carefully as she shrugged her robe off, setting it on the desk. She wore her school skirt and a short sleeved button up with a sweater vest over it. She had opted for her thigh high socks today, it was cold outside and the castle seemed to absorb in it stones. She gave him an expectant look, as if to say Well, what now?
"Take off the vest." He commanded again. "Don't make me ask again, Hermione." He cut her off as she began to open her mouth to speak.
She kept her eyes trained on his as she pulled her vest over her head. She couldn't exactly say why she was doing what he said. He said nothing, but he came behind her and she stood still, although she didn't feel as nervous as she had before. She knew he wasn't going to hurt her. She jumped slightly when his hand came to her shoulder, she could feel his breath on her ear behind her.
"This belongs to me." He slowly trailed his hand down her arm, and she bit her lip suppressing the urge to sigh softly.
He didn't stop however, his fingers ran back up her bare arm and he closed in behind her. He softly swept her hair to the side and wrapped his arms around her, laying both of them on her stomach. She refused to give him the satisfaction of showing him how much she loved when he touched her. Although, her body had betrayed her, relaxing into his embrace. His fingers moved slowly, unbuttoning down her shirt, letting his fingers tease her bare flesh where they moved down.
He stepped back, pulling off her shirt with it and moved forward again, moving his arms around her.
"This," His hands ran up and down her sides and across her stomach. She was biting her lip, doing her best not to close her eyes and give in. "belongs to me."
He ran his hands up to her chest, running his hands over it, her body shivered, her legs were threatening to give out from under her.
"All of this, belongs to me. Say it Hermione, tell me who your body belongs to." He trailed his mouth across her neck and she couldn't help it, a soft moan escape her mouth. "Say it."
She stood resolute, she refused to answer him. She was sick of letting him take control and letting him boss her around and treat her like a child. She was going to stop it right now...or least she wanted to try. She heard him chuckle in her ear when she shook her head, and it made her blood boil, all of the heat in her body pooled into her lower stomach and she felt the sudden need for something she couldn't exactly explain.
"Don't play hard to get with me Hermione," His hands began to descend and she found herself begging him in her head to keep going, to go lower. "Tell me who your body belongs to."
Hermione kept her lips sealed as his hands traveled down past her navel to the top of her skirt, his fingers skimming the skin above it, her breathing became deeper. His fingers dipped just barely into the hem of it, running across the top, kissing on her neck.
"Say it now." He breathed into her ear.
"Yours." She said breathily, finally giving in as his fingers skimmed a little lower.
His hands paused and she felt a pang of anxiety, don't stop! Why are you stopping?
"Say all of it, exactly like I asked you. I want to hear you say it, Hermione." He brought his hands back and came around, wrapping one hand around her waist and entwining the other in her hair, pulling it back softy so her head was pulled up to face his.
"My body belongs to you." Her face burned slightly at the boldness of the statement, but it didn't feel wrong. The words felt so right coming out of her mouth, she had to say it again. "I belong to you, my body belongs to you."
He didn't reply, rather brought his lips down to hers fiercely. He kept his hand entwined in her hair, his hand behind her pulling her body as close as it would possibly go. She wanted more, she pushed her hands in his robe, her hands eagerly pressing his back so he was as close to her as he could be. He didn't run his tongue across her lips for permission, he didn't have too. He pushed her back so that she sat on the desk behind her, his hands jerking her legs up to come around him. She could feel everything through the thin layer of her panties and his pants.
"Say it again," His teeth tugged on her ear and she moaned as he thrust in between her legs, rubbing her right there. "I want to hear you say it again." His voice was deep and ragged.
"I'm yours." She breathed.
His mouth had moved down her neck towards her chest where he'd simply ripped her bra down to place his mouth over her breast, tonguing her rigid peaks. She moaned when he softly bit her.
"Say it again." He repeated, his mouth coming up and pulling her hair to reach her ear, biting her neck.
