A/N: This is un'beta'ed so all mistakes are my own.

"I ah… I didn't expect to see you—" He crosses the room in a second and presses his lips to hers and Hermione drops her chips and her bag and her shoes and wraps herself around Tom as he hitches her into his arms and slams her against the wall.

"I've made up my mind." He rasps against her mouth. One hand is clutching her arse whilst the other is tugging at the soaked scrap of silk between her legs.

"Yeah?"

He tears the material with two of his fingers and Hermione bucks in his arms as he immediately thrusts them up and into her cunt. He crooks them, immediately finding her g-spot and presses the palm of his hand to her clit. "Yeah I — fuck!" He groans, twisting his fingers and nuzzling the gland on her neck, swiping his tongue over it, once then twice. "I've wasted so much time already."

"You were just—" She breaks off with a whimper. "Doing what was best — oh God please don't stop," she sobs and she can feel Tom nodding his head, his breath hot on her neck as he twists his fingers deeper into her and she can feel his cock, thick and hard and heavy, through his denims pressing on the inside of her thigh.

She takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. Her skin is tingling and her heart is racing and there's so much slick between her legs. The sound of Tom's fingers sliding in and out and in, and out, of her cunt is obscene and they're still in her hallway.

"God you're so fucking wet!" He grunts, grabbing at her waist and, with his fingers still twisted in her pussy, manoeuvres then into her living room. He settles onto the sofa with her on his lap. "I've thought about this for months. You on my lap," with his free hand he tugs at the sleeves of her dress until both her breasts bounce free. He slips one nipple between two knuckles, twists and slides his tongue over the other. He pulls back and watches with dark eyes and flared nostrils as she rides his hand. "Fuck just like that love."

Hermione tugs the skirt of her dress up and Tom bites down on her nipple when he can see her unimpeded. "You're gonna make me fucking come," he hisses, still twisting his fingers inside of her.

She laughs and ducks her head down to press her mouth to his, her tongue slipping into his mouth carelessly. "Good."

"God. I fucking knew you'd be like this. I could fucking kill Nott for knowing this is how you feel." His tongue swipes over a nipple as his thumb skims her clit. "Knowing how you taste."

She smirks and tugs his head up to meet his eye. "Draco too," she adds. He stills and glares up at her before his hands begin to tug at his belt. Hermione lifts up and with one hand he shoves his trousers to his knees and with the other, frees and angles his cock against her slit.

"Aresholes," he grunts, lifting his hips and Hermione's laughs quickly become moans.

They make it to her bedroom eventually.

Though she's still wrapped around him, his cock pressed deep into her cunt as she grinds down onto him. His fingers grip her arse tight and he swats at it with the palm of his hand when she wriggles purposefully.

"I'm going to fucking wreck you."

Hermione grins up at him when he lays her down on the bed, strips down to nothing and works his hand over his come coated cock as he watches her shimmy out of her nothing dress and spread herself open for him.

"Promise?" She murmurs, eyes never leaving his cock.

"See something you like Granger?" He leers. She snorts and dips her fingers between her folds, moaning when she realises just how wet she is. How wet he's made her. She flicks her eyes up to see him watching her hand and smirks.

"See something you like Riddle?" She mocks bringing her fingers to her lips and sucking each one clean.

He hums and steps forward to kneel on the bed. "Come here."

Hermione swallows, scrambles up onto her knees and crawls towards him. She looks up and wraps one hand around the girth of him, swiping at the bead of pre-come leaking from his tip with the pad of her thumb and grips his thigh with the other, stroking the fine hairs between her fingers, moving her hand higher and higher as she strokes over his knot which is pulsing beneath her touch.

"Hermione."

"You're so big," she murmurs shuffling closer and nuzzling the length of him with her face. Her tongue, without thought, peeks from between her lips and swipes across the blunt head of him and he hisses tugging hard on the hand that he's wound into her hair.

"Omega."

She opens her mouth and sucks the tip of him between her lips, peering up at him. Tom's eyebrow lifts in question and she nods, opening her mouth wide so that he slips a little bit farther into her throat and he groans, "God you're going to fucking kill me."

"Please Alpha."

He doesn't give her a chance to back out, to change her mind - not that she wants to. She loves this. Always has - and slides forward with one firm stroke and Hermione presses her thumb into her fist and takes him down her throat without gagging. One of Toms hands is still wound tight in her hair and the other cups her jaw as he fucks her face.

She can feel the tears streaming down her cheeks and the saliva spilling from the corners of her mouth but she's watching him and he looks lost - his eyes rolled into her back of his head and his jaw clenched shit - and she wants to smile.

She did that.

It's not long before he's pulling out of her mouth and Hermione whines though he mumbles something about not knotting her mouth and so she cleans his cock up with her tongue and sits back on her heels as Tom settles himself against her headboard.

