Chapter Nineteen: No Sleep Tonight
Previously: "I want…" she trailed off softly, "I want-" she paused again, then smiled slightly before lifting her hand to brush her feather light finger tips over my jaw.
"I want you to tell that slag to keep her hands off my boyfriend." She said sweetly, leaning forward to give me a gentle kiss on the cheek and skipped from the common room, leaving me alone.
She's certainly an interesting specimen, I thought, and laughed.
Hermione Granger P.O.V
Tomorrow was Tom's birthday. The first birthday for him that really meant something, as he had told me before, just because he could spend it with someone who mattered to him. Although the previous day, I hadn't been particularly kind to him because of a certain French slag, but this morning I was feeling refreshed and ready for anything that posed a threat to me.
As I walked down the corridors with Draco, my stomach rumbling from hunger, I studied Draco carefully. He hadn't spoken very much since yesterday when he had seen me charge into the common room after confronting Tom. I had felt so proud of myself after hexing her…I don't really know what came over me to be honest. I just had an urge to hex her and before I knew what I was doing, she'd got teeth the size of Big Ben hanging from her mouth. It had been quite amusing though.
Sometimes I felt a big weary around Draco; I knew he had feelings for me, and just lately he seemed to have backed away a bit, but knowing Draco; a Malfoy, who gets everything he wants, if he still had feelings for me, then he hadn't given up the chase. We hadn't spoken since the moment we met this morning in the common room, and even now we were just silent as I tried desperately to entertain myself by looking at the many portraits hung on the walls.
Luckily, I wasn't particularly bothered by Draco for the moment; I was more interested in tomorrow.
We had arrived at the Hall sooner than I had noticed and as I sat beside Druella and slipped my hand underneath the table to find Tom's, I began to realise just how my life had changed from the moment we had stepped into McGonagall's office. Somehow, I had managed to build a new life, one with Tom and…Slytherins. Although, these Slytherins seemed an awful lot different to the ones in my time and I was glad of it.
"Hermione…" Druella whispered, not making eye contact with me.
"What's the matter?" I replied, noticing how nervous and…upset she looked.
"I need to speak with you," she muttered quietly, "cast a silencing spell so we can talk, please?"
I did as she said and dropped Tom's hand for a moment so I could turn my body in her direction. I gave her a questioning look and urged her to continue.
"Me and Cygnus err…" she began slowly, "We finally…did it almost a week ago." She blushed violently and turned her face away in embarrassment.
I smiled kindly and replied, "Oh, but that's good Ella! Why do you seem so upset?" I frowned when she blushed even more, and I could of sworn I saw her eyes fill with tears.
"I think I'm pregnant." She whispered and covered her face with her hands.
I had no time to reply as Professor Slughorn had rushed over to our table and tapped on my shoulder furiously. I was immediately torn from our conversation and turned to Slughorn.
"Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you urgently, Ms. Dehavilland." He said loudly and gestured for me to follow him to his office.
I bided farewell to everyone and followed the Potions teacher to the deputy's office.
Tom Riddle P.O.V
"What did the old man want?" I asked, lifting my hand to brush a loose curl from Hermione's bun (A/N: I lol'd when I wrote that xD call me immature ^^).
Hermione smiled and grasped my hand before saying, "Nothing important, he only asked me about the hex I put on Estelle." She giggled and batted her eyelashes innocently at me.
Somehow, I didn't believe that that was what they had spoken about as she hadn't mentioned any sort of punishment, but for the moment I let it lie and began a more interesting topic.
"You said you had a surprise for me during breakfast," I said, leaning forward to drop a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Ah, yes!" she grinned, "meet me at the Astronomy Tower around nine tomorrow!" she exclaimed.
"For my birthday, I presume?" I smirked.
"Your presumption is correct, Mr, Riddle." She giggled and leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on my lips. I smirked into the kiss and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me, deepening the kiss.
When we broke apart, we were interrupted by a quiet cough behind us. Druella stood before us, tears in her eyes and her cheeks blazing red. Hermione gave me an apologetic look, but I brushed it off and agreed to meet her later.
