Authors Note: So long. Long long chapter. I actually really like it though and I had to force myself to stop writing because I wasn't about to make you guys read a novel for the fifteenth chapter, no matter how much I like it.
Anyway are you surprised that I got two chapters done this quick? Because I am. I'm even close to finishing the start of my new third story, which is a cross over between The Mortal Instruments and Harry Potter. It'll be amazing and of course, as always, it's a Tomione. Maybe one day I'll find a new ship, but today is not that day lol.
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Hermione Granger hadn't been to a dance since her fourth year of school and she remembered it vividly, for it was the dance that she officially had her first kiss with her first actual boyfriend. Viktor Krum had been kind, polite, and an utmost gentleman when he walked her back up the stairs from the dance and placed the smallest most kindly peck upon her lips. She smiled thinking about it, wishing for a time that had been that simple.
Tonight wasn't that simple. Here she was, dressed and prepped to go to a ball and all she could think about was the note that she'd read so many times over and over again that the paper looked worn and crumpled. She had forced herself to leave it upstairs, if she read it anymore it would drive her crazy. The words were inked to the inside of her eyes, where she saw the neat cursive handwriting every time she closed her eyes. A bright blinding purple contrasting to the yellow red in her eyelids with each blink, like she'd been staring into the sun for too long.
She found herself desperately searching for the meaning of the words, was he being honest or was he simply trying to lure her out to help him? If she were truly in danger, how could she possibly leave her friends behind to face it knowing she was perfectly safe? If she were in actual danger, why wouldn't he just tell her to her face? What had happened that he couldn't tell her to her face? If she were in such real danger, why didn't he just physically force her to leave? If he really thought she was in such danger, why would he just let her stay? Did Tom expect her to do nothing? Was she supposed to warn her friends of this upcoming threat, but they would need to know how she even knew of such a thing and that would raise too many questions, questions which she wasn't willing to answer.
"You look gorgeous, God Hermione. I wish I looked like you." Ginny had finally come from the bathroom and was staring Hermione up and down in all her glory.
Hermione had been surprised she'd been able to concentrate on her appearance at all in light of everything that was running through her mind, though she'd done it. Her dress, a beautiful pale pink gown. She'd spent much too much money on it and she still felt rather guilty about it. A long sleeved ball gown, the sleeves sheer lace curling down her arms in beautiful flowered detail, the gown made up of a feathering material billowing down from her waist. The lace meshed across her chest, a large V encased in the lace curving down her chest down meeting the top of feathered gown. She was rather embarrassed by the cleavage, but Ginny had assured her when she bought it that it was classy and beautiful.
Her hair sleeked with a rather disconcerting amount of sleeking potion and pinned intricately around her head into beautiful array of curls that looked glossy and masterful. She found herself staring at her appearance in the mirror feeling a bizarre feeling of unrecognition, the girl in the mirror drastically different than the Hermione she knew. Whether it was the outfit or possibly the woman who looked as though she'd aged ten years in the past few weeks, she couldn't tell.
"Are you ready to go? You better be, we've only have ten minutes until the ball starts and I'm not going to be late." Ginny tapped an impatient heeled foot.
Whether or not Ginny thought so, Hermione thought she beat her by a thousand miles in beauty. Her brilliant orange hair placed into an elaborate up-do on her head and her dress hugging her body in the most illustrious fashion. Like Hermione's, it was a long sleeved gown, the entire dress clung to her body and when turned, the entire back missing, the edges rimmed with small iridescent pearls so that her bare back was hugged by a beautiful curve of them. Hermione felt a surge of jealousy at her body, it was curved in the way Hermione longed for hers to be.
"I guess I am. Although, I'm not too keen at spending my night with Cormac's arm wrapped around me. I hope he doesn't like dancing." She found herself silently praying to whatever God was listening.
"Oh, C'mon. You'll get over it, it's your fault anyway." Ginny grabbed her wand and lifted her dress, tucking the wand into a nicely concealed garter. "Gotta be prepared."
"You ought to use that every day." She laughed as they made their way down the steps of the girl's dormitory.
The reaction Ginny had described to Hermione of her beauty was not lost as they encountered their friends. Harry had no time for Hermione, his eyes glued to Ginny so intensely she felt the need to look away. The intensity his eyes bore into her made Hermione feel as though she'd intruded on a very intimate moment. Ron however was gazing at Hermione like he was seeing her for the first time. His large doe eyes twinkling slightly as if she was emitting some heavenly light, and it quite honestly made Hermione want to punch him in the throat.
"You'll catch flies, honestly Ron." She smiled either way, using her finger to knock his chin back up to close his lips.
Cormac's reaction was exactly as she expected. His eyes glazed over her quickly, as if he were judging her in a Miss Universe competition. He nodded at her his mouth forming a handsome smile as he spoke to her.
"You look ravishing Hermione, we'll be perfect for each other. I do say, this suit fits me quite well." She felt her head burning when his arm hooked with hers. "You might have to watch out, lots of women were quite upset I didn't take them and it'll be hard for them to keep their eyes off of me.
"Oh for the love of God." She muttered under her breath.
Hermione found herself desperately glancing back to her friends who were in no way, shape, or form attempting to hide their amusement at the state of her and her date. Cormac continued to speak highly of himself as they made their way to the Great Hall. Apparently he was a phenomenal dancer and would of course understand if Hermione couldn't keep up, but he did ask that she didn't step on his toes, his shoes were quite new you know? By the time they had reached the staircase, Ron's face was positively red and his eyes tearing up with laughter, Harry and Ginny's faces no different. While Hermione's face was also red, it was definitely not with that of joy from laughing.
They reached the Great Hall and she found her mind completely cutting off Cormac, taking in the beautiful visuals and details that had gone into the large room for decoration. The ceiling had been enchanted and fat beautiful fluffy snowflakes fell gently from the ceiling, melting right before they hit the heads of the patrons below. The entire hall decorate in white, beautiful blossoms of red and green pointedly placed around the room, giving such a strong urge of Christmas she felt suddenly at home.
However, the room kept her attention for only a minute for her eyes wandered, moving as if they knew exactly where to find him and they did, in less than a second. Scanning for a moment and then meeting his blue eyes with a savage blast, her breath stopping in her throat. It was a wild look, a look so lined with a lust that she could feel it melting her insides, curling into coils in her stomach forcing her to feel his hunger. She scanned his body and felt her legs threatening to give before her, his body held perfectly in his black dress robes. His hair parted and styled more meticulously, the robes showing off a different more formal form of his body that made her fingers twitch to feel it.