"Please, I'm yours Tom, all yours."
Suddenly she felt his hands bring hers down towards his belt buckle and he groaned softly when her hands brushed it and she felt heat fill her cheeks. She'd never actually touched his….she'd never touched anyone's. She slowly ran her hand up and down the length of it and his breath hitched.
"You don't have too." His voice was soft and polite, but she could feel his heart thudding in his chest against hers.
"No, I want too." She pushed him back and he gave her a surprised look. "I want to do this."
He eyed Hermione as she lowered down on her knees, her hands fumbled nervously with his belt buckle. He pressed her hands away softly and undid his pants for her, making no sound as he unzipped his trousers. She felt her cheeks boil when he finally had revealed himself, it stood straight out and Hermione looked up at him nervously. He said nothing, a small smile gracing his lips to encourage her. He wasn't nervous, Hermione knew this was probably not the first time a girl do this to him and that seemed to make her even more nervous. Can I do this? She was questioning herself, the rational part of her brain telling her she should stand up and walk out now. However, there was a deeper darker part of her that told her to reach her hand out and stroke it softly, and Tom seemed to thoroughly enjoy that.
She ran her fingers along it, feeling every vein and gaining some odd pleasure from the softness of the skin covering it and the way his body seemed to shake slightly whenever she touched the head. She looked up at him and she saw that his jaw was clenching, the muscle in his cheek that twitched whenever he was angry was twitching now but there was a hungry gleam in his eyes. She leaned forward and very softly kissed the head, a hot wire of heat shooting through her body when she heard Tom groan softly. She explored further, running her tongue across the veins and across his head, becoming slightly hotter at taste of his intimate skin in her mouth.
She moved forward, taking more of his length into her mouth with each thrust of his hips. His hands had moved forward into her hair and he was moaning readily now, his body moving in tune with her mouth. She couldn't exactly explain why, but she loved it. She loved feeling the way his cock felt sliding across her tongue, the sounds he made, the way he moved, his hands gripping her hair. He was speaking, beginning her to take it all. She gripped the base of his cock, holding steadily, but she pulled back as he pushed down, gagging slightly. He groaned and his hand was gripping her hair so hard, he was pulling it slightly. Suddenly, she felt it in her mouth, he hardened considerably. He began to thrust into her mouth faster, she struggled to keep up with the pace. Her hand working the base of his cock now, timing it with her mouth, moving up as she moved up and down as she move down.
"Almost there, fuck. Hermione, Fuck." His voice was a deep guttural growl.
His body tensed heavily and his cock seemed to also grow in size and then she felt it, she felt it pulsing beneath her hand and it happened. His cum burst into her mouth and she felt it slide down her lip. He held her hair and kept his cock deep in her mouth, forcing her to swallow the hot salty liquid that was filling her mouth.
"God, that feels so fucking good. Goddamnit." He was moaning and his body was trembling, like he was going to fall if he wasn't leaned against the desk.
Hermione finally pulled away, breathing heavily. Her lips burned slightly and she could feel that they were swollen, I can't go to class like this, everyone is going to know what happened. She stood up, her cheeks burning, she had no idea what to say to Tom. Do I say thank you? Does he say thank you? What have we done before?
"You swallowed, that's a good girl." Hermione felt a sudden wetness between her legs, she blushed at the way he spoke to her.
He ran a finger under her lips forcing her to taste what she hadn't swallowed.
He came forward, kissing her hard on the lips, his fingers gripping her face.
"You need to go to your next class, people will get suspicious." He pulled away, buttoning his pants and adjusting himself accordingly. She began to walk back into the back of the classroom to a sink to wash her mouth but he grabbed her. "No, I want you to taste me on your lips all day, go to class."
She nodded her head, still unsure of what she should say. She had never done anything remotely close to that with a boy before, much less her professor. She wanted to say something, anything, but she had no words.