He crooks a finger in her direction even as he strokes the length of his cock. "Come here."

Hermione groans as Tom lifts her leg over his hip and rolls them so that she's spread out over his lap, legs dangling over his thighs, his cock pressed against her cunt, the tip nudging her clit as he holds her tight to him. She shivers in his arms as he swipes his tongue over her glands repeatedly and when he grips his cock in one hand and nudges her just slightly so that she can slip down onto his cock.

"Alpha." She whimpers when she's filled to the hilt with him. Tom bites down on her shoulder, hard (enough to leave a mark for sure) and Hermione absently wonders if he bit her there in an effort to stop himself from biting into her mating gland.

"So fucking wet." He mumbles. Hermione shudders and grips his forearms, nails scraping his skin so hard she leaves angry red marks behind.

"Such a good girl. My perfect omega. Such a good perfect omega with perfect needy cunt."

Each word is breathed into her neck with a kiss.

With a sigh.

Hermione is pliant in his arms and can't help but press a hand to her cunt where she can feel him filling her, his knot swelling little by little until he's popped it inside of her and she has nowhere to go as he grinds up into her.

She brings his hands to her abdomen and presses them against the bump that is his cock, whining all the while, "you're so deep Alpha."

He grunts into her ear. Presses his fingers to her clit. Swipes the absurd amount of come that's managed to leak from inside her (even with his knot plugging her) onto his fingers and into her mouth. "How do we taste love?" He murmurs, barely giving her a second to wrap her lips and her tongue around his fingers and suck, never mind answer, before he's angling her jaw and sweeping his tongue into her mouth to taste them himself.

"Perfect."

She passes out with his cock, with his knot, still swollen inside of her and only when he's shrunk down enough to start moving again, does he.

He fucks her awake with gentle strokes throughout the night. His forefingers and thumbs tugging her nipples into hard little peaks that he takes into his mouth and nips at.

He swivels her on his lap, on his cock, and Hermione gazes down at him. Hands wrapped tight in his hair as he laves her tits, her nipples, with his tongue and when he pulls off with a "pop" she lets her fingers trace his swollen red lips before she nips at them with her own teeth.

She melts a little, whimpering, when he presses the pad of his thumb to the slippery pucker of her arse and she's never let anyone touch her there, never even thought about it but she bucks in his arms and she can feel him grinning into her sternum, his teeth scraping along her skin and she whines.

He slowly runs his free hand down the column of her spine (in an effort to keep her calm no doubt) as he stretches the ring of tight muscle with his thumb and then quickly replaces it with two fingers.

"Tom."

"Shhhh." He soothes. "It's ok. You can take it." He shifts her on his lap, the thick vein of his cock throbbing gently against her g-spot as he stretches her. "Has anyone ever?"

She shakes her head quickly. "No."

He licks at her skin as he quickly, but gently, scissors her arse open, using the copious amount of come leaking from her cunt, as lube. "Good." He murmurs. "Mine."

She comes unexpectedly when he presses three fingers into her and he hisses his approval, biting at her breasts and marking them with his teeth.

"So good. Fuck so fucking tight. Gonna bust you open with my knot. Such a filthy girl. My good girl. My omega."

She can't stop nodding and begging, pleading, for him.

A little while later, with his knot still embedded deep in her cunt but their desire, for the moment, fully sated, Hermione lies in Toms arms and simply enjoys his embrace. His fingers trail up and over her arm, down her ribs, across the curve of her arse, up the inside of her thigh. His hand skates over her cunt, fingertips barely touching and Hermione is grateful because she's sensitive as fuck and has come more times than she can count in the hours since they first kissed.

"When is your next heat?" Tom wonders aloud and she tenses in his arms (the memories of how awful all of them have ever been suddenly flashing before her) before she relaxes and takes a breath. They're together now. It's not like she ever has to go through that alone again. At least she thinks that's right and she turns her head to look at him as she opens her mouth to clarify that fact but Tom is still speaking.

"We can do it here or at my place though maybe at mine would be better so I can look after you without worrying and I'll need to let my assistant know I'll be unavailable that week so she doesn't arrange any meeti-"

"The week?"

He glances down at her and blinks and Hermione swallows under the intensity of his gaze. She presses her face into the palm of his hand and kisses his fingertips. "The week." He tilts her chin up to meet her eyes. "I'm going to take care of you."

Her cunt involuntarily clenches around his cock and he groans, his eyes fluttering shut as she gasps a quiet "yeah?"

His eyes are black when he opens them and looks down at her. "Yeah."

She nods and averts her gaze but Tom is already tilting her head back up. "Hermione?"

Her voice is quiet. Breathy. "Yeah?"

"I'm going to take care of you now. You don't have to worry. I'm done not being with you."

She can only nod but when she ducks her head back down, hidden in the crook of his elbow, she grins widely.