It was a staring contest, neither of them bothering to blink, afraid to break the connection of electricity that was coercing them to accept what they were feeling; to show them there was never a point in resisting. Then Cormac pulled at her, obliging her to turn away and follow him and she realized that she hadn't taken a breath as she heaved in a dense lungful of air. She realized that her body was shaking slightly, terrified by the current that the moment had given her. She finally understood, she couldn't ever stop, he would always be there to show her. She would always belong to him and no matter who she was with, what she was doing, or what she said, she would never escape that feeling, that intensity.
Her attention was distracted momentarily when they reached their table, a round table covered in a lovely white tablecloth with a heavily ornate centerpiece. She sat down, her body thankful for the chair, she didn't she would have been able to stand any longer even if her legs had wanted her too. She saw a lovely glass decanter on the table and implored that the golden liquid inside was a heavy alcohol and found great disappointment when it was only butterbeer. Her friends found their ways over to the table and took their places, the great hall filling with more and more students, laden in beautiful gowns and black formal dress robes. She however paid no attention and found her eyes moving around the dining hall again, looking for him, scanning for the wavy black hair and blue eyes that never would leave her alone.
"My father's really outdone himself this year, this place looks great." Cormac was again, going on and on about himself and his family and Hermione did her best to shut him out, but she was saved.
McGonagall had stepped up to the podium, the staff table behind them now weighed down with their professors and Hermione found him, his eyes meeting hers at the moment she caught him, as if he'd been waiting. She tuned out the words that were coming from McGonagall's mouth, the sound of it a light murmur in the back of her head. His gaze hadn't differed, a hunger that was almost blinding and made her throat dry, her tongue swollen in her mouth. The entire room might have disappeared and she never wouldn't have noticed, her gaze so firmly locked into his, drowning in the intensity of it. Even when McGonagall had finished and Tom began to clap lightly, his line of vision never strayed. She was going to be sick.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Cormac was obscenely close to her body and when his moist breath hit her ear, she shivered and turned so abruptly she might have snapped her own neck.
A rather hefty plate of food had made appeared on her plate but the sight of it made her feel sick and she instead took to pushing it around with her fork, doing her best to ignore the feeling that she had two daggers digging into the back of her neck. She wanted nothing more in this moment than to fill her body with the strongest alcohol wizarding money could buy her and felt an abundant disappointment that there seemed to be no bar at this ball.
"Oh, they've started the music, it's time for the first dance!' Ginny looked up in excitement and Hermione turned to watch as Professor McGonagall was led out onto the dance floor by a man from the ministry she didn't recognize but he was rather handsome for his age.
They twirled gracefully across the ballroom floor and soon several other couples joined them, professors and students alike. Soon Ginny was pulling at Harry's arm forcing him to get up and take her dancing and then a sense of dread broke over her as she realized what was coming next.
"Well, I hope you're ready Hermione. I do hate to brag, but all eyes with be on me." She should have stayed in her dorm sick, why had she even subjected herself to this?
No matter, she stood up and allowed herself to be led onto the dance floor and even though she found herself body progressively trying to turn itself inside out at Cormac's hands placed upon her waist and her hand. She couldn't have said she was expecting anything different; Cormac swung her around aggressively and at a pace so quickly she was lucky she didn't trip on her dress. She lost count after six of how many times he had stepped or ran into her feet. Finally, two dances later she decided she needed a break. She eyed Ginny dangerously who had taken to giggling thickly at the table with Ron and Harry as she made her way over. She wasn't remotely upset when another girl gladly took her place, if anything she felt a sense of relief.
Her relief was short lived and she was only able to get in three large glassfuls of butterbeer before he came searching for her, pulling her back to the dance floor. The song, thankfully, was slower paced and now she was forced to ordeal Cormac doing his best to press every inch of his slimy body against hers and she felt her stomach squirming with the little she'd put it in. His slow dancing was just as expert as was his waltz, simply rocking her back and forth in the same spot but her attention waned and then she caught his glance again.
This time, his face held a small smile like he was laughing at her. She narrowed her eyes and the smile widened slightly, he'd been watching the entire ordeal with a sick sense of amusement. Suddenly from much below her line of comfort, she felt hands slide down past the low of her back and squeeze her softly and she jumped back, smacking Cormac on the shoulder. When she resumed their awkward rocking, she saw that his grin had blown into a full grown smile, he was making fun of her, laughing at her expense.
Hermione was grateful to look away when the song ended and allowed another lady to receive her date, hopefully for the last time as she made her way to her friends who had reappeared at their table.
"Hopefully she'll keep him for the rest of the night, he copped a feel and I don't think I can take another minute of it." She took a large heaving breath taking a seat next to Ron.
"I think half the school saw that, you'll have trouble living that down. At least you smacked him afterwards though, I hate to see how far he'd have gone if you hadn't." Harry laughed.
"You're all truly terrible friends, I hate all of you." She found herself laughing with them anyway.
Eventually, she allowed herself to dance and enjoy the remainder of the night with her friends. She'd lost complete sight of Cormac and found herself bouncing around and enjoying the night to the best of her abilities with her friends. She even enjoyed a rather nice slow dance with Ron.
"You'll give me the honor of this dance?" Ron smiled at her, holding out a hand smiling.
Hermione smiled at him, a feeling of warmth spreading across her chest, a feeling of something that had once been and she nodded. Harry and Ginny had already reached the floor, swaying softly in each other's arms and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears. Ron placed a soft hand upon her waist and pulled her close and she allowed him to wrap his other arm in her hand. Unlike when she'd danced with Cormac, she felt rather warm and comfortable.
"You look really pretty tonight, Hermione." Ron's voice was quiet in her ear and they moved slowly in circles, just lazily moving to the lenient classical music.
She didn't say anything, just smiled and continued to enjoy the feeling she was experiencing. The feeling that everything was normal for a moment and that Hermione and her friends were in a simpler time before anything had been destroyed, before anyone had been killed. Ron moved her around and her eyes glanced around the room watching the couples that held each other. She found herself smiling when she caught sight of Ginny and Harry, laughing softly at something the other was saying.
Ron turned her more and her eyes caught Tom's, the hunger still lurking in the depths. He was speaking to the man that had been dancing with McGonagall. He was watching her closely, glancing down at the close intimate way Ron was holding her and then back to her eyes. She knew that whatever jealousy he might be having was simply due the fact that a man that wasn't him was holding her. His blue eyes singed into hers until Ron swept her away from his gaze.
"Do you ever miss us?" Ron's question caught her off guard but she kept her head on his shoulder.
"I miss us before anything changed. I miss sitting in the dorm room bickering with you about everything from the way you tied your shoes to the way you spoke. Everything's so different now…" She unconsciously dug her fingers into him, as if clinging to him. "I'm afraid everything is going to end now."