"Hermione," He had walked her to the door, they were standing in front of it and she looked up at him. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something and she felt a sudden rise in her chest. "You're so beautiful."
He ran a hand intimately down the side of her face, stroking it softly. He leaned forward, kissing her softly on the mouth. He held her face, running his thumb over her lips staring into her eyes. She stared back at him, feeling an odd feeling deep down inside of her, though she couldn't say what it was. It burned softly in her chest and she felt something whisper softly in the back of her head, but she wouldn't say it. She would push it away and ignore it for as long as she could, but she was never going to say that she was in love with her professor, not in a million years.
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Hermione awoke that next Saturday morning and she felt different. She was suddenly very aware that she did in fact want to go with Ginny to go to Hogsmede and look at dresses. Ginny was surprised by her sudden enthusiasm to look at dresses but she didn't question it. She more or less welcomed it.
"So, are you going to get a dress for yourself?" Ginny asked as they walked across the bridge to the village.
"I might, it depends if I find something I like." Hermione shrugged, but she knew the answer.
She had randomly decided this morning that she did want to go to the dance, and she didn't care very much that she would be going alone. A part of her liked the thought of Tom seeing her all dressed up in a dress. He would stare at her all night and the idea of it made her a little giddy.
"I can't decide what color I want. I think I might get something black, green makes me look like a Christmas ornament and everything else clashes terribly with my hair. I love my hair but god, when it comes to dressing up, it's a nightmare." Ginny shook her head, tightening her jacket to stop the wind.
"Hey, I said wait up!" Hermione turned around to see Ron and Harry coming up behind them.
"Hello, where've you two been? Up to no good I suppose?" She smiled at Ron, I must be high. He must have thought so too because he returned her smile with a very odd look.
"Ron had to say goodbye to Lavender, she got detention you know?" Harry said, but Ron elbowed him, as though to ask him not to say anymore.
Ginny raised an eyebrow but said nothing more, they continued walking on. Hermione was all too happy to continue speaking and catching up with all the gossip and news that Ginny seemed to acquire.
"Aren't you done with detention then, Hermione?" Harry asked as they entered Hogsmede, moving around the large crowd of students.
"Ah, oh. Yes, I am. Tonight is my last one actually." Hermione had no idea how she was going to keep up the charade from here. Ginny seemed to be thinking along the same lines because she shot Hermione a look.
"Oh good, you know how hard it is to do homework when you aren't around?" Harry laughed.
"You mean, do I know how hard it is to do your own homework?" She shot back.
"It's just nice to have help every now and then."
"We'll meet you up in the Three Broomsticks then?" Ginny asked as they reached the dress store.
"Yeah, I'm not going in there." Ron said shaking his head, staring into the window at all the girls who were tearing the store apart it seemed.
"I'm not sure I want to go in there…" Hermione said watching as more girls entered into the gown shop.
The boys waved so long and Ginny quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the shop. Hermione very quickly remembered why she enjoyed reading and studying over clothes and shopping. It was so much quieter and so less crowded in the library and Hermione felt a pang when she realized how little she had been in the library this year, almost changing her mind about dress shopping in general to turn around and go back up to the school.
There seemed to be dresses and girls flying all around them, she wasn't even sure how they were supposed to find a dress in all this madness. However, the shop must have been enchanted for the building seemed to go on much farther than it appeared from the outside. Ginny led her towards the back of the store but it was still just as crowded, it seemed as though every girl in Hogwarts had decided to come dress shopping today as well.
"Ginny, this is ridiculous. We'll never find anything in this mess." She said wincing as someone's elbow caught her side.
"Just, pile in and grab something and we'll meet up in a dressing room. We can share one." Ginny disappeared back into a gaggle of girls and Hermione stared around helplessly.