I found Cygnus alone in the Boys dorm, clutching a cigar and a bottle of Firewhisky. Seems like the happy couples had a tiff, I thought and moved to sit beside him, sliding the cigar from his fingers in the process and taking a few drags.
"Girl trouble?" I asked absentmindedly, leaning back against the bed post and running a hand through my hair.
He nodded slowly, and took another long swig of the foul liquid. "Ella thinks she might be pregnant." He whispered and took a deep, shaky breath.
I felt my eyes widen, I certainly hadn't been expecting that…although, judging by the Druella's swollen eyes and sickly complexion…that would make sense. "You didn't use protection?" I inquired.
He shook his head sadly, and hung his head in shame. "She thought I'd hate her for it. She still thinks that. I could never hate her; especially when she could be bearing my child…" he croaked.
I nodded in agreement, and leaned forward to study Cygnus's dreary expression. I didn't blame him for feeling that way of course. If Hermione suddenly told me she was pregnant I'm pretty sure I'd flip but eventually be…happy about it, I suppose. Although that was impossible at the moment seeing as we hadn't even had sex yet… But Merlin, did I want it. she had a strange effect on me that made it so anywhere and any when she could run her fingers through my hair, or kiss me in a certain way, or even give me a teasing look…and I'd be tempting to take her there. Of course, I wouldn't do that.
"If she is pregnant, just be there for her. That's all you can do really." I said, actually meaning what I said. That's what I would have done anyway.
He nodded in agreement and turned to look at me with the tiniest smirk on his lips. "Hey," he said, slightly amused, "I'm gunner be a daddy, Tom." Then he broke out in a tearful grin.
I clapped him on the back and grinned as well, feeling genuinely happy for him. Although, Merlin knows how she would hide the bump from gossiping students. If they really wanted to keep it, they were in for a rocky ride…a ride that I had never once believed I would journey down. But now…now, I could see a glimmer of that life, with Hermione, and I liked it.
My grin disintegrated when a more serious topic came to mind. "I want you to inform the Knights of an important meeting in one month. The exact date will be thought of another day, but inform all the Knights. This is possibly one of the most important meetings we've had so far, don't miss it." I said gravely and stood up to walk to the Head's dorm.
Hermione Granger P.O.V
"It has come to my attention, Ms. Granger, that you are engaging in some form of…relationship with Mr. Riddle. Am I correct?"
"Yes, Professor. You are correct."
"I thought so. What are your exact intentions, may I ask?"
"I have no intentions, Professor…but if I did, I assure you, they would be perfectly loyal to the light side. I admit, dating the future Dark Lord doesn't seem particularly loyal to other people…but my intentions are not betrayal of any form."
"Good. You must know, Ms. Granger, I am only asking you for your own protection. The fait of the wizarding and muggle world weighs on your shoulders. I sincerely hope that you are aware of the effect such a relationship could have on both yourself and others. He does not yet know of your blood status, am I right?"
"You are correct, yet again, Professor. He is not aware of my Muggle heritage, and he does not need to know either. Not yet anyway. I will tell him…eventually, when I feel his is ready for it."
"Yes, I just want to warn you though, he may seem to be a charming teenage boy, Ms. Granger, but do not be deceived by his show. I admit, he does seem to be particularly fond of you, but do not be fooled."
"I am fully aware of what he is capable of, Professor. I am grateful for your concern, but I can take care of myself, and I think I would know if Tom was tricking me."
"Yes, well, I have your best interests at heart, Ms. Granger."
"Thank you, Professor. I appreciate that."
"Good. Now, I am sure Mr. Riddle is awaiting your return. Oh, and I am aware of your encounter with Mademoiselle Delacour; 20 points from Slytherin."
"No detention, Sir?"
"Not today, Ms. Granger. Now off you go."
21:00, 31/12/1944, Astronomy Tower, Hogwarts.
There was a slight chill to the air tonight, but nothing that a warming spell couldn't cure. The sky was a shade of deep blue and silver stars dotted randomly about the canvas. Tom's present lay beside me, curled up in a wooden box lined with green silk. The box had been rather expensive, and the gift inside had tested my willpower to the max. I knew he would like it though, and unlike his Christmas present, this one would last him for well over half a century.