"We'll always be here you know, no matter what." She held tighter, fighting the tight feeling that had formed in her chest, ignoring the burning in her eyes. "I miss you."
She didn't respond, instead they just swayed quietly holding each other as if trying to cling to what had left, sitting for a moment longer after the song had ended. Though his hand lingered in hers for a good time after that, even when the song had changed the floor had packed with multitudes of dancing, jumping students.
By the time she decided to take her shoes off and walk back up to the common room, it was nearly mid-night and she had lost her shoes somewhere in the ballroom which was beginning to empty out now, though a rather large crowd of people still remained. She'd nodded off to her friends, urging them to go on while she searched for the heels she was so positive she'd left near the table.
Her shoes had somehow walked their way out the hall and although she knew she needed to go back to her dorm she found herself wandering the empty hallways surrounding the outdoor courtyards, marveling at the moonlight reflecting off the snow. The trees were coated in a soft layer of snow and a light new layer was being added by the light fall of flakes that was blowing softly in the breeze. Large vines of Christmas garland wrapped in ivy and large blooming poinsettias. The air was glacial and compared to the heat that had appeared in the great hall, it felt welcoming against her skin. The sheer fabric covering her arms and most of her chest and cleavage tingling with goosebumps from the light gust that blew from the open corridor.
"Hermione, wait." She grimaced at the voice, she'd been so excited at the thought she'd lost him for the rest of the night.
"Oh, Cormac, hello." She turned slowly trying to bring a smile onto her face but it wasn't working as well as she wanted.
"I didn't get to say goodnight." He was giving her an odd smile and she felt a sense of panic in her throat.
"Oh, well…Goodnight I suppose. I'm rather tired, I'm just going back to the common. You can go back to the dance." She continued to edge backwards hoping that he would take the hint, but he continued to come forward.
"Oh, how fortunate…a mistletoe." She closed her eyes and forced herself to look up, hoping he was just joking. He wasn't, a large hanging mistletoe sitting right over her head. "I guess I'll have to kiss you goodnight."
"Oh, no. You don't have to-"She was cut off by him grabbing her forcefully and pressing thick lips that were abundant with saliva. However, the kiss wasn't what had grabbed her focus, instead it was the dark obsidian eyes that were narrowed into small furious slits behind them, watching with an obscene anger.
She wasn't sure how long she let Cormac kiss her, it might have been a minute or so before he finally deemed appropriate to intervene, and she could feel the anger radiating before he even spoke.
"That'll be twenty points from the both of you. You both know very well public displays of affection aren't allowed on school grounds, especially Miss Granger." He spat her name out as if it burned his lips.
"Sir, Sorry sir. I'll see you tomorrow Hermione." Cormac quickly running off, leaving her alone with her professor in the empty hallway, leaving her very alone with all his anger.
"I guess you enjoyed his company much more than you led on. Nice of him to leave you alone like that though." His tone icy with contempt.
"I hardly think that's any of your business." She smarted back. "I'm free to do what I want with my date."
"Oh please, spare me your lies. You looked like you were ready to vomit the entire night, it was a disgusting spectacle."
"You hardly one to speak, watching me the entire night the way you did."
"Oh, and you weren't staring back? I don't seem to recall a moment where you weren't returning the gesture, it's a two way street Hermione." He snapped. She felt a light flush on her cheeks and made to turn away but he grabbed her arm, forcing her to stay where she was. "Besides, there's no way you dressed yourself up like this for him."
"Who's to say I dressed up for anyone? Why can't I have dressed up for myself?" Although it had been rather chilly a second ago, she realized she was feeling a tad heated at the moment.
He didn't respond, instead he moved closer examining her carefully, coming around her. His eyes trailing all across her skin, and she could feel their every movement; like fingers teasing across her body. When his finger finally did touch her she could feel the warm caress through the sheer fabric and she shivered deeply, feeling it deep within herself. She knew she ought to push him away, but it'd been weeks and she felt helpless. His touch felt hot and heavy and her body betrayed her, leaning into it while her eyes closed in an attempt to inhale the feeling of it.
"Too beautiful to go to waste." His whisper brushed across her ear and she bit her lip to keep her heavy breathing to a minimum; she had to get away from him. "Such a shame…"
She realized that her eyes were closed, as if closing them would somehow make him disappear, to make him go away or at least help her resist. She felt her breath rush from her body when she was suddenly pushed forward and her lower back hit something hard. She opened her eyes just as he forced her up, pushing her to sit on the ledge of the gate that surrounded the courtyard, snow softly hitting her back and raising her goosebumps once again. She found herself face to face with him, his lips so close to hers it hurt. His hands had lifted the heavy skirt of her dress up, allowing himself to come firmly between her legs, forcing her to feel his excitement.
"T-Tom…" Her voice was a whisper, more of a breath than sound.
"I won't let it go to waste." His lips closed in and one hand rested under her gown, clenching her leg with a vice like grip, the other plunging into the soft curls she'd spent so long on, his fingers pulling pins and causing the precarious up-do to come tumbling down. His fingers pulled harder at it and his mouth ripped down the side of her neck, his hunger so coarse that it hurt.
"Tom, please." Though in the back of her mind, she'd meant the words to come out in a pleading fashion, to tell him to stop; they didn't leave her mouth in that manner.
Her words left in a breathy moan, as if begging for more. She bit her lip to stop herself, she might cry if he stopped, might break in half. His pelvis grinded into her, whether for his benefit or for hers they both relished in it. She could feel it and she knew he could too, the wetness that had built between her legs, the wetness that seemed to increase with every thrust. His teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her neck, then sucking to mend the pain. It was becoming too hot, her skin too sensitive, his touch to rough and she couldn't take it, but she couldn't stop.
She could never stop, this hunger dug too deep into her skin, this intense thirst for his touch that wouldn't seem to die. His hands moved from her hair down to the middle of her back and she felt him push her back, his hand holding her weight as he leaned her back over the wall. His hand came from under her skirt and ripped tearing the lace that covered the large V of her dress. His lips tore down her chest, using his nose to nudge aside the fabric that covered her bare breast and she gasped loudly when his lips pressed over her hard peaks.
He bit down and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning aloud, desperate to keep quiet. He seemed to want quite the opposite, his mouth terrorizing her as if he needed to hear it, needed to hear how bad she wanted him. Then as suddenly as he was there, he pulled away and she felt a hardy chill come across her body where his had been. She opened her eyes and his hands reached up grabbing her face to kiss her so roughly it heaved the breath from her chest. His hands were raking across her body as if he were searching for something that wasn't there. The heat so heavy that she felt like she was suffocating, her head so cloudy and shaken her mouth wouldn't form full sentences.