She shoved her way into a hallway of dresses and did her best to search through the racks without being elbowed again. She grabbed a black one that looked pretty from the quick glance she got in at it. She grabbed a few more with a quick glance and ended up walking to meet Ginny with five dresses in her hand. She knew right then she didn't care if she didn't like any of them, she was either going home with one of these dresses or she was going naked. She had no intentions of walking back into the mess that was dress shopping.
Ginny must have decided the same thing, her cheeks were red when she bustled through a line of girls to meet Hermione in the line for the dressing rooms. She held a similar sized armful of dresses but she looked angrier than anything.
"Hannah Abbot nearly gave me a black eye trying to grab a dress in front of me. I had half a mind to send a bloody bat bogey hex her way." She grinded her teeth.
"I barely looked at what I grabbed, I just wanted to get out of there. We should have waited a few weeks." Hermione said looking over the head of the girl ahead of her to see how long they would be waiting.
"Everything good would be gone by then. We'd be left with all the dresses from my mother's decade." Ginny rolled her eyes.
They waited probably a half hour before they finally got to a dressing room to start changing into their dresses. Hermione took a moment to pray to whoever was listening for magic. The dressing room was big and contained a wall of mirrors for them to look at the dresses without having to walk out into the mess outside the room. All of the dresses Ginny had grabbed were black and slinky looking and Hermione eyed her enviously, wishing she had the slight curves that made the dresses look breath taking on Ginny.
The Three Broomsticks was about as packed as the dress shop. Hermione clutched Ginny's hand, afraid she'd be brushed away if she let go by the moving crowd of students. Ginny had spotted the boys and began dragging her through people, shoving her way ignoring the remarks of people who she ran into along the way.
"Oi! You two made it out alive." Ron said as they crowded into the booth. Hermione tried her best to ignore the fact that she was now smushed into Ron's side. "Fiona Bellmont came back in and she got blood all over her face, said someone elbowed her in the nose. Had to get someone to fix it for her, prolly broken." Ron took a sip of his butterbeer.
Hermione looked over and saw Fiona sitting at a table with her boyfriend, whose name she was sure was Roland, still self-consciously rubbing her nose.
"Did you get anything?" Harry asked, looking around them as if they were hiding the bags under their jackets.
"Yes, but we kept them there. She'll need to resize them anyway and with the amount of dresses she'll be working on, it'll be a while before they're ready." Hermione looked around trying to spot Madame Rosmerta to get a drink.
"You can have mine if you want, I'll get another." Ron said sliding his glass over to Hermione, his ears turning a slight pink color.
Ginny and Harry seemed to be doing their best to look the opposite direction and find something else to talk about, but Ginny was just as bad as her brother. Hermione could see her ears through her hair, tinged just as pink as her brothers.
"Thank you, I'll buy yours if you want?" Hermione struggled to ignore the small burn that was in her cheeks.
"Can't let a girl buy me a drink, it'd ruin my manhood." Ron said gruffly.
Hermione couldn't help it, she burst out laughing. Soon, all four of them sat at the table, laughing and joking like nothing had ever happened to them. Forgetting all the worries that had plagued them from their past. Not even Tom graced her thoughts. They'd soon lost track of time and when Hermione glanced at the small gold watch on her wrist, an entire two hours had passed.
"I'll give you four galleons Hermione, just one shot, and hey I'll throw in an extra galleon for each addition shot. You can't say you don't like it until you've tried it." Ron begged.
"You don't even have four galleons!" She laughed.
"I'll chip in." Harry looked deadly serious.
"You're all ridiculous…." She shook her head.
"Listen, I'll do it with you. That way you don't look stupid." Ron stood up as if that was final.
As soon as it had been revealed Hermione had never tried firewhiskey, it was like a natural disaster had taken place. To say they were outraged was an understatement. They had become absolutely determined to get her to take just one shot.
"Here's a deal then. You go get the bottle, and for every shot I take, you have to take it too." She said, hoping Ron would call her bluff and decide against it.
