A/N: I guess I should point out - since there are no tags on ffn - that this story is going to contain a large amount of Theomione including smut which is basically what this chapter is. Everyone on ao3 knows this already but because ffn is back asswards you might not and i'm sorry if this isn't what you want to hear but it is the way the story is right now. Anyway Tomione is endgame and feel free to come ask me questions on tumblr.

"Oh sweetheart," he mumbles as his eyes drift over her near naked body. "You are in so much trouble."

"What," she groans, her head falling back as he circles her, teases her with the tips of his fingers, as he trails them across her skin and she can feel the tips of her hair tickling her lower back. "What are you going to do with me?"

"What do you want me to do with you?" He taunts. She glares at him.

"Don't tease me."

"You like being teased," he murmurs, pinching one perky, pebbled nipple between his thumb and his forefinger as though to prove his point and she shudders and resists the urge to press her wrists together, press her glands together and relieve some of the pressure she can feel building inside of her - feel slipping along the inside of her thighs.

"Theo-"

"Draco told me all about how much you like to be teased." He's stroking her skin now. She can feel the blunt edges of his neatly trimmed fingernails against her stomach. Can feel his breath ghosting against the back of her neck. "Told me what a good girl you were for him."

She shudders at his words - those and the fact that he's stepped up behind her now and is cupping her cloth covered cunt with the palm of his hand. Is pressing the heel said hand against her clit and nudging his nose along the column of her neck and -

"He wouldn't," she rasps, leaning into him and biting back a whimper when he slips two fingers beneath the tiny scrap of lace between her legs and slides them through her folds.

He scrapes his teeth across her neck gland and she jolts in his arms but he's holding her against him - tight - the thumb and forefinger of his left hand tugging at her nipple and she can't move, can't do anything other than whimper and writhe in his arms as he slides a third finger into her cunt and continues to stretch her.

"Good girl," he coo's and Oh God, she's going to fucking murder him if he doesn't let her come within the next few seconds. "You're so tight Granger," he murmurs. She can feel him crooking those three fingers inside of her, nudging that elusive spongy spot inside of her that she's always had trouble finding by herself and - "You're right that Malfoy didn't tell me what a tease you were."

She knows this. Draco is her best friend and all the times they've fucked - all the times she's gone to him - have been when she'd been at her lowest and she'd begged him to make her feel pretty - to make her feel worthwhile. He had of course, every single time, and it was one of the reasons she loved him so much. Because he'd never judged her for it, never expected her to reciprocate or held it against her in any way.

"I've always been able to spot a slut," he grunts and he's fucking her with his fingers properly now, and shes so fucking wet that the noise coming between her legs is obscene and then he's nipping at her neck and telling her to "come like a good little slut" and shes gone, shaking in his arms as her cunt convulses around his fingers and -

"God I can't wait to fuck you," he groans, kissing the damp skin of her neck as he scoops her into his arms and carries her towards the bed.

"Are we going to talk about that little display earlier or-" She's lying on the bed now, looking up at him as he strips.

"What display?" Theo asks, arching an eyebrow at her even as he tears his shirt up over his head. Hermione can't help but bite her lip at how good he looks shirtless. How that V along his hips has her clenching her thighs together in an attempt to regain at least a modicum of her self respect.

She leans up on her elbows and watches him shuck his shoes, socks and his trousers until he's left in nothing but his boxer briefs - his cock making an impressive showing of trying to escape the tight space, the tip of him edging over the band - and she's wondering why the hell she's using her tongue to speak instead of using it to make him lose control.

She tilts her head and narrows her eyes at him because she is not some meek doll like omega who needs a man to swoop in and save her from a conversation - especially not a conversation with her Alpha - not that he knows that of course - but still. The principle is the same. "You know exactly what I'm talking about?"

"You have an issue with how I interrupted you and Riddle?"

"No."

