Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: jdlarder, thank you so much for your review! In answer to your question, this is a short story, it is almost over.

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The next day, as Emma was walking back to Ravenclaw tower after lunch, she felt a pull at her arm. "Come with me, Emma," she heard Tom say.

She gritted her teeth, and reluctantly went with him.

As they were walking through the halls and getting out of earshot of the other students, she suddenly could no longer contain her anger. "Why do you have to be so mean?" she blurted out, as tears started filling up her eyes.

He gave her a puzzled look.

"I was really, really nice to you, yesterday," she cried. "Doesn't that count for anything?"

He stopped walking. "Don't you ever give up, Emma?" he said. Then he took a step closer to her and whispered in her ear. "You are going to suck me and you are going to swallow! Alright?"

"NO!" shouted Emma, as tears now started falling down her cheeks. "No, that's not alright, and I am not going to do it! You can't make me!"

She knew, the minute she said it, that that had been a mistake. He slowly took one step away from her and folded his arms. His eyes were twinkling, and a huge smirk came over his face. "Really?" he said in an ominous tone.

Emma was trembling and bit her lip. She wished she could take that last sentence back.

"Of course, I could make you," said Tom. "Did you forget about the Imperius Curse, Emma?"

Emma gulped. Shoot, she thought. She had forgotten about that!

He chuckled. "However…now, you have provided me with a challenge! I shall not use the Imperius Curse. You will willingly subject yourself to my needs by the end of today."

He paused for a moment, as he took in her trembling figure.

"I…I didn't mean to challenge you," she stammered. "It's…it's just that…why me? I mean…Cyndi seems to be happy doing that…why not her?"

"Get back to your common room, Emma," he stated simply.

She stared at him for a moment, then in a huff, she turned and left.

Emma spent the rest of the afternoon worrying. How could she have been so stupid? Why couldn't she have kept her big mouth shut? There was no telling what he would do to her now…

With a heavy heart she sauntered to the Great Hall that evening, keeping a lookout for him so she could try to avoid him should he come her way. But he didn't actually approach her until she was about to sit down at the Ravenclaw table. He came up to her from behind, pulled her unexpectedly into a hug and started whispering into her ear.

"Whatever you do, Emma, do not leave the Great Hall tonight without my permission. "I guarantee you will be very sorry if you do. Do you understand that?"

She nodded demurely. That didn't seem like too big a deal, she thought.

"I will allow you, however," he continued, "to come over to the Slytherin table and sit on my lap…should you feel the…urge…to do so." He laughed softly at this. Then he quickly brushed her lips with his, and was off.

She stared at him, highly confused. What was that supposed to mean? She decided not to let it bother her and sat down.

And that was when she felt it. She gasped loudly, immediately attracting the attention of the people sitting around her.

'Shoot!' she thought. Shoot, shoot, shoot! The bastard had put one of his spells on her!

She hid her face in her hands. She could feel the heat rising through her body, up to her face. She blushed ferociously as little beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. She had to concentrate on suppressing the urge to moan out loud.

"What's up with you?" said Jarinda, who was sitting next to her. Then, as she noticed the redness of her face and the look in her eyes, a knowing smile came over her. "Why, Emma," she giggled, "he has some effect on you, hasn't he?"

Emma didn't respond. She couldn't believe this! He was going to make her orgasm in front of everyone! She was breathing heavily now, and gulped, as a particularly intense tremor ran through her. 'Ohhhhhhhh', she thought. She cast a look over at the Slytherin table, and saw him sitting there, happy, relaxed, seemingly unaware of what was happening to her. And she…she felt so…hot…

She quickly got up from her chair. Too quick, as she knocked it over in the process. It made an awfully loud noise. Damn, could it get any worse? Now half the school was looking at her!

She felt her face burning as she tried to set her chair upright again. Trembling, she finally succeeded. She thought she surely must be redder than the Gryffindor's banner by now…

She tried to be inconspicuous as she walked towards the Slytherin table, but she knew she was failing miserably. She thought she could feel every eye in the room on her! When she got to his chair, he gave her an amused look. "Ah, Emma!" he said. "How nice to see you! Sit down, sweetheart."

He patted his knee for her to sit on, and reluctantly she obliged. She embraced him as she sat down, trying to hide her face in his shoulder.