"Deal." He walked off, leaving Hermione gaping after him.
"That was stupid, especially for someone as smart as you." Harry shook his head.
Ron returned with two shot glasses and a half full bottle of Ogden's Old firewhiskey, a smug look on his face.
"It's okay if you can only do one shot Hermione, I won't hold it against you." He said as he sat down, pouring the liquid into glasses. "Whenever you're ready then."
She stared at the small shot glass and then back at the very self-satisfied look on his face. Hermione had no intentions of getting drunk before going back to school. She could barely imagine how furious Tom would be if he ran into her and she was smashed, he'd probably never speak to her again.
However, one shot wasn't going to kill her.
She threw it back with quickly, her eyes scrunching at the burn and the taste as it slid down her throat. The burning spread slowly throughout her stomach and seemed like every vein in her body. She felt a weird fuzz coat her head and she heard her friends laughing at her, probably from the look on her face.
"That's awful. Why would you drink that for enjoyment?" She shook her head, trying to clear it.
"So you don't want another one then?" Ron asked, his tone a little too knowing for Hermione.
She stared at the shot glass and thought back to her earlier dilemma, she felt okay after one, and surely one more wouldn't kill her. She grabbed the bottle from Ron and watched the look of surprise as she poured two more shots.
"You wouldn't mind another one then, would you Ronald?"
It was five shots later, totaling an ungodly amount of six shots of firewhiskey. They sat in the Three Broomsticks for another two hours before Harry and Ginny, laughing the whole time at their two very drunk friends, helped walk them out.
"I-I…I told you. I could do it…-hic- I..I can do anything." Hermione held very tightly onto Ron as they attempted to walk back to the school.
"Alright, alright. Shhh, you two are going to get us in trouble." Ginny tried to shush them as her and Harry walked behind.
"You always been so smart Hermione." Ron's words were so slurred it was almost unbelievable he was understandable. "That's why I love you."
"Ron…Ron….I love you too –hic-." Hermione tried stopping to grab him and look at him, but Harry and Ginny wouldn't allow it
"Here…here. You hold my hand." Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and put it in his and immediately tripped over his feet bringing Hermione with him causing them both to breath out in ruckus laughter.
"Help me- Harry! Help me get them up! Stop laughing!" Ginny was now grabbing at Hermione desperately trying to pull her up.
It took Hermione and Ron a good twenty minutes to make it back to the castle, Ginny and Harry desperately trying to keep the two of them quiet to avoid any attention but it wasn't doing much good, several students had stopped to turn and look at the small spectacle the two were making. Several students were whispering to each other, taking very much into account the fact that Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were holding hands and seemed to be all over each other.
"Hermione please, you're going to regret this in the morning." Ginny was looking nervously around, trying now to pry Hermione's hand from Ron's and looking at Harry to help.
"C'mon Ron, let's go upstairs. I'm sure the guys upstairs have a game of exploding snap going." Harry was beginning to take note of the people walking up.
However, the whispering that surrounded them quickly grew very quiet and although Hermione looked around, her head buzzing and cloudy. A small bubble of laughter came from her mouth when she saw the reason. Tom Riddle had come out of the corridor and was watching, a very angry blank look on his face.
She burped a hiccup and even though she couldn't quite control what she was saying or doing, something deep within her mind told her that she needed to try and contain herself.
"Mrs. Granger, Mr. Weasley. What seems to be going on here?" He glanced down and Ginny quickly slapped their hands apart.
The small crowd of students was slowly growing, watching with close interest.
"They've uh…they've had a bit too much to drink and we were just making sure they got to bed." Ginny's voice was quiet and she sent a glare to Ron who had let out a small belch.