When Tom arrived at the Tower, I immediately leapt up to plant a kiss on his waiting lips. I loved how Tom's lips felt against mine; he made me go dizzy sometimes with the overpowering softness of them. I just wanted to kiss him all the time!
"Happy Birthday!" I grinned, and passed him his present.
He opened it with hesitation but the moment his eyes laid on the treasure inside, he was lost for words and a genuinely ecstatic grin spread on his face.
"Hermione…Thank you, thank you so much!" he exclaimed, lifting the baby snake from the box and studying its face.
I smiled at the sight before me. Maybe I was testing fait by buying him a snake…but I knew how much he loved snakes, and I couldn't deny this chance. "It's a girl. She's two months old, and she'll grow a lot bigger," I laughed, leaning towards the snake to stroke her head gently.
He smiled and gestured for me to move closer to his side. He placed her back in the box and slung his arm around my shoulder, placing a grateful kiss to my temple.
"Thank you," he whispered, "Really, this is the best birthday I've had!" he laughed.
I smiled in response and Accio'd two mugs of butterbeer which we drank eagerly. I could sense the tension between us; we were too quiet, and Tom's arm had slipped from my shoulder and was inching towards my hand. I felt like kissing him, kissing him senseless. But I didn't.
I knew something was on his mind, and I would have used Legilimeny but that would have been wrong, plus his mental barriers were like steal so there was no way I could have broken through them anyway.
"Hermione," he said, breaking the silence, "Can I do something?" he asked calmly.
I raised my eyebrow but nodded none the less, smirking in the process. He smiled and brought his hand up to caress my cheek with his fingertips. I loved the electric feeling it created and leaned into his touch. Tom leant forward so our lips were only inches apart and before I knew what was happening, our lips met in a passionate, sweet kiss that sent my head spinning. At that precise moment, I knew how I felt about Tom. It seemed so obvious to me, how did I not notice it sooner? Or maybe I hadn't allowed myself to admit my feelings for him; maybe my pride got the better of me. But not anymore, because there was no point in denying it anymore…there really was no point.
I tore myself from Tom's lips, panting a little from the heat of the kiss and breathed, "I think I'm inlove with you, Tom."
A lot of emotions flickered through his eyes in those next few seconds; shock, confusion, anxiety, more confusion, but finally happiness. And when he replied softly, "So am I," I didn't hold myself back and leapt into his arms, joining our lips once again.
Tom's hands seemed to be creeping closer and closer to the edge of my top and as I felt his fingers brush against my stomach, I felt a strange warmth erupt in the pit of my stomach and I suddenly felt extremely nervous as his hand slipped underneath my top to stroke my skin gently.
Our tongues danced violently and I could hear a growl form in Tom's throat when I ran my fingers through his raven locks and clutched desperately at his chest, feeling his prominent pecks through the thin material.
Tom tore himself from my lips suddenly and trailed hot kisses from my lips to my neck where I could feel him place electrifying bites, licking at my pulse point before blowing cool breath on the exact same place earning shivers of pleasure down my spine. He continued to bite, kiss and suck at my neck for a moment longer before moving down to my chest.
The feelings he was creating within me were unlike any I had ever felt before. Rational thought seemed to evaporate when I was around Tom. Right now seemed to be very much a 'act now, think later' situation, and that suited me fine because right at that precise moment, all I wanted to do was touch Tom and be touched by Tom. I loved him…and although he was a soon-to-be dark wizard, I really, truly, honestly, loved him. I wondered if he loved me back; he seemed to love me and for the moment, that was enough.
I felt Tom's lips crash back down on mine once again and before I knew what had happened, my top had been discarded as had Tom's and my back was now pressed against the stone floor, my hands pinned above my head with soft fingers trailing further up my stomach, inching closer to my bra. I thanked Merlin for my choice of bra this morning and smirked into Tom's lips, feeling his tongue trace my bottom lip before entering my mouth and starting an endless battle with mine.
I hadn't counted on this happening tonight at all; I suppose the sexual tension between us had been increasing gradually, although I hadn't ever really given it much thought. We hadn't even been together very long, but somehow we had progressed to this level already. Hark at me, I thought, I sound like a frigid 13 year old! You're seventeen, Hermione; you're ready for this.
