Bit of a warning, mates: Readers, if you don't like semi-explicit sex scenes. Don't read this chapter. The only relevancy is that Tom convinces her to write to him when she's at Hogwarts and to let him know what's going on with his least favorite professor.

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At seven o'clock, Tom entered the Tavern and immediately scanned for Chris. She was sitting at the bar, drinking something clear. He figured it was water. She saw him and smiled, a come hither look in her eyes.

He walked over to her, and sat on the bar stool next to her. She handed him her drink, and he tossed it back to finish it. And almost gagged. It was not water. She laughed as his eyes watered.

"Are you ready?" she asked, her smile turning wicked.

"Yeah," he coughed, and he felt his cock harden a bit with the thought of what was coming.

"Come on," she whispered, and grabbed his hand. He did not expect her to apparate on the spot, but she did. When they appeared again, they were in a hotel suite. He knew that they were somewhere in London because he could see the Thames out the window with sheer, fluttering curtains. There was a kitchen and sitting room. The door to the left was open, and he saw a large bed in the center of the room. His cock twitched again.

He looked down at her, and she looked up at him. Her grasp on his hand was gone and she was tracing it up his arm. She seemed unsure now, like her confidence was wavering. That bit of vulnerability made him bend his head to hers and kiss her hard.

Shivers ran down her back as he invaded her mouth and she plastered herself to his hard length. Yes, underneath that shabby suit there was solid, lean muscle. She grinned against his mouth as he grabbed the backs of her thighs and hoisted her up to put her legs around his hips. His erection was now rubbing against the seam of her pants and directly stimulated her clit. She started breathing harder.

He backed her into the bedroom and pushed her back onto the bed. He didn't join her immediately, but stood there and watched. It seemed that he had just stopped, so she took off her turtle neck, showing her lacey brassiere. His eyes lit up and the strain at his pants was doubled. She wondered if he ever had seen one particularly like this one. Then she unclipped it and let her breasts bounce free.

"You coming?" she asked as he continued to stare at her.

He didn't answer, but his clothes started being pulled off. Her eyes travelled down his body, his chest lean and powerful with a light dusting of hair covering it. His upper arms were strong and leanly muscled. There was much more to him then there was Greg, more definition and strength, but he was still very lean.

When he unbuckled his pants, her mouth went dry. Her gaze reached that happy trail and followed it as he shed his pants and underwear. Her eyes were filled with laughter when she looked up at him.

"You're a big boy, aren't you?" she asked.

He tried to smile, she thought, but there was too much desire in his face to really pull it off. Then he was on top of her, kissing her again. She moaned again as he thumbed her nipples She spread her legs a little farther to accommodate him and remembered that she was still in her slacks. Chris was about to say something when he left her lips and bent lower to suck a small pink nipple into his mouth. While one hand continued to tease her breast, his other was slowly undoing the clasp on her pants. She helped him shove them down and away from her legs and he pulled himself back up.

Tom leaned down to whisper into her ear. "Are you wet for me, Chris?" he asked as he dipped his hand between her thighs. The hand he pulled back was glistening. "Yeah," he answered himself, "I think you are."

She laughed a bit and said, "No shit, Tom. Please, I need you." She thrust her hips up against his, feeling that steely erection against her soft folds.

"All in good time," he teased. He started to push into her, but stopped. She was tight, and he wanted so much to plow into her to the hilt, but he wanted her to feel just as good as he did. He pushed a little farther in, and then pulled out. He did it again, and again, finally she dug her nails into his back. "Dammit, Tom, just fuck me already!"

He laughed, and then shoved into her with a growl. She gave a small cry as he started hammering her, then she reacted and was thrusting just as hard back.

Minutes or hours later, he reached down and rubbed at her clit, feeling his as well as her orgasm coming. He reached it just before she did, pulsing his seed deep into her as she shuddered around him. He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing hard and covered in sweat.

"That was… amazing," he admitted as he rolled over. She didn't turn toward him to cuddle, which he vaguely found odd. It was one of the things he hated about having sex- women tended to want to cuddle and talk afterward.

"Hmm," she murmured in agreement. She sat up suddenly and stood up. He watched her as she walked into the bathroom. She has a really nice ass, he thought, appreciating the view. He heard a faucet running for a few minutes, a murmured spell, and then she came back. She saw him still lying on the bed and seemed surprised.

"You staying here?" she asked, pulling a robe from the rack near the door.

"Probably not," he admitted. "You want me to leave?" he asked

"You don't have to right now, I guess," she replied. She sat back down on the bed, leaning against the pillows. Tom still hadn't moved from his earlier position.

"Promise me something, Chris," he whispered as he put his hand on her thigh. She flinched a bit, and it perturbed him, but he pushed it out of his head.

"What?" she asked her voice soft, but with little emotion.

"Write me while you're at Hogwarts," he asked.

"All right, I can do that," she promised.

"And there's a professor there, Dumbledore. Let me know how he's doing from time to time?"

"Sure."

"Chris?"

She looked down at him. "What?" she said, this time a little laugh in her voice.

"Are you all right?" he asked. He was taken aback by her lack of emotion or normal actions of women he had slept with before.

"Yeah, fine. Why?" she asked, looking perplexed. He turned onto his stomach and pulled himself up to her. He looked her in the eye for a moment, and then softly kissed her. She kissed him back.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"I don't know."

She smiled softly at him, the first real emotion he had seen since he had pulled out.

He kissed her again, and soon she was underneath him again. This time was slow as sweet. Afterward, he still felt like he could take her again and he was still put off by how standoffish she had suddenly become. And he worried that maybe he had gotten into something he couldn't control.