"So it seems." His voice was tight and severe, his eyes burned so deeply into Hermione's she actually felt it in her stomach. "30 points from Gryffindor for inappropriate student conduct…each," The surrounding Gryffindor's groaned, some calling out in anger at the two for this stupidity. "Mrs. Granger, you seem to have the wish to spend the rest of your year in Detention. I'm sure you don't mind another month of detention. Mr. Weasley, you'll find yourself with two weeks of detention. Both of you, follow me to Madame Pomfrey. If this corridor isn't clear within the next minute, it'll be five points for every student I see."
Hermione couldn't remember the last time she'd seen the students clear a corridor so fast. She hung her head, tremendous shame and embarrassment surging through the cloudy thoughts she was experiencing. Nobody spoke a word as Tom led them both to the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey made no attempt to hide her disdain as she administered them both a drought to clear their heads. Tom thanked her politely as they left.
"Mr. Weasley, unless you're as incompetent as you are drunk, I believe you can make your way to your common room by yourself." Hermione could now very clearly feel the anger radiating from his body, a part of her wanting to beg to go with Ron.
Ron's face burned a very bright red and she could tell that he was biting his tongue, trying very hard not to say something stupid.
"Night 'mione." He nodded before walking off down the hall.
Tom said nothing as he curtly nodded his head for Hermione to begin to make her way down towards the dungeon. She knew Tom would never purposely hurt her, but there was something in her that told her he was angrier than he'd ever been with her.
However, Tom did not take her to the classroom like she assumed he would. She looked at her watch and saw it was nearly 9:30 at night and opened her mouth to ask but thought better of it when she saw the growing livid look upon his face. He led her up to a tapestry that looked so old and musty, it was amazing it was still even pieced together.
"Abscondo Cubisco." Hermione watched as the tapestry began to melt, molding itself back into the stone wall behind it, melting down and up as if it were running through veins in it. A door began to solidify, black with green surroundings, a heavy metal latch as the knob.
Tom waved his wand over the door and it clicked, opening to reveal a spacious bedroom chamber. The bed was similar to the one that the students had upstairs, but a good bit more spacious. The usual hangings that were around the beds were tied back giving his bed a slightly elegant look. However, she didn't get to finish looking around.
"I don't even know what to say to you. You've completely shown me how exceedingly doltish and simpleminded you really are Hermione. What in the fuck were you doing?"
"You certainly didn't help the situation did you? Calling us out the way you did and making a spectacle out of it?" She pushed back towards him, her face burning with anger.
"You made a spectacle out of yourself, hanging all over that stupid boy like a drunk ass." He spat back, his eyes were burning so intensely she half expected them to catch fire. "You've shown me that you're nothing more than an infantile mess who has yet to grow up. I've no doubts what half this school is saying about you at this moment, and you're the only one to blame."
She felt tears burning into her eyes.
"You're a dickhead Tom! Is that the only reason you brought me down here? To tell me what a complete bint you think I am?" She felt tears sliding down her face and she furiously wiped them away.
He didn't say anything. Tom turned around, running a hand feverishly through his hair, pulling at it. He began to pace the room.
"Stop crying, goddamnit." Hermione was desperately trying to stop the angry tears that were involuntarily coming from her eyes. "Do you understand what you mean to me Hermione? Do you have any idea what you've done to me?" He turned to look at her.
His face had taken on a frantic angry expression, she didn't say anything.
"Do you? Do you've any idea at all? What it's like for me to have to worry about you all the time? To watch you all the time?"
"You don't have to worry about me! I'm not-"
"You're not a child! I know! You think I want too? You think I want to spend all day wondering that you're okay? You think I want to admit how fucking worried I am about next week?! What might happen to you? You think I care to admit how often I actually think about you? You don't think it's at all embarrassing to admit that I can't keep my damn hands off one of my students? That I fucking can't forget about how good you fucking taste? You think I want to see you mashed with your hands all over that Weasley boy? You think I want to admit how embarrassing it is for me to hate to see another boy, just a stupid simple teenage boy, with his hands on you?"