Tom's moved a hand down so that one was grasping her by her hair the back of her head and neck while his moved to plunge beneath the layers of her gown between her legs. Her body reached shamelessly, pushing her hips forward to meet his hand desperate for the skin contact. When his fingers finally pressed against the outside of her panties, a breathy moan in the form of his name pressed from her lips; his palm and fingers felt hot and heavy against the wet fabric. His lips moved from Hermione's mouth trailing dense bites and kisses until he reached her ear, his fingers rubbing hard against the fabric between her legs.
"Tell me you love it, say it." His breath was coming out ragged and shaking, like he had to struggle to speak coherently. "Tell me how much you love my fucking touch."
If Hermione had heard or seen this scene from an outside perspective, it might've looked as though she were crying, her breaths and moans coming out in such a rugged guttural fashion, frantically trying to find words somewhere in the mess of that was her mind. Tom's hand was urgent, his hand resting on the very upper corner of her thigh now rubbing his thumb hard up and down against the thin fabric covering her slit, working her body from one finger.
"Say it, I need to hear you say it. Tell me, tell me how bad you need me. I want to hear you say- Fuck!" Hermione's hand had moved down to the front of his pants to rub the straining bulge that was pressing against his pants, begging for release.
The feeling of his need in her hand pushing her even more, her fingers grasping it in and rolling it over and over against her palm while his fingers pushed harder against her. She pushed her hips into his hand once more and then he stopped, his fingers curling around her panties, his fingers brushing against the wet sensitive skin of her folds as he fisted around her panties. He ripped his hand back ripping the panties from her body, tearing them off of her body as if it were nothing but tissue paper. When his fingers finally came back to push into her cunt, she almost screamed. Her back arched and the snow caught on her face and neck sending chills across her body contrasting the burning heat that was spreading from her stomach and middle legs curling through her body.
Tom's fingers were relentless, one finger curling inside her motioning inside of her as if beckoning her moans, eliciting his name from her over and over again. His second finger entered and Hermione's eyes burst open, clenching the fabric of his dress shirt while her body rocked with an orgasm that curled her toes. Tom's face was that of extreme concentration, his eyes raking her body and her face as if nothing in this world mattered more than the way she moved and worked her body against his fingers. His fingers slipped out and she gasped but then he pushed again, adding a third finger and shoving his hand into her so hard, his other hand was forced to come up and cover her mouth, quieting the loud moan that slipped from her lips. He leaned forward, his hand making a slow pace of sliding out as slow as he could, then pushing back in hard.
"You're so fucking wet, Christ. So fucking tight and wet." His lips were against her ear and her body was struggling to deal with all the sensations. "Tell me how bad you need me, I need to hear you say it, Hermione. I need you to tell me. Tell me who you belong too, how much you love me. You have to say it, say it" His fingers shoved into her at the end of her sentence and she moaned through the hand that covered her mouth.
"Tom, please…" His fingers relaxed when she spoke giving her the chance to answer his question, but her mind was still reeling and her body was begging for the torture to stop, she needed to feel him inside her, her body screamed for it. "Please, God."
Tom stopped suddenly, his fingers resting inside of her causing her hips to move against her will trying to ride herself out on his hand desperate for the sensation but he pulled away, glancing up and down the hallway and behind him. She stopped moving and looked, did he see something? Her question was answered quickly, he grabbed her pulling her down from the ledge but his lips met with hers before she could question him, twirling her around and pushing her backwards. She felt his hand move away and heard the familiar sound of a lock clicking and a door opening.
Tom pushed her rough and she staggered back into an empty dark classroom where she only had mere seconds to look around before she heard the door lock again and Tom was against her, his body urging her back until she felt a desk hit her and then she was shoved around, forcing to bend over against the desk. Tom's hand pulled her back up by her hair and she moaned, the pain sending shots of electricity through her body heating the scalding pool in her stomach. The folds of her dress were being lifted and the loud clank of a belt buckle sounding throughout the silent room, merging with the heavy breathing that was heaving from their lungs.
Tom's hand came between her legs and shoved his fingers back into her again, a moan spilling from her mouth. The next breath from his mouth was ragged, feeling her so hot and tight for him making Tom feel as though he'd somehow gone insane, this girl was driving him insane. Hermione gasped when she felt Tom's excitement press against the soft smooth skin of her inner thigh. The head sliding itself into the tight wet slit rubbing back and forth, teasing her cunt mercilessly.
"No teasing, Tom please." She begged her body pushing back trying to fill itself, needing him to make her feel full again.
"Say it Hermione, you have to say it." She could tell from the way he spoke, he was speaking through gritted teeth. He was trying to keep his composure even though his continual rubbing of his head teasing her was doing him just as much harm as her. His hand moved up and pulled at her hair again, forcing her up against his chest and his head moving barely an inch into her tight folds. "Say it."
You know that moment where everything sort of falls into place, like when you're trying to solve a riddle and you just can't think of it? Everything just seems odd and out of place and you just sit there staring at the paper trying to understand the stupid question. Everyone around you seems to be understanding it and you're still sitting there just staring at the damn paper not seeing how it even makes sense. Then you start to panic, because you feel like you're the last one working on it and everyone is going to finish before you, so you try to think harder and faster but it just confuses you more? The more you try to think the more panicked you become? Almost like when you're in the last minute of a test and you still have five questions left so you try to rush to finish.
Then suddenly, it hits you. Everything stops and it all clicks and that sense of magical relief washes over you, you smile realizing how silly you were because the answer was right there, right there in front of you the whole time. Now everything makes sense and you can't believe that you didn't see it the first time? That relief washes all over your body as you write the answer and your stomach still feels twisted though, the panic of the race to the answer still lingering in your blood and the remnants of adrenaline pumping into your veins.
Hermione's brain clicked and everything stopped for a moment. Tom's breath in her ear was pushed out, the only sound her rushing blood and the heavy pumping of her heartbeat throbbing in her chest. Her eyes seem to cloud over and for a moment it was as if her entire body seemed to float away from what was happening. This was it, this was where she was supposed to be, not this location, no. This man standing behind her, his hands fit perfectly no matter where they touched, his lips sending small shots of fierce electricity that made her know she was alive and this was the now. Every time he was near, she could sense it like he was a part of her, her eyes knowing exactly where to go and how to find him. This was who she needed, there would never be anyone else.