"Tom…please," she whispered desperately. "Take me out of here!"

He chuckled. Slightly louder than necessary, ensuring that at least some people were able to hear, he said, "Why, Emma. I know you love me, sweetie. But can you not control your urges? Do we really need to leave right now?"

Emma had a hard time controlling anything. She breathed in deep and ragged, and let a soft moan escape her mouth. "TOM! PLEASE!" she whispered urgently. "Don't make me go through this! Not in front of everybody!"

He laughed softly. "Well," he said, much softer now. "I can take you out, Emma. But you know, what you are going to have to do then."

She shook her head wildly. "No," she said, in shallow breaths. "No…Tom, please don't ask that of me! Please…"

"Hmm," he said. "I guess then you will be climaxing in front of the whole school."

He pushed her away from him slightly, held her face and looked her in the eyes. Then he whispered in her ear again, "You will be the topic of conversation for a while. I would wager that that may even last until the end of the school year. You will be very…popular, my dear!"

She wriggled on his lap as the feeling intensified, and it was getting harder and harder for her to remain passive under it. "Tom…no…take me out! Please…please, take me out!" She swallowed hard. "I…I will do whatever you want me to, if you take me out of here."

"Really?"

"Really," she admitted breathlessly. "Now, please!"

He narrowed his eyes. "Promise me, Emma."

"I promise! Now let's go!"

He grinned, but gave no indication of getting up yet.

"TOM!" she cried out desperately.

"Promise you will put to use what you learned last night."

"I promise! Anything! Anything you want, but please get me out of here now!" She followed up her plea with another moan.

"Alright then," he said, as he got up with her. He took her hand and walked out of the room with her. She was practically dragging him along, frantically looking for a place to go.

"Keen, aren't we?" he grinned at her. "Here, this way."

They went into a deserted classroom, and he cast some spells on it once they got inside. Emma stood pressed with her back against the wall and moaned loudly. She sank through her knees onto the floor. By the time he came to her, she was pretty far gone. He crouched beside her and observed her for a moment. Then he gave her a long and lingering kiss. She had to break out of it as she felt herself finally reach her orgasm, and cried out loud, throwing her head back as she did so.

As she lay there, basking in the aftermath of the experience, Tom sat beside her, giving her a persistent smirk.

"What?" she said finally, as she was slowly recovering.

"Hungry?" he asked, amused.

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Emma had a bad taste in her mouth as she walked back to Ravenclaw tower a little while later. She was hurrying along, as she couldn't wait to rinse with mouthwash. Disgusting, she thought to herself. Absolutely disgusting! She didn't ever want to do that again! She had thought she was going to throw up afterwards, but fortunately, she hadn't. He seemed reasonably pleased with her, although she was a little concerned when he had told her she 'just needed a little more practice' to get it completely right. She hoped that that was just an idle threat, meant to upset her, and nothing more than that.

She was practically ambushed by Jarinda when she got back. "Emma?" she giggled. "Really! Could you be any more obvious? How desperate were you?"

Emma gave her a faint smile and ascended the staircase to the dormitories. Jarinda was following along. "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom," said Emma. "That okay with you?"

Jarinda shrugged. "Fine, I'll wait." And she plopped down on her bed.

When Emma came back from the bathroom, she sat down on her own bed. Jarinda got up and sat next to her. "So…he's that good, that you get excited just when he comes over to give you a hug before dinner?" she grinned. "And then, before you even eat a bite, you run over to him, curl up on his lap and then drag him out of the Great Hall to do…who knows what?" Jarinda was laughing. Then she started sniffing. Her eyes opened wide. "You used mouthwash, Emma?" she smirked.

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Tom's comment had, unfortunately for Emma, not been an idle threat. For the next week or so, whenever he saw an opportunity, he would drag her to a classroom, crevice, broom closet, hidden passage, or whatever, to 'practice'. She didn't know where he came from most of the time, he just seemed to appear. By the end of the week, she felt numb. She didn't even care anymore. She still thought it was gross, but after at least 20 or so 'practices' in one week, she was now somewhat used to it. At which point he suddenly seemed a lot less interested, the frequency of those encounters dwindled and, eventually, died down completely.