The Surprise

Hermione woke up. She stretched and realized how hard her head was pounding. It was quite painful, she sat up. That was a bad idea.

"Uhh," she groaned, trying to slowly lay herself back down. She heard a chuckle and looked to her right.

"Tom?!" she shouted, not knowing how loud it would be, "What are you doing here?" then she looked down.

She gasped; she was naked, and so was he. She blushed deeply, and pulled the cover up over herself.

"Are you alright, Hermione? I suspect that you're pretty hung over now." He said coming around to her side of the bed, still naked. He leaned over her and picked her up gently.

"Come, let's eat some breakfast. Pancakes are the perfect hang over food."

"Tom, let me get dressed first." If she wasn't so embarrassed, she'd be fuming at him right now, but she felt so exposed, so dirty and ashamed.

"It doesn't matter, Mione, we're by ourselves." He walked out the door and Hermione started struggling, trying to get out of his arms.

"But Jack and Greta, they can't see us."

"Look around, were not at the Potters anymore." She did, and what she saw was frightening and beautiful.

The hall they were, though similar to the Potters', was darker, grander. The walls were black, the floors a deep brown wood. There were multiple green paintings placed on the walls. They were of men, wizards in black robes. They were regal looking, powerful.

"Some of the greatest men in the house of Slytherin," he said, seeing her wandering eyes. "They are my source of encouragement. They were great and I will be too."

"So this is your home?" she said, still marveling at all the grandeur.

"Yes." He said smiling proudly.

There was a knock at the door and Hermione winced at the loudness of it.

"Come, we should get you some hangover potion." He carried her into the kitchen.

"Shouldn't you answer the door?" she asked as he set her down and went into an adjoining room.

"I know who it is, and he'll wait for me."

"He's not going to come in here, is he?" she panicked. He poked his head out of the door, smiling jokily.

"So what if he does?"

"Tom!" she said, getting out of her chair.

"I'm just kidding, Mione, calm down." She did, but she was still angry.

He placed a drink in front of her and went to the fridge. She looked at it warily.

"It'll help," he said, rolling his eyes, "You'll feel better in a second."

"Tom," she said as she took the first drink, "I'm very angry with you about last night."

"Hey," he turned towards her, "You wanted it too. It's not my fault you're a lousy drunk."

"It's just, you knew I was angry at you. So why did you take advantage of me?"

"Darling," he drawled, walking over to her slowly, "You practically begged me for it."

She blushed, "I did no such thing!" Her headache was already gone and she found that she could yell at him without pain. "You're just a jerk."

Unfortunately, she was a klutz and when she got out of her chair, she hit her head hard on the table, crying out. Tom was immediately by her side.

"Hermione, are you okay?" he said cradling her head in his hands.

"No Tom, get away from me!" she said, and pushed him away. She walked to the door, rubbing her head soothingly. She had just rid herself of a headache. As she walked to the door, preparing to find her clothes and apparate back to the Potters', she ran into someone. Tom cursed behind her. She looked up, seeing Cygnus. She blushed, stumbling back, trying to cover herself.

Cygnus looked amused and contented.

"Black," Tom spat standing in front of Hermione, "Stop staring at my … wife." He said, his voice fading as he said that last, unbelievable word. Hermione reeled.

"What?!" she was fairly sure she had never shouted so loud in her life.

"See that's another thing that happened last night." He said, his eyes amused.

"Why would you do that?!"

"I wanted to make sure you would stay." He said a bit more seriously this time.

"Tom that's-"

"Well," Cygnus interrupted loudly, "I'm sensing a general hostility coming from that side of the room," he pointed to Hermione, "So I'll wait for you in the study, Tom." He looked back at Hermione, "You look lovely by the way, love."

"Alright, Black, you should leave." Tom commanded, although Hermione could tell he was pleased of his friend's reaction. "I'll be with you in a moment."

"Yes, my lord." Cygnus bowed and left, smiling broadly.

"Tom are you crazy?" She said, a little calmer now, "I think you were drunk last night too, you must be to ever think that I would consent to marry you."

"Look at your hand, dear." He pointed to the large diamond on her left ring finger. She gasped.

She looked towards him again, hurt.

"You can't just do that, Tom; you can't just make me get married to you. That's not fair."

"Would you not have married me?" he asked, angrier now. "Would you have said no."

"That doesn't matter anymore!" she yelled, "I didn't get a choice. You chose for me, Tom, and that's the bloody problem!"

"Why is that such a big deal, Hermione, if you would've said yes anyway, why does it matter?"

"Because, Tom, you can't control me. What happens when the next time you choose for me, it changes my life negatively? What happens when it's not what I want? It's not fair, I'm a person too, Tom, and you may be the lord of a group of men, but you're not my lord."

"Hermione," he started, but she didn't give him time to finish.

She ran to the room where she knew her clothes would be and put them on. Then she apparated back to the Potter mansion.

A/N: Hey guys I hoped you liked it, I didn't really plan for them to get married at first, but then it happened. Review please!