No one else would ever make her feel this way, make her feel the way he did. He was who made her truly complete and she would never be happy, truly fully happy unless she knew she belonged to him. He knew it too, knew who she belonged too. Tom knew very well who Hermione Granger belonged too and this was the moment, the moment where she would say it and she would truly understand that after tonight, there would never be any going back. After tonight, it would only be moving forward, she couldn't pull away and she would never be able to change her mind. This was the moment where she had to decide and it was so clear in her head that she couldn't have given another answer even if it killed her, she couldn't say no and walk away no matter the circumstances. He was it, this was their infinity, and he was her infinity. It all snapped into her head and she could see everything for how it was, her mind pushing through any indifference, any confusion, any questions and she knew, she knew.
"I love you, only you." Her voice was clear and strong and the clarity made Tom falter, for it was then that he understood the meaning, understood the lucidity behind her words. "I need you, Tom. Please, I need you more than anything. I'm yours, forever, please Tom."
Tom didn't wait, his chest still heaving against hers and he pushed into her. It was different, unlike any of the other times, every inch felt so much deeper, more filling. The heat and the emotions pouring off him into her made her thoughts clash with clarity and she was hit with such an overwhelming sensation of pleasure and emotion that she could have cried. She was still leaned up against his chest and his lips were against her ear, whispering anything and everything that they both needed to hear.
"Always, Hermione…always mine…you feel so good, so tight….never leave me…always mine…you always belong to me…love you so much...say it again, tell me you love me." His hot breath on her ear pushed her even farther over the edge.
Her moans were cascading out, words and moans intermingling to tell Tom what he needed, to tell him how she felt, to tell him she could never stop, begging him to never stop. It was all too much, his touch, his slow deliberate thrusts, each plunge marking her further as his. His thrusts became more driven and she could feel it first in her toes, then surging through her legs. It was as if she could feel every single vein, every blood vessel, every artery, every organ pumping with this hot adrenaline and electricity and her body refused to let it stop, refused to slow down. With each movement inside of her, it built and her moans became more pronounced, her cunt tightening around Tom's thick cock.
She clenched her body trying desperately to hold it in, to make this moment last longer, to keep this sensation that she could never get enough of. She could feel it from Tom, his shaft hardening with each passing second and the tensing of his muscles against her body, his words becoming incomprehensible and his moans becoming needy. With every passing second, her body tightening around him and his growing harder to match, it began to reach the very pit of her stomach and she move ceaselessly against him begging for it to come.
Then it came, it came so hard and sudden they would have never been prepared for it because it was so different than anything they'd done before. It was so much deeper and held so much more and it attacked her from every angle. Her mind swirling as though she could have passed out, her fingers clenching the table in front of her hard enough to gouge her nails into the wood. Tom's mouth moved low biting into the soft skin on her neck and she screamed, uncaring of if anyone would hear. Tom's teeth bit roughly into her skin as his body gyrated into hers as hard as it would go pumping into her and filling her as much as his body would allow, his mouth sucked onto the skin leaving what would be a heavy purple bruise like mark for everyone to see. Hermione was seeing stars, her eyes closing to try and keep herself in this moment, to not her body slip away from her so she could feel every second of whatever this was, whatever they'd become.
However, the moment didn't last.
*BOOM*
They both jumped, a loud crashing and booming sound came from all around them, shaking the desks and the room they were in. Tom's body stiffened and held his head up and he took a step back leaving Hermione breathing and gasping from the sudden emptiness.
"What was that?" Hermione didn't have to wait for an answer, for unexpectedly what seemed like hundreds of screams began echoing from where outside the classroom doors where they were hidden.
"Stay here." Tom's voice had lost any of the emotion it held a second ago, his tone taking one of complete authority.
"But-"
"I said stay here." She turned to look at him and his eyes glazed over, his voice poisonous with command and she didn't argue. "No matter what you hear, do not leave this room. Do you understand, Hermione?"
She stared at him, there was no way she could just stay in this room and hide like some stupid damsel in distress while whatever was happening out there could have been hurting her friends, there was no way.
"Hermione, I need you to tell me yes. I need you to stay here, please." His voice sounded slightly desperate.
"Fine!" She knew she was lying and she felt he knew it too, his eyes narrowed at her but he didn't say anything else, turning to walk quickly from the room. The door locked and she heard a swooshing sound from it.
She waited a minute or two, her breath picking up as more screams sounded, more loud crashing and booms from the outside. Hermione grabbed her wand from the small pocket she'd made in her dress to carry it and pulled on the door but it didn't budge. She moved back from the door.
"Alohomora!" The door made no sound and she grabbed for it again but nothing happened, he'd charmed the damn thing permanently shut.
Heavy burning adrenaline was beginning to fill her veins again, small pangs of fear beating her as she tried to ignore the sounds, she had to leave. She had to get out of this damn room. Then it hit her, if she couldn't get out of the door, she'd make her own. Hermione back up at least three rows from the wall, he hand shaking slightly as she pointed it at a spot next to the door, the stone wall seemed to stare at her daring her to try.
"CONFRINGO!" The wand vibrated heavily in her hand and surged through her fingers as it blasted out of the tip, a large orange fire ball hurtling towards the wall. She ducked, holding her hands over her head to protect her from the debris.
The wall exploded, the sound almost deafening her ears and small pieces of rubble and tiny rocks flew towards her landing across the desks and blowing the first row completely away almost smashing into the desks she was hiding behind. Clouds of billowing dust filling the room causing her to cough and choke on the air. Hermione stood up and saw that she'd made a hole in the wall big enough to fit a giant through and she felt a tiny surge of pride a the achievement but it was swept away for the screams that she'd heard a moment ago were louder now and another resounding crash sounded.
She leapt over the debris of the room she'd just destroyed and ran towards the hall, cursing the heavy gown that was slowing her down, flinching as sharp rocks from the explosion poked her in her bare feet. She waved her wand quickly at the chest of her dress before she rounded the corner, somehow she felt it would be hard to take her seriously with her breasts hanging out. She was prepared for something as she rounded the corner, but when she rounded she was unsure of how to complete take it in.
The Great Hall and it's entrance were in shambles, rock and crumbled columns lying everywhere with the bodies of student, several who she assumed had to be dead, you couldn't lose that much blood and live and there was no way necks bent at such unnatural angles, their eyes glassy and wide open staring at her as though asking her why she hadn't been there to help.
Her breathing became ragged and she backed herself up, deja-vu attacking all her senses. The faces of the students lying down change shape, reforming themselves into Fred Weasley smiling just the way he died. Remus Lupin whose mouth gaped open as though he'd died screaming. Bile began to rise in her throat and flashes of green and red light flashed in her vision, she hit a wall behind her as small sobs hiccupped from her chest as she worked to gain control over her mind.