You're not ready for this, Hermione, stop fooling yourself, I voice sounded in my head and for a moment I tried convincing myself they were right…but I knew they weren't.
If I'm not ready now, then I never will be. Now shut up and leave me alone, I thought and the voice immediately disappeared and left me to Tom.
"Hermione…" Tom panted, leaning over me with one hand stroking my cheek and the other stroking circles on my thigh, anxiously close to my heat.
"Yes, Tom?" I whispered, my eyes glued to his longingly craving his touch and the electrifying waves it created.
He smiled at me and dipped down to capture my lips. I graced my fingers over the contours of his chest, loving how they felt against my body as he pressed close to me. I failed to contain a moan as I felt his finger caress my folds and gently rub my jewel. My eyes literally rolled back into my head at the pure pleasure his affectionate touches was causing me. No one had ever made me feel this way, and I doubt anyone else could to be honest. I wanted to make Tom feel good as well, and even more so seeing as this was his special night…
He pulled back suddenly, and I ached for his skin against mine, but for some reason he seemed reluctant to continue. I was more than shocked, if not hurt, to see him give me a painful look and move away from me.
"Tom? What's the matter?" I asked, making no attempt to cover myself up.
He shook his head and covered his face with his eyes, refusing to look at me, "I can't do this, Hermione. I can't bring myself to take this away from you…" he explained with a regretful voice.
I sat, wide eyed at my boyfriend. "Tom, I- I want this to happen. I wouldn't have gotten this far if I didn't…" I trailed off, suddenly feeling very hurt.
Maybe he was just saying that and he really didn't want to have sex with me. Maybe I wasn't as nice to look at as other girls had been to him; maybe he was having second thoughts about being with me all together. Or maybe he had only been using me all along. All these wild, irrational thoughts spun viciously inside my head. I felt tears rim my eyes and I held back a strangling sob; it truly hurt not to be wanted by the man I loved.
"Hermione, are you crying?" he asked, disbelief lacing his words.
I shook my head furiously, blinking the tears away but not before a few escaped my eyes and suddenly I found myself drowned in unshed tears and sobs and Tom's arms circling me closely, protectively…as if he wanted me.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," he whispered, kissing my forehead, "I feel as if I've forced you to do this." He sounded hurt. It made me angry.
"No, Tom!" I exclaimed, "Do you think I would have let you t- touch me the way you h- have if I didn't like it?" sobs exploding in my throat.
He didn't reply, so I continued. "Do you find me so- so…disgusting, Tom, that you can't bring yourself to finish what you've started?" I asked desperately. I didn't want to hear the answer, but if he confirmed what I thought was true…then that was all I needed to hear to turn away.
He remained silent for a moment, either considering his reply, or too shocked to speak. "Hermione," he croaked, "don't doubt how I feel about you. I- I love you…with my entire heart and you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Please, don't doubt my feelings for you." he replied.
I glanced up at him smiling, and whispered, "Then make love to me, silly." And captured his lips in such a passionate and heated kiss that not only was I sore and aching from a night of such intense passion and love, but my lips were also bruised and swollen.
I had lost my virginity to Tom Riddle, and Merlin did it pack a punch!
Hello again everyone! I was so excited about writing this chapter that I couldn't keep my hands off the keyboard after I finished writing chapter 18. a lot of you have asked for a detailed sex scene, and I'm afraid to say that it isn't all that detailed, but once I started writing it, I couldn't stop so I apologise ^^ This is the first time I've written a "sex scene" so, don't be too harsh please? ^^ I would just like to add, that I loathe Estelle. She's a slag, and I don't like her ^^ I hope that you don't like her either, 'cause she's trying to steal Tom! Someone said that maybe Draco and Estelle should like…plot together and join forces to destroy Hermione and Tom's relationship. I would just like to say, that you're a genius ^^ Now, tell me if you liked this chapter, what you liked about it, and if you didn't like it, what you didn't like about it ^^ The next chapter is called I Will Follow You Into The Dark, i put it to you, my lovely readers, that the first person to tell me WHO sings this song, will get a shout out when i next update :) Until next time x