Hermione's mind had completely gone blank. She realized her mouth was open and she shut it, she felt a deep burn in her cheeks, her stomach churning heavily making her feel like her insides were knotted up. She wanted to open her mouth to speak, but felt she might throw up if she did.
"Do you know how hard it is for me to love you Hermione?" He came up to her, grabbing her and forcing her to look at him.
She stared up at him, looking into his eyes, looking for any sign that he might be joking. That he might be testing her.
"What?" It was all she could manage.
"I love you, Hermione." Hermione felt a sudden heavy weight drop into her feet and she felt the words forming at her lips with no hesitation.
"I love you too."
His lips pressed against hers so harshly, it almost hurt. His hand moving around and twisting itself painfully in her hair, pulling her as close to his body as physics would allow. He rammed her back into the door, causing her to groan as the air left her. His hand hitching her leg up, giving no warning as his hand went immediately between her legs, rubbing hard. She moaned aloud, rocking her hips into his hand.
Hermione gasped when he let go, his hands grasping at her clothes to tear them off. Hermione's arms being yanked into the air as he pulled her shirt over her head. Hermione pushed him back, grabbing his shirt and yanking it out of his pants, yanking it open letting buttons fly across the floor. Tom slipped quickly out of his shirt.
He grabbed Hermione, fiercely returning his lips to hers, grabbing her and throwing her up to wrap her legs around him as if she weighed nothing. He wasted no time, unclipping her bra as he carried her to the bed and slammed her down on it. He made to sit up but Hermione clung to him, desperate to keep tasting him, touch him everywhere. He pushed her down, almost ripping the buckle of his pants coming out of them. His kisses were sloppy and heavy as he roughly yanked Hermione's pants off her body.
Tom hands roamed everywhere, following his lips as they bit and sucked every inch of skin they could touch. His mouth burned every place it touched. His voice coming through every time he let up from her skin. I love you. God, I love you so fucking much Hermione. Taste so fucking good. Every inch of you. Tell me you love me. Your breasts are fucking perfect, you're perfect. By the time he had gotten to her hips, she was begging. She needed him, she needed him to touch her.
"Tell me what you want." He sat on his knees, pushing her legs open.
He began rubbing between her legs, his hands expertly rubbing her clit, slipping a finger in quick and hard, causing her to arch her back and moan loudly. He leaned forward, grabbing her chin and forced her to look at him, his eyes looked black.
"Tell me what you want, I want you to look at me and say it," He pushed in again, adding another finger. His hand creating a pattern, pulling out slowly to move up and rub her clit and then push back in quick and hard. "Say it!"
"I want you, please," She begged, her eyes shameless looking into his.
"Tell me what you want!" He pushed his hand hard, her back arching as a loud moan came from her lips. His free hand came and pushed her down, reaching over to grab her chin forcing her to look at him. "Say it."
"Fuck me." Was all that managed to come out of her mouth.
Hermione wasn't going to pretend with anyone, she'd never had sex. She'd never really done much of anything. Tom was her first for everything, but no part of her was upset about it. She also wasn't going to lie when she felt a slight pang of fear as Tom moved up, kissing and keeping his hand rubbing and pressing his fingers inside her. He moved slower as he got closer, still rubbing but his kisses grew slow and steady as he reached her mouth. He moved to position himself and Hermione could feel it, the tip pressing lightly between her legs.
"Are you sure?" Tom was breathing just as heavily as she was, his chest heaving against hers.
Hermione didn't answer at first, she looked at Tom and just stared into his eyes. Hermione could clearly see the blue in them now being so close. Specs of grey littered throughout them and he stared back just as intensely. She couldn't find any reason why this wasn't what she wanted. She felt so tangled and entrapped in what this was. Nothing about this moment screamed that she was just his student, or he was her teacher. Nothing in this moment told her this was wrong. Everything about this felt like it needed to happen, she wanted it to happen. This was meant to happen.
"Yes," Her voice was small, but it held finality.
