AN: I noticed that if you click on the ½ symbol at the top of the right hand side (located above the "previous/next chapter" button), the page will alter itself to fit nicely within your screen. I personally like reading the stories this way and would like to recommend to all my readers to do the same! I personally feel it makes my stories easier to read considering I use italicized words to represent memories and bolded words to represent thoughts. By making the format of the page smaller, paragraphs are more easily noticeable and easier on the eyes! Happy reading, everyone!
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Chapter 3 - You gave me strength; gave me hope for a lifetime.
Hermione was frightened. Frightened, and utterly spent.
She felt the energy inside of her wane away as she sat against the trunk of the tree. She had woken up only minutes before, startled by a cracking sound that had rang through the quiet forest, somewhere to her left. She knew she fell asleep, she knew because the moonlight that had originally bathed her in its effervescent glow had moved, leaving her sitting in the darkness, surrounded by nothing but snow and dead leaves. As she leaned forward, slowly easing her hands onto the snow, Hermione snapped her head up when she heard movement coming from in front of her. Breathing heavily, she tried to muffle her wheezing as they left her mouth. The movement she heard continued towards her, coming in from the left side. Tilting her head, she eyed the area in front of her, wary because the sound from the movement had become discernable; footsteps.
Staying still, Hermione allowed her eyes to adjust to the inky darkness that encompassed her entire vision. Whoever was walking towards her definitely had better vision than she did because the footsteps did not once falter in its movement. Slinking away, Hermione laid low and inched backwards away from the approaching figure. From the faint outline, she could see that whoever was walking towards her spot was a man. His tall figure was familiar to her; she felt as if she recognized the movement of this man's walk. Concentrating, Hermione felt the tingling in the back of her neck that signaled to her another painful spasm. As her breath continued puffing out in front of her face, she kept her eyes on the figure while racking her brain for clues, eyes tearing as the painful spasms became more unavoidable.
Pain, it was so great it nearly blinded her in a vision of white. Spots of white appeared in front of her eyes as her concentration faltered under the strain of the spasms. Breathing heavily, she stilled as the pain receded. Horrified, she blinked back her tears as she looked down at her hands. To her utter dismay, as she found her vision returning, she felt her hands touching something hard and warm. Keeping her eyes on her hands, noting the ivory glow of her skin, she unclenched her fingers, releasing the fabric that covered what clearly was a man's chest. Slowly, Hermione raised her head, eyes widening as she took in the pale glow of the man's neck, the defined jaw line, the small smile that graced pale pink lips. Staring at the small smile, Hermione felt soft hands envelope the side of her face, brushing back her hair, stroking down her cheek to rest at her chin. Closing her eyes, Hermione felt her chin being raised as a warm whisper puffed against her lips,
"Hello, love."
Tom's eyes slid over Hermione's upturned face, wondering what had motivated him to tug her into his embrace after he heard her painful whimper. He had been watching her in the darkness of the forest, observing with amusement as she backed away from him. Like a predator, he stalked her, walking steadily and calmly towards his prey. He could see better than she could due to his affinity with the darkness, but he felt no great joy out of watching her back away from him. Always running away, he thought. He was tempted to hurt her as he watched, anger racing through his mind, eyes flashing a dark red before calming back to emerald green. How dare she run away; if he hadn't felt the pull in his head that signaled her calling out for him hours before, he would have cursed her the moment he apparated into the forest, pinpointing her location after a quick sweep of the area around him.
Now that was something he tried to avoid; hurting her too much. Glancing at her upturned face in his hands, he took note of how her cheeks were flushed from the icy chill, how her eyes were shut to avoid looking at him. His whispered greeting to her remained unanswered and his smile deepened as he took note of how she had closed her eyes before meeting his gaze. In awe, as he always was as he looked at her, Tom stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, leaning closer to her face so that his breath mingled with her heavy breathing. Fascinated, he watched as his breath made small clouds that entered her mouth every time she inhaled. Leaning even closer, Tom licked his lips and his cheek dimpled a smirk graced his face. Delicious, he thought, as his tongue danced across his lips and grazed hers. So close to her face, Tom watched in delight as Hermione opened her eyes and looked right into his. Her dark brown eyes locked right into his, and as it happened, he knew he was lost.
Leaning forward, he maintained eye contact as he kissed her, tasting her instant response, those amazing lips of hers stiffening beneath him before softening. Her soft fingers, stroking over the skin on the back of his hands, made him shudder in ecstasy. Pulling away, he picked her up as he stood, making a soft clicking noise as he looked around the forest.
"Really, you couldn't have picked a worse spot to escape from me."
With that said, he looked down at her clenched in his arms, his facial features softening as he took in her frightened expression; her wide eyes and parted lips reminded him of the first time he took made eye contact with her. This time, he broke eye contact away from her, only long enough to apparate back to his home, where he made note to teach her not to run away from him while he was working. It was difficult, staging his own death, making the magical world believe he had been defeated. If he hadn't figured out who Hermione Granger was, and what she would come to mean to him, he would have killed her the first time he made eye contact with her in his seventh year. Before he could let his mind wander back to his work, he looked down at Hermione. Sighing, he placed her on the edge of his bed, noting how she had nabbed his cloak before disappearing out of his home. A part of him twisted in fear as he fought against thinking about what would have happened to her if she hadn't grabbed his robes; apparently, keeping her in perpetual nudity did nothing to deter her from thinking about escaping into the winter abyss outside.
