DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!

Normal Life Doesn't Exist

Chapter 5

The two of them practically fell through Hermione's front door after she'd unlocked it, laughing about nothing due to the amount of wine they'd had.

"It's not that bad!" she giggled, closing and locking the door behind Tom, who was now looking at a family picture hanging on the wall.

"Wow. They do look like me." he said. Hermione put her keys down in the bowl on a nearby table and walked behind her husband. Roping her arms around his waist and kissing his back through his shirt and jacket, she managed to distract his attention from his daughters' faces.

He turned and looked at her. They shared a gaze for a moment before Hermione took his hand and led him upstairs. Successfully pulling him past the girls' room and into her own, she closed the door after him. As he sat on her neat-but-soon-to-be-ruffled bed, he removed his coat and she walked over to him. She took his coat from his fingers and dropped it onto the floor. He scooted back a little and she straddled him abruptly.

"Aren't you eager?"

"I've wanted this for over 6 years. Cut me a little slack." She said, kissing him softly but then it became more heated. His arms went around her waist and pulled her closer to him (if that was even possible) and they continued the very compatible kiss. Her cold and slightly shaking hands ran up and down his back, making him shiver with desire, and he allowed himself to be pushed back onto the sheets, their lips never parting for even a second.

His own hands went down onto her arse as hers began to unbutton his shirt, still kissing. When his shirt was open, she trailed from his lips to his neck, past his collarbone and to his muscles. Taking each nipple into her mouth, one by one, he groaned and ground himself against her.

"Mione...Need you..."

"Be patient, Tom." She whispered gently against his skin and continued kissing his chest.

But he lost control. Flipping her over and pinning her under him, he slowly pulled down the top of her dress, kissing and licking as he went. Whilst he worshipped one breast with his mouth, he did the other with his hand. She moaned and writhed under him as he continued to pleasure her, she also savoured it as she hadn't allowed herself to be touched like this in over 6 years and was so glad that Tom was there with her. She wrapped her fingers tightly into his hair as he switched to her other breast and he continued to whisper how much he had missed her and what he wanted to do with her over the night and future.

He unwound himself from her locking embrace, in favour of pulling her dress off her completely, tossing it to the floor and then removed his own shirt. Clad only in her bikini briefs, Hermione crawled up to the headboard and leant against it, waiting for Tom to finish undressing but gave a small disappointed groan when he stopped at his trousers. He chuckled.

"Don't worry, pet, they'll come off sooner or later." He said, referring to his tented and now painfully tight trousers.

"Tom." She whimpered as he crawled up to her, licking up her thigh. Only then did he actually take off his trousers and surprised and pleased Hermione to see that he wasn't wearing underwear. She went to move closer to him but he stopped her.

"No, darling. Lie down." He ordered. She rearranged herself to suit his command and waited patiently. He smiled down at her, kissing her again, this time softly and gently. But then, he began kissing down her stomach. Instantly knowing what he was going to do, she tried to relax but was quite nervous. When he reached her dripping core, he smirked to himself.

"Eager, aren't you?"

"Just for you." she whispered as he blew onto her heated flesh. She squealed in pleasure and surprise as he gave a slow lick, tasting her juices.

"Shhh. Quiet, darling." He ordered and did it again, making her barely able to control herself. 5 agonising minutes later, she came hard, screaming her release to the empty house. Tom rose above her, a drop of her release on his chin. She leant herself up on her elbows and licked it off, making him groan deeply. She fell back to the pillows with a sated smirk on her face and closed her eyes, giving a satisfied sigh.

"No, no, no, darling. No sleeping. I've still not had my way with you."

She smiled and opened her eyes. "Then go ahead."

"Oh, I will." He said, nudging her legs even further open with his knee. Settling himself at her entrance, he looked down at her for a moment. "You sure?"

"I've been sure about this for the last 6 years. Stop making me wait, damnit, and fuck me." she snarled.

"No." he said quietly.

"No?" she asked, not quite understanding him.

"I'll fuck you another time. Now, I'm going to make love to you."

She smiled as he entered her slowly and she mewed in pleasure.

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The blankets were soft and warm against her skin and a solid heat was against her back, with an arm around her waist. This was how she usually awoke but slightly differently. She usually thought that her husband was behind her but he wouldn't be. Usually. But today, he was. She sat up in bed, waking Tom, who stayed silent, realising that she didn't think he was there. Not caring about her nakedness, she was about to get out of bed when he put his hand on her hip.

"And where do you think you're going?"

She turned around and then squealed, jumping out of bed, taking the one and only blanket with her. She backed up against a wall as he waved his hand and was dressed in his trousers and then he rushed over to her.

"Hermione, Hermione, it's me. It's Tom."

"No, it can't be you."

"Yes, it is, it is me. Don't you remember last night? I met you at the restaurant, we talked, you brought me home."

"No, it can't be you! You're not here! This is just a very intense dream. Wake up, wake up!" she snapped, hitting her temples with her palms. He held her wrists and pressed himself against her.

"Hermione, last night - you told me that you decided on Jane Eve Lily Christina Granger and Merope Emily Rose Hermione Granger just on whim and because you thought they sounded nice. You said that you didn't work because I was giving you money to live on. You said that you chose Jane and Merope after their grandmothers and you 'just knew' that it had to be those names. You said-"

"How do you know that?"

"You told me!" he shouted, losing his patience.

"...I did?" she whispered.

"Yes, you did." He whispered back, releasing a wrist and using his hand to stroke her cheek.

Then, she burst out crying and they embraced each other. After a few minutes, she looked at him. "It's you."

"It's me."

"You're here."

"I'm here."

"...Were you always this tall?"

He chuckled and leant his forehead against hers. "Take a shower. Clean yourself up. You'll see me soon enough." He said, kissing her lightly, letting her go and then Apparating out.