Tom leaned down, kissing her so fully she felt the breath leave her body. She felt him move and leaned up, his face coming up to look at her. She turned her head, her cheeks burning as she readied herself for it.
"Look at me. Don't look away." He grabbed her face and his eyes pierced into hers.
He moved up slowly and as he moved up, he pushed inside her. He moved as slow as he could, letting himself ease in with each small thrust. Hermione could tell he was pacing himself, trying to control the impulse to just move into her and never stop. Hermione's eyes never left Tom's, his jaw clenching and a small groan every time he moved back inside her. She couldn't describe the feeling, this uncomfortable feeling of being filled in a way she'd never experience for the first time. It didn't quiet hurt, but it didn't quite feel good yet either.
Tom's thrusts became slower, fuller. He finally pressed in and Hermione's moved perfectly in sync with his, and she began to feel it. This unexplainable sensation that made every inch of her skin prickle. His cock filled her so deeply, her legs bending and her fingers digging into his back. He pulled out and slowly pushed back in and she couldn't keep it in or stop herself. Her eyes closed and her back arched as a moan came out of her lips.
"You're so fucking tight, jesus." Tom's teeth with gritted, the small twitch in his jaw showing itself. He groaned as he moved back out. "You feel so fucking good."
She had to have more, she needed him to keep moving. She moved her body with his, desperately pushing into him as he continually worked his cock into her. She almost wanted to cry, the intense pleasure burning all over her skin. His length was perfect, pressing so deeply into her she didn't think it could go any further. Finally, he began to move faster, his thrusts becoming harder.
"Tom, God Tom," She could feel something building in her, pressing into her lower stomach, begging for more. Pleading for him to fill her over and over. She'd lost track of time, their lips constantly reaching out and tasting skin, tasting each other. Their hands roaming wherever they could reach. "Don't stop, please."
"Say my name." He pulled out and thrust so hard, her body bucking beneath his. "Say my name. Tell me who you belong to."
Hermione didn't think she could speak if she wanted too, his thrusts had become so hard and quick she could barely think. All she could concentrate on was this building feeling that was becoming heavier within her, rushing through her veins and burning where it went. She just moaned in response.
"Say it!" His voice was hard and commanding, and he thrusted harder.
Hermione felt it, spreading through her blood and finally it burst inside her. Her eyes bursting open, screaming Tom's name as her body writhed to keep up with the burst of pleasure waving through her body.
"Yours, I belong to you. God Tom. I'm yours, Tom." She was screaming as Tom groaned above her, her cunt constricting and working his cock as she came.
His thrusts never slowed, he just went harder and faster. Working out her orgasm as long as it would allow. She felt almost drunk again, this fire that had burned inside her raging for more, never having enough. Finally, his thrusts gained a new momentum. He was moaning now with Hermione, saying her name, telling her how good her cunt felt, telling her how tight she was, how he could never get enough.
She could feel it all over his body, his muscles tensing beneath her fingers. His cock was hardening within her and his thrusts were so powerful, they were rocking her into the bed causing the bed to hit the wall with such a tremendous sound it was almost unbelievable nobody could hear it. He slammed into her, moaning and she could feel it, this hot liquid spilling inside her. She moved her body, desperate to help work it out. His moans slowed and stopped as Hermione finally stopped moving her body, closing her eyes and breathing.
Tom slowly pulled himself out of Hermione, causing a soft moan to slip from her lips. He fell onto the spot beside her, the only sounds filling the room was their heavy heaving breaths. Hermione could feel a light sheen of sweat coating her entire body, but she couldn't be sure whether it was hers or Tom's. They lay there for a while, laying close to each other breathing and not saying anything. She felt him turn his head and she turned and found him staring at her. She lost track of how long, but they lay there for a bit, staring into each other's eyes without speaking until finally Tom reached up and placed a hand upon her cheek.
"Your love is going to kill me."