Stripping her out of his thick robes, Tom made a noise of appreciation, the low sound as seductive as the memory of the feeling of her fingers on his skin. Lying naked on his bed, Hermione looked utterly delectable. Then, her fingers moved up to graze his face and he changed his mind. Nothing, absolutely nothing, beat the feeling of her skin. He lowered himself down to kiss her, her mouth soft and sweetly clinging to his. He like how she was showing him what she wanted from him; by the movement of her lips, of her body brushing against him. Completely aroused, Tom tugged her head between his hands, taking control of the kiss, devouring her mouth like a man dying.
His fingers whispered across her breast. He felt her stiffen slightly as she lay under him, and he was thinking about how tight she would feel around him as he stared into her eyes, noting the glow of her skin in contrast to the darkness of his bedding. How good he'd feel buried deep inside her. How loud he could make her cry out as he plunged into her over and over. Tom groaned, frustrated with his own desperation, yet aroused all the same. Pulling away from her, he stood and tugged his shirt off, then his pants. He took note of how she gazed at him, laying there across his bed. Her eyes were wide on her face, her gaze burning across his skin as he uncovered his body. His movements showed that he was angry and impatient; impatient with himself and with his uncontrollable desire for her.
Once nude, he stalked back over to Hermione's delectably sprawled body. He heard her whimper as his weight came down on her. Whether in fear or desire, he didn't care, all he wanted was her. His arms pulled her tighter to him, his legs parting her own to cradle him, a straddling position that brought her moist heat closer to him, making his whole body pulse with unbridled desire.
Hermione gasped as his weight pressed down against her body. She hated the way he felt; his hard muscles holding her down, his strength holding her against him. She hated the way his skin felt as it caressed her, slicked with his sweat and hot with his body heat. She hated the possessiveness of his kisses, the dominance of his touch; the proof that he would always have her. She gazed at the ceiling, crying internally as he kissed her, his lips mating fiercely to her own soft lips. Then her hands, which had been lying placidly against her sides, were moved up by his hands at her wrist. He laid her arms across his broad shoulders, the palms of his hands coming up to brace her shoulders, curling into her soft shoulders and warm skin there. She tried to push him over, squirming under him. Even when she knew it was futile onto him, she still fought him; he made it impossible with her legs straddling his body.
"Tsk, now you behave, love."
Tom leaned down and lightly bit her nipple, grinning against her skin when he heard her gasp, her body jerking under his. He lapped at her skin, soothing away the hint of pain he had given her. He watched her nipple puckered, the nude pink color darkening as her body reacted to his attention to her breasts. His hand glided down over her body, cupping the back of her spine, directing her chest to his face. He lifted his head, maintaining eye contact with her, and captured her nipple in his mouth, drawing on her hard. He noted with pleasure as desire shot through her eyes, feeling it as it laid dripping between her thighs. With deliberate intensity, he grounded his erection against her heat, his thick hard shaft slipping between her wet lips, rubbing right where he wanted to touch the most.
She stiffened slightly, still straining against his arms. Watching her, eyes turning emerald green to red, he moved, sliding her hips back and forth against his like she was riding him in a slow, delicious canter. Hermione's eyes closed and her breath escaped her in shallow shudders. He continued his movement, their flesh growing slicker from the heat and their mutual arousal. He watched in smug awe as Hermione's own breath grew harsher, more broken as her desire rose, nearly taking her over.
A small sob escaped her lips as her head fell back, her orgasm right there, right on the edge of spilling over. As her arms tightened around his neck, Tom broke her hold, his hands gripping her hips. He lifted her, flipping them over so now she lay straddling him. Tom roughly shoved her down on him, filling her to the hilt in one smooth thrust.
A loud cry surrounded them, and Tom was only vaguely aware that it was Hermione's voice crying out. She was too overwhelmed, too encompassed in her own release. Tom grinned as her bodied shuddered, convulsing on top of him; nothing existed for Tom except for his strength filling her and her own pulsating bliss. Gradually, Tom watched as reality descended back to her, smirking at her as he watched her realize she was draped over him, her body a puddle of sated release. His hands still held her hips, loosely now, stroking her skin and smearing the sweat that lightly shimmered against her back. Finally, after a few more minutes, her breath slowed enough to return to normal. Tom chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and then he stretched, turning her over so that now he lay across her body, savoring her body under him.
Hermione raised her head, her eyes wide, and then she wiggled her hips, whimpering when he held her hip tighter. He was rock hard, still buried inside her. He laughed.
"Not yet. Believe me; I am not done with you."
He jerked his hips hard, thrusting inside her, smiling as she cried out.