"HERMIONE!" A voice screamed her name and she looked up but she was still hallucinating, Grindlewald laughing wildly spinning his wand through the air with rainbows of color and shards of glass flying around him and her breathing became loud hyperventilating, she had to control herself. She had to regain herself, had to find composure. "HERMIONE!"
She blinked hard trying to see around the warped visions of her mind and a face was slowly coming into focus as it neared her, repeatedly shouting her name as then it neared. The face was blurry through her tears and she had to shake her but the hands of the face grabbed her, nearing her face to give lucidity. Dark black shaggy hair and wide emerald green eyes behind a pair of cracked lenses stared at her, his lips moving to form her name and shake her slightly as though to wake her.
"Hermione! Please!" His voice was desperate and controlled simultaneously and her vision began sharp as she blinked again.
"What's happening?" She looked behind Harry and saw people running to and from, jumping over the ruins of the school. "What's going on?!"
"Werewolves, almost a hundred of them! They've brought inferi, they just busted down the walls, we don't know how they-" He was cut off by a loud blasting that exploded over their heads and he grabbed her pulling her away and rolling down to avoid the tumbling rocks. Looking up, if they'd stayed they would been crushed into pieces.
"Werewolves?" How the hell did werewolves get into the castle?
Dumbledore.
"Where is Ron!?" She pushed herself up off the floor cursing as the dress snagged on a sharp piece of rock tearing the fabric.
"Ginny, he has Ginny, they're searching for you!" Hermione watched out of the corner of her eye as a shape began to make for them, a wand raised in their direction. "Watch out!"
She swirled her wand, Flagrante, her mind clearing and the spell rushing through her veins to fly from her wand, purple fire flying from her wand towards the figure who had no time to react, the curse smashing into his chest smoking as he hit the ground, his body sizzling.
"We need to find them!" She grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him towards the Great hall, or what was left.
The ceiling was still a wicked white with falling snowflakes, but it weighed drastically with the wreckage that had been done to the room, tables flipped and some even burning, the glass from the windows blown across the room. Teachers stood against one wall, students cowering under the rubble and running across the room. A spell flew in their direction and Harry's wand raised, catching it merely centimeters before it hit them, his shield shaking as it rebounded. She grabbed his hand again and they ducked down, rushing while Hermione peeled her eyes across the hall looking for any trace of bright red hair or freckles. She didn't have to look long, a flash of red hair crossed her vision from across the room hidden behind one of the thick staff tables reaching up and sending brightly colored curses across the room at the snarling wolfs that were raging towards them.
"GINNY!" Harry dashed forward, dragging Hermione along stumbling across the floor diving behind the table to meet Ginny and Ron.
Ron's arms came around Hermione so tightly she lost her breath.
"I thought something had happened." He let go of her and looked at her. "Where were you!?"
"I was walking throughout the castle and I heard the noises and came back." Her face burned slightly but Ron paid no attention, turning back to Ginny who was still sending spells across the table.
"We have to get out of here, we won't be able to hold them off much longer!" Her face was red and Hermione joined her, leaning up against the table to send a curse towards a wolf who had come so close, she could see the glisten in his eyes.
"Ready?" Harry peeked his head around the table and jabbed his wand sending a flying red hex out to hit another wolf. "GO! NOW! GO!"
They ran, faster than she could ever remember running, turning swiftly to fling curses behind their backs and shield from the hexes and jinxes coming at them.
Hermione felt something burn her leg severely and she screamed, tripping just outside the large doors of the hall and skidding in her dress to hit the ground with enough force that it felt like she shattered her knee. She rolled over, clenching her teeth and moaning with pain to examine her leg and the sight of it made her feel like she would vomit. The skin charred and red deep enough to see the muscle of her lower calf, the skin still smoking releasing the acrid smell of burning flesh singing her nose, the knowledge that it was hers made her want to vomit even more.
"Hermione!" Ron and Ginny ran over and grabbed her arm and pulling her up. "We have to go, I'm sorry!" They yanked her up and had a shoved a shoulder under her arm for support and began walking.
The pain was numbing, her mind eyes flashing black with each limp onto her ankle. Every step causing her to involuntarily cry out with pain as they reached a corridor leading off towards a hallway of classrooms but stopped immediately jerking her to a halt causing her to cry out again with pain. She blinked her eyes to see through the tears that were burning her lids and saw why they'd stopped, a very large of inferi, some burning with hot fire that brought back the smell of burning skin to her nose, and others slowly dragging themselves towards a herd of fighting and screaming students. Harry's wand moved in front of him and swirled above his head impressively, fire spouting from the tip to come out singing the moving dead bodies. The groaning from the lifeless bodies increased as they lit up as if they were covered in gasoline.
"We have to get upstairs!" Ron shouted point back towards the steps and Hermione felt a heavy pang of fear, there was no way she would be able to make it up the stairs without passing out from agony.
"There's no cover! We'd be killed!" Ginny shouted, her face red.
"We can't leave all the students! We have to help!" Harry argued with them, flinging another lasso of fire out towards a new surging pack of inferi.
"I NEED TO FIX MY DAMN LEG!" Hermione shouted, her head forming beads of perspiration from holding herself on the damaged ankle.
Something hit Hermione from behind sending her flying from the arms of her friends towards the mass of burning bodies. She screamed again, her ankle snapping as she pushed her feet down to stop herself from hurtling into the flames, whatever had hit her still clawing at her back. She saw a flash of red light and whatever was on her clawing stopped, it's body falling onto her like deadweight as she rolled up to a large pile of rocks. Her head was spinning and her wand had fallen from her hands which were now scrapped deeply and bleeding along with her head which had smacked into a rock when landing. She looked over and her eyes widened, shocking her to push herself back as she saw what had hit her, a large brown werewolf, it's eyes moving manically inside it's head but it's body frozen in place.
"Hermione! Stay still!" Ginny ran forward and came up to her crouching down and holding her wand which Hermione snatched quickly and tried desperately to sit up but her body struggled to listen to her commands. "Tell me what to do!"
Hermione blinked as darkness creeped around her eyes trying desperately to remember how to fix a broken ankle, she'd learned this in class why the hell couldn't she remember? She'd cast the spell a thousand times, she knew how to fix a burn, she knew how to stop bleeding why wasn't anything coming forth.
"Move!" The voice made her sigh, made her breath a heavy breathe of relief. Her eyes moved up but his stare was furious, he was angry, he was beyond angry. "I told you to stay put, you stupid girl! I told you to stay where you were! Why can't you listen?"