"Then I don't see what there is to talk about," he smirks, dropping to his knees and gently prying her legs apart by the knees. "Fuck me Granger but you do look like perfection," he murmurs, skimming his hands up and down her legs, never taking his eyes off the apex of them where she knows her underwear are completely drenched and he can probably make out the folds of her bare cunt. He nudges his nose along her right calf, inhaling her and pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of her knee and she groans even as she reaches a hand forward, wraps it in his hair and tugs his head up so that he's looking at her face rather than her crotch.

"It was rude."

Now he's the one narrowing his eyes up at her and his hands still on her hips, his thumbs hooked under the flimsy waistband of lace that is doing a terrible job of protecting her modesty.

"Granger!" He growls. "If you want to talk about Riddle while I'm trying to fuck you into the mattress I won't be happy about it but I'll certainly go and get him for you. God knows he loves talking about himself. I'm certain he'd love nothing more than to come up here and do it with you."

She can't help herself, she snorts. Because she knows Tom Riddle - her alpha - would rather do absolutely anything other than come up here and do it with her.

She shakes her head and then drops back off her elbows until shes flat on the bed and staring at the ceiling. "Sorry," she mumbles. She hears his sigh and before she can stop him he's crawling up the bed and leaning over her and -

"No. I'm sorry," he says and she blinks up at him because she can feel him, thick and hard and heavy and leaking pre-come against her stomach and he must have removed his boxers wen she wasn't looking but he's stroking a wayward curl from her face and looking at her like she's the most precious thing in the world and her glands are pulsing and her cunt is aching and she fucking despises Tom Riddle more than anything because why is every other man in her life so much nicer and better for her than that absolute tool of an alpha who biology has deemed worthy of her.

"I just think he's a self righteous, pretentious arsehole who doesn't deserve the attentions of a pretty girl," he shrugs and oh good God she is so fucked because Theo Nott is funny and handsome and right and if she was his omega she'd be begging him to mark her.

Instead she bites her lip and slips her hand between them until it's wrapped around the length of him and he's groaning and his eyes are black and his nostrils are flaring and he's looking between them, watching her stroke the length of him in her dainty palm, watching her slick her thumb with his pre-come and circle the head of his cock with it.

"That's fair," she mutters. She can feel him growing impossibly harder in her grip and when she strokes the length of him again she can feel his knot starting to form at the base of his cock and she shudders at the thought of how that, how he's, going to feel inside of her.

"Fuck," he moans, bringing his hand up to her face and cupping her jaw. She licks at his thumb and then she's sucking it into her mouth - she loves having a dick in her mouth. It's one of her favourite things - knowing that even though she's the one on her knees in a submissive position that she holds all of the power. He glares at her and lets his thumb fall from his mouth when she nips the pad of his thumb for the second time. "Why don't you like him?" He pants and she smirks because she can tell it's taking all of his control not to just thrust into her and forget all about this conversation but she simply shrugs and averts her eyes as she continues to stroke him - his cock really is so very pretty and she really can't wait for him to fuck her with it.

Her cunt and her throat.

"Oh you know. Same really. Pretentious arsehole. Snob. Completely up himself."

He snorts and dips his head to press his lips against hers and she can feel him smirking. "Can we stop talking about him now?" He asks and shes nodding and then he's stroking her skin and nipping her gland with his teeth and cupping her tits and brushing his thumbs over her nipples and goosebumps have erupted all over her skin.

"Please Theo," she whines, arching up into him and he's nodding and tearing the lace from between her legs and lifting one of her legs onto his shoulder and taking himself in hand as he presses himself between her folds and then he's in her and she's gone, lost to the pleasure of feeling so full and he's pulling her up and into his lap and her legs are wrapping around his waist and her head is pressed into the crook of his neck and she's so fucking full, he's so fucking thick and she can feel his knot pressing against her cunt and she nips at his gland right as he tangles a hand in her hair and pulls her head back so he can look at her.

"Oh you perfect fucking girl," he murmurs right before he kisses her, his hands on her hips as he lifts her and works her over his cock until she is nothing but a shaking mess in his arms.