The Agreement

Tom led Hermione down the familiar hallway to a room on the right. He knew she had never been here before, so when she looked around he wasn't surprised. However, her expression did beguile him. She was serene, and interested not at all frustrated like he had assumed she would be.

She stared at one of the tables which held a bulky, torturous looking device on it. She touched it lightly and he closed his eyes, breathing in steadily. She was so innocent at the moment, and he hated himself for leading her here.

"Hermione?" he asked and she looked up, confused. "Do you what that is?"

She shook her head, intrigued.

"It's a torture device." He said solemnly, her hand went limp in his.

"What?" she said, turning angry. "What do you mean?"

"Let me explain to you who I am." he said sitting down on one of the couches near a window, he stared out it for a moment, wondering how she would react to his life story.

"Where's my wand, Tom?" she said angrily, holding her hand out in front of his face. "I feel I will need to have it at the ready in case you decide to strap me to that thing."

He winced, sighing. He would kill anybody who tried.

"Hermione, I don't know how to start, but-"

"Give me my wand, Tom, or I'm not talking to you."

"You have no need of it."

"Says the person in power!" she yelled. He wanted to tell her that he would never hurt her; he wanted to gain her trust.

"Hermione, trust me."

"And why should I do that?" she started walking around the room, fuming. "Because you are so trustworthy? No, Tom, I wont be played." She turned around facing him, "What did Jack mean when he said 'don't chain her to you that way?' What was he talking about?"

He stared at her, she was so beautiful, so smart and kind, yet he didn't know how he could make her his. She could be his queen, she could be as great as he someday. They could rule the world together.

But he knew that was ridiculous, one of the reasons he loved her so much was because she was good. She would never choose that life.

"He meant that I shouldn't yoke you to me like that, because he can tell …" Tom sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

"Because he can tell what, Tom?" she asked, impatient.

"Because he can tell that I love you." He looked up at her, she was shocked for sure, but she was also glad. He could see that in her eyes, even behind her anger.

"And he doesn't want me to become attached to you because he thinks I will end up hurting you."

"Why would you, Tom?"

"I don't know, maybe because my ambitions are more important than anything to me, or at least for my whole life they have been."

"And what are these ambitions?" she asked, although he could tell she had an idea.

"To rule the world." He hung his head, unwilling to look her in the eye.

"Why, Tom, why can't you just live a normal life, free of evil. Free of murder and dark magic. Why do you have to be in so much power?"

He looked up at her, he must have known she knew about his kind of magic, but he was still shocked to hear that she knew that much.

"Hermione, I-"

"No, Tom, I don't think you can justify yourself." She sighed, frustrated. "Just give me my wand."

"No." He said, resolute. He couldn't let her have it.

"Why? That doesn't make sense, Tom, why?" Her brows were slanted over her warm chocolate eyes, it was rather contrasting, the warm and the cold. "Tom, why did you take my wand?!"

"Because, Hermione, I wanted to ask you a question."

"What?" she was confused, "Why would you need to take my wand from me for that?"

"Because I knew you would blast my head off if I told you and you had your wand."

"What, Tom, what is your question?"

He looked at her, he couldn't ask it. She was so perfect, and he was so awful. They were opposites. Good and bad. White and black. Beautiful and ugly.

"Tom, just ask me. I won't judge you."

"I know, but you'll be angry."

"I'm already angry."

"Fine," he didn't know how to say it. He wanted her as his, all his forever. It was what he had seen in the desire sphere. Yes he had seen her, but he had also seen himself standing next to her. She was wearing a white dress, he was wearing a suit. A boy was in their arms. An heir. He'd fallen in love with the boy almost immediately. His son, his child. Tom hadn't felt a love like this before, not even with Hermione or his mother.

"Tom, just say it." She said more gently now.

"I was going to ask you to stay with me… forever." He looked down, unwilling to meet what was surely an angry expression.

"Tom, even if I didn't want to, why would I blow your head off for that?"

"Because it's me, and you know by now that it's a reason more than just I love you."

"Yes, I could have assumed as much, I suppose. But what is the underlying reason?"

He sighed, unable to understand why he didn't want to tell her. Before, with someone else he would have ordered that they stay, no matter if they wanted to.

"The other day, I saw," he hesitated, "The future I guess you could say. We were together, and married."

"And?" she was becoming impatient, he walked over to her and put his arms around her, she relaxed.

"And we had a child." He winced at the last word, waiting for her response. She tensed. "It was a beautiful child."

"A boy?" she asked tightly.

"Yes, why?"

"Because a boy would take over your place when you're gone, I'm guessing that's what you want right? An heir to carry on your name?"

He closed his eyes.

"That's what I thought. And if you thought that I would actually consent to that then your bloody insane! Bringing a beautifully innocent child into this world just so that you could destroy it with your evil ways is ludicrous and completely unfair to that child. You would teach him to kill!"

"And you would teach it to love?!" He yelled, angry and hurt at her obvious no.

"Of course-"

"And get stepped on all its life?"

"His life, Tom, his life. And no, there is a way to be kind and still be strong, look at Harry!"

And then she stopped, wide-eyed. Tom was confused.

"Who's Harry?"

"It doesn't matter." She said, looking down angrily.

"Yes, it does Hermione. Who is Harry?"

"He is, was, a friend."

"What happened?"

"I left."

"Why?"

"I don't know it wasn't my choice."

Tom pondered this, it didn't make much sense. But then what really had in the last few weeks. He reached his arms out towards her again. She glared at him, crossing her own across her chest. He smiled a bit at her stubbornness.

"Well, can you go back?" he hoped that she couldn't.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know how. And if I did I would be leaving a part of me." A tear fell down her cheek, which she hastily brushed away. He wrapped his arms around her again, it didn't matter that she didn't want him to.

"What part of you?"

"An important part."

"Would that be me?" he asked hopefully. His question was met by silence.

"It is me isn't it?" he asked smiling broadly, loving that she loved him too. "Admit it, Hermione; you're in love with me."

"Never." She said resolutely.

"I have ways of making you, you know." She trembled. He smiled darkly and kissed the corner of her jaw, slowly rubbing his lips back and forth in a seductive way. She trembled again.

"Stop, Tom." She said as she tried to push him away.

"You know you don't want that."

"How do you know what I want?" She asked, frowning.

"I could feel the way you responded earlier, Hermione. You wanted me, and that hasn't changed in the last ten minutes."

"Maybe it has." She said. He shook his head and placed one hand on her lower back, rubbing small, soothing circles on it.

"I don't believe you." He said, kissing her down her throat.

"It doesn't matter."

"I disagree."

"That doesn't matter either."

And then he was kissing her passionately again, just like before in the library. She tasted so good, so sweet. And when she ran her hands up and down his body, he trembled.

"Fine," she said pulling away for a moment as he tried to pull off her shirt. "But on my conditions." He smiled.

"And what might those be?"

"We don't conceive anybody tonight," she smiled unbuttoning her shirt slowly.

"And?" He said huskily, watching her.

"I'm on top." She said as she pushed him down.

Their clothes were off in a second. Their bodies intertwined. She moaned his name while he took her slowly.

A/N: Review review review! Sorry I didn't go into much detail in this scene, but I wanted you guys to be able to imagine it the way you wanted to.