His eyes were spilling a venom so terminal that Ginny backed away and looked from one to the other. He bent down and examined her ankle and spat a swear word and looked back at Hermione, though the anger was more than visible she could see the worry curved into the furious lines on his face.
"Can you walk?" He moved his fingers down and softly squeezed the broken ankle and she screamed out in pain. "That's a no."
"We have to go!" Ron shouted, his face was red. Harry facing his back towards Ron as they both sent several spells out repeatedly, their shields vibrating from the force of the spells that were being sent back towards them. "We have to find somewhere safe!"
Tom looked around for a moment then growled, his arms sliding up under Hermione's knees and then under her arms to lift her, bringing her up into his arms as though she were nothing but a feather and forced her to stand on her legs, the pain so intense that she buckled but he held her.
"You have to walk Hermione! I need you to try and walk!" His voice was loud in her ear but the pain was blurring any clear thoughts she might have had, she couldn't think through it. "We need to go, now! Follow me!"
He pulled Hermione along who cried out at every step, her body trying frantically to push her down and keep her from walking. She could see Tom straining, small beads of sweat sliding down the sides of his face but his facial emotions gave no way for it. His free hand moved carelessly through the air, shielding and sending hexes at incoming wolves and dead bodies as though it was something he did every day. The dungeon door was shut and Hermione whimpered, but Tom wasted no time, his wand slashing through the air bursting the door open almost ripping it from it's hinges.
"Go! Now!" He nodded his head towards the door and her three friends ran in, their wands still firing behind them as Tom came through pulling her forward. He whipped around his wand slashing repeatedly in the air against the door, his lips moving softly as he charmed the door.
He pulled Hermione down and they shoved into the first classroom they came too, the door shutting behind them and Tom repeating his steps as he had done with the dungeon entrance and placed Hermione in a chair to his right wasting no time to look at her leg. His hands raising the hem of her dress, she felt a slight blush in her cheeks as he pushed her dress up towards her waist exposing both of her legs for everyone to see.
"It's broken, I can fix it but it will still hurt, same with the burn. I don't have anything for the pain. You'll have to manage." He looked up at her, his tone that of a disapproving mother.
"We have to go back out there, we can't leave all those students out there. They need our help!" Harry walked up to stand next to them as Tom lifted his wand and began to stroke it down her leg murmuring.
Tom didn't answer him, concentrating on the burned flesh on her leg. She groaned as the skin began to tighten over the burn and mend itself, the pain bursting through her eyelids in sharp flashes. He wasn't kidding, the skin was healing but it still felt as though it were still freshly burned.
"Hello!?" Harry's voice was frantic and Hermione felt a twinge of annoyance.
"I heard you, Potter." Tom continued working on her leg finishing up the burn and moving down towards the ankle. "Your friend here was almost killed out there fighting," She could hear the angry tension in his voice as she spoke this. "I don't suggest going back out there but I won't stop you."
"You're a professor, you can't just hide back here!" Ron's temper was pushing at him, he spoke angrily.
"I have no intentions of hiding in here, my intentions were to keep you four safe seeing as you couldn't do it yourselves." His eyes narrowed at Hermione perilously and she looked away, her face red. "By all means Potter, please. Seeing as though one of your friends can barely walk or stand, that seems like the right thing to do."
Harry's lips pursed and his face glowered with anger.
"Ginny-"
"No! Absolutely not!"
"You stay here with Hermione!" He gritted his teeth, his hand reaching up and messing up his hair.
Just like your father, Hermione thought to herself.
"I want to help-"
"Hermione can't go back out there! Stay here with her!"
"Someone needs to stay here with Granger, she's in no condition to go back out there. She'll get herself killed." Tom's voice made the decision final, Ginny huffed and glowered at all of them before sighing and taking a seat next to Hermione. "Your leg is fine, but you won't be able to put any weight on it for the next hour or so. It's the most I can do for you, I don't have any potions and it would take too long to brew anything to fix it."
"So I'm just supposed to sit in here and wait like a stupid little girl?" She glared back at him, she wasn't afraid to test his anger at the moment.
"Yes, you are." His voice came through gritted teeth and his eyes flashed heatedly.
"That's ridiculous. I can fight, I'm capable of fighting with a hurt leg-"
"Until you have to run and then you fall and get killed. Those are werewolves out there, not wizards. They run faster, hit harder, and they aren't afraid to bite." The word bite came out emphasized. They all knew what happened if you were bitten by a werewolf. "We'll be back. Just wait here, please Hermione."
She looked at him and felt her anger dissipate slightly, his words were begging again and the look on his face gave her chills. She couldn't even find it in herself to care that her three friends were watching with a rather odd interest at the exchange between them.
"Fine."
Tom rose and point his wand at the door, something like the sound of shattering glass sounded and the door clicked. He gestured at the two boys and made his way towards the door.
"Stay safe, for my sake. Please." He looked at her and she could see it though they couldn't'. I love you.
They left the room and she heard another click signaling the locking of the door and it was just her and Ginny, sitting silently in the dark classroom with nothing but the dimly lit candles on the wall flinging dancing shadows across the room.
"That was odd." Ginny said, her voice trying to feign interest.
"What was?" She already knew what she meant but she would fight it until the day she died, she had no intentions of saying anything, especially not now. Not at this moment, this wasn't the time.
"That little, interaction there. Rather intimate." She said shrugging, her wand spinning between her fingers.
"I've spent almost every night of this school year with him. That may have something to do with it." She said nonchalantly, she needed to change the subject. "What happened out there?"
"It happened so fast," Ginny eyes lit up and the shadow that crossed her face from the candlelight gave it a dark angular shape. "We were just dancing, people were starting to leave but the professors were all there and the ministry and then we heard it. It was so loud, like someone had blown up an entire wing of the castle. Everything went so quiet, the band stopped and the professors stood up and starting giving directions but before we could even do anything, the doors blew open. Just into pieces, shattered, and they were everywhere. The wolves started pouring in, just in numbers and they were so fast we didn't even know what was happening at first then Greyback, he was just laughing, started howling and everyone was running and spells were flying everywhere and they started just blasting the room. Then the inferi," She shivered. "They just started climbing in, grabbing at the students who were trying to escape and…"
"Merlin…" She shook her head and pushed on her foot to try and put weight on it but flinched, it still hurt like hell. "We can't stay in here, we have to go out and help."
"Now, you're talkin-"
Ginny's words were drowned out, the door to the classroom they sat blasting open sending splinters and stone everywhere, another flash of red light flew past Hermione's face, so close she could feel the energy and heat pulsing off of it. The light soared past her and smacked Ginny hard in the chest, sending her in her chair flying backwards to fall to the floor.
"Ginny!" Hermione pushed herself to stand and held her wand but it was blasted by a second stream of red light, flying up to land into the hands of whoever stood in the doorway. She coughed on the dust and felt fear bubbling in her chest when she saw who had entered the room. "Greyback."
"I knew I smelled pretty little girl." The smile on his face made the hairs on the back of her neck stand. "So pretty."
He moved into the room and Hermione moved back coming around the side of the desk. She could see the wood of Ginny's wand in the very corner of vision and she only needed to move back ten feet to get it, just ten very long feet as Greyback moved into the room.
"Trying to hide out eh?" His teeth were pointed and she felt her stomach churn horribly as she realized his mouth and the front of his clothes were stained with shining red blood. She was going to die, he was going to bite her and kill her. "I love the taste of little girl, especially the ones befriend the chose-"
He stopped, his nose scrunching as he sniffed and he gave Hermione a very peculiar look. She was trying her best to keep her face straight but it wasn't working very well, she was trembling and she had no wand. She was still edging back very slowly towards the wand on the floor next to Ginny.
"I know that smell." He narrowed his eyes at Hermione and within a second he was at her side, running up to her with inhuman speed and he had her neck in his hand, throwing her against the stone wall of the classroom. She clenched her teeth and red blurred her vision as her head banged against the stone and her throat constricted, her face becoming hot as she tried to breath. Her breaths came in small rapid motions for that was all his hand would allow. "What a curious smell, what is it. I know it."
He pressed his nose against Hermione and she whimpered, she could feel his mouth on her skin and the coppery smell of hot blood on his skin. She began to move violently, legs kicking out and her hands forming fists to fly and hit at him, but he stopped her. He pulled her back by her neck and slammed her against the wall again and she cried out. He moved his nose lower, the claws from his fingers digging into the sensitive skin on her neck. His nose moved towards her chest and he used his free hand to send a claw ripping down the lace that held the V of her dress together and she cried out, trembling. Surely he wouldn't, he wouldn't do this to her, surely he wasn't this vile.
His nose moved over her breast and when his nose poked at her peak, a hefty sob escaped her lips, her hands pushing at him desperately trying to pry his hand away but it did no good, his grip was vicelike and he had to be thirty times stronger than she was. Suddenly as his grip tightened on her neck, he released but she was free for only a moment, the cracked shabby wooden wand he had waved over her head and ropes sprouted from it's tip, tying themselves too tightly around her wrists and he growled at removed a knife from his pocket.
"No-"His blood covered hand came over her mouth and she could taste the coppery blood and she gagged. He raised the knife bringing it down and she flinched, crying out for anything to help.
The knife stuck between her hands, the metal scratching her palms and it held her hands up so she couldn't bring them down.
"Hold still." He continued to sniff down her chest and Hermione started breathing heavily, her cries coming out of her chest in coughing pleas, she couldn't help it. Her stomach was in her throat and her heartbeat was going so fast she thought she may pass out. His nose moved over her other breast and she could feel streams of hot tears pouring down her face. She began to move her body again, she would not let him, he could not touch her.
His nose continued to move downwards and with every inch she shivered more, her legs kicking and her arms struggling, her cries of help coming out louder and begging. He growled and the nail he'd used to rip her dress open he brought down her chest, making a single shallow cut, deep enough to make her bleed, and she cried out the pain moving slowly down until he reached her navel.
"Keep your damn mouth shut!" He snarled and Hermione bit her lips hard enough to taste blood, urgently trying to stifle her sob but her body was wracking with them so heavily they stilled slipped through her lips, her chest choking on them.
His nose came down to her navel and she cried out louder, her body shaking so violent it was rubbing the rope against her hands to the point where it had cut into the skin and very small rivulets of blood were running from her wrists down her arms, staining the pale pink lace covering her arms. His nose reached the middle of her stomach between her legs and chest and she shook harder. His nose pressed down into the fabric, pressing down on…there.
"Someone's been busy tonight," The chuckle from his throat made her sick again, the blood that'd been on his hands were crusting on her lips and the taste of it was still gagging her. "But with who, little witch? Care to tell me?"
She shook her head, crying, telling him would ruin the only chance there was at stopping Dumbledore and she was going to die before she even said a letter. She continued to cry, her body sending surges of energy to keep from speaking, to just keep her damn mouth shut. She had to save her friends, she had to save Tom. She wasn't going to give it up.
"Well, in that case. I guess I'll have to get another whiff." His smile was psychotic, devoid of any humanity, the teeth slimy with thick red blood.
His hand plunged towards her gown and reached underneath, she began to kick again. She didn't care if he slammed her head into the wall or bit her, she was not, you are not touching me, you cannot touch me, please go, Please leave me alone. However he was stronger and another hand came and ripped her leg up, and pain shot through, the healed scars of her ankle still burning. His hand touched, and she screamed, screamed as loud as her lungs would allow. Screaming for anything, for help, for her friends, for Tom. Her throat ripping itself into two, choking on the sobs that mingled with her pleas for help.
His hand released her leg and slapped her face as hard as he could, a tooth cracking in her mouth and her cheek coming into her teeth causing her to bite down, filling her mouth with hot coppery blood. Her face burning and her eye forcing itself closed while his hand rubbed where Tom had filled her earlier, her folds still slightly wet with his seed. His finger curled inside her and she cried out again her body shivering as violently as it would allow. He removed his hand, that crazy animalistic smile still holding onto his face as he brought his fingers, now covered in blood and whatever was left of when Tom had been inside her.
"I know this smell, I know it from anywhere." The smile spread on his face. "Been foolin' around with teachers, have you little witch? Oh, our lord will love that. Oh yes, yes he will."
Hermione froze, her face draining of any color and she stared at him with no emotion, her tears jolting to a stop.
"Ah, you've been a naughty student, haven't you? Little witch has been very bad indeed." He was chuckling now and he grabbed her face with the hand he'd just violated her with, her body had begun shaking again and tears had begun rolling steadily down her face again.
"Seems you've caught yourself a fine catch, Fenrir." Hermione could have cried out in relief, she choked out a sob and caught eyes with Tom, but they were blank, emotionless. "I'm afraid you'll only be getting sloppy seconds."
Her breath caught in her chest and she searched his face for any sign, any sign telling her that he was just trying to save her, any sign that he was just playing side but she couldn't find it and she found herself helplessly crying out.
"Tom, please." Her voice coughed, blood spitting from her mouth. Her right eye sealed shut from the force of Greyback's slap. "Please."
"Kill her, Greyback. She's nothing, just a way of information." Tom shot her a disgusted reproachful look then turned on his heel, leaving the room.