Chapter Sixteen: I Never Knew

Hermione stood with Tom just outside his bedroom door. With a look that sent chills down her spine he drew her close and nuzzled her aer as he said, "We can just cuddle if you like, Hermione. I mean, I know you haven't done anything."

Blushing, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him with some urgency, and he lifted her up just enough to bring her with him as he stepped inside.

Tom tossed Hermione away from him so that she landed right in the center of his bed. Hermione scooted up into the pillows with an amused chuckle. "Good aim, Riddle," she told him.

He laughed contentedly as he said, "You look good in my bed, Miss Granger."

"Well thank you for having me, Mr. Riddle," she replied as he joined her there, making them both laugh again. Their merriment died down to mirthful giggles as he ley down and ran a hand down her body, and died away in a look so hot neither could seem to catch their breaths.

"Tom," whispered Hermione as he moved over top of her and plied her with ardent kisses.

"Mm, Hermione, you taste so good," he whispered against her ear.

Gasping, she turned her head, and their lips met in a kiss filled with heated need. Tom lapped at her lips, and Hermione opened for him, her hot breath grazing his cheek as his tongue pliged inside.

Hermione's tongue slid against his, and Tom growled in response. Their hands met and Tom laced his fingers into hers, sqeezing softly. She sqeezed back as he moved away. There was little time for her to feel bereft before he pulled off his school robe and tossed it aside.

Hermione reached up to loosen his tie, and he pulled the loop over his head and tossed it away with a wry grin.

"Tom, are you actually making a mess?" Hermione asked in mock surprise. "That's completely unheard of."

"Given the right incentive," he commented as his eyes trailed appraisingly down her curves, "I think the unthinkable just might happen."

"And what incentive might that be?" Hermione practically purred. She started to loosen her own tie, but Tom stopped her hands so he could take it off of her himself. Instead, she busied herself unbuttoning his shirt.

Merlin, he's magnificent! she thought, and her mouth began to water at the thought of tasting his naked flesh. She lifted her head so he could take off her tie, and laughed when he threw it in the same direction he'd thrown his own.

"What's so funny?" Tom asked huskily.

"How will we know which tie is which?"

"Who cares?" he answered with an evil grin, and then laughed again. Moving back, Tom pulled Hermione with and helped her out of her robe.

With a sudden realization Hermione remembered that she'd worn the set of green undergarments today. As his fingers worked at her buttons, a slow blush made its way all over her body, sending sweet heat to every limb and orifice. Tom Riddle was about to see her in her knickers, and she wanted him to with every part of her being.

She slid the sleeves of his shirt halfway down his arms, and Tom did not bother to remove it further until the awkward placement made it difficult to continue undressing her. When he'd reached her third button, he impatiently removed the garment in one swift action, then returned his attentions completely to her.

"What's this you're wearing" he chuckled as he pushed her blouse off her shoulders. "Now I understand why you wear that sexy little smirk of yours ever since we went to Hogsmeade. I wonder what prompted you to buy something so very-Slytherin?"

"I don't know what you mean," she replied innocently. "I haven't been smirking."

"Haven't you?" he asked as he trailed kisses along her throat and over the top of the garment in question. Hermione giggled and blushed hotly as he took her blouse off entirely. Then he lay her back and traced his fingers down her belly to the top of her skirt, slipping one finger just under the elastic.

"So, is it a matching set?" he asked with a hopeful grin.

The heat in her face traveled through her body at the speed of light. Her chest tightened and her heartbeat grew so rapid she could hardly find her voice, so that all that came from her throat was a tiny mewling sound rather than any words.

Tom's grin broadened even more. "Are you going to tell me, or shall I find out for myself?" he asked slyly.

"Y-yes," she managed to stammer. Her fingers traced along his biceps as he hovered just over top of her, holding his weight off of her with his arms on either side.

"Yes they match, or yes you want me to find out?" He leaned onto an elbow beside her, and his hands traced along as he spoke so that they were poised on either side of her zipper at the end of his question.

"Th-they match," Hermione managed to get out as she realized her body was beginning to shiver.

Tom's fingers slowly unzipped her skirt as he whispered, "I think I'll need to see them for myself-just for posterity."

Hermione lifted her bottom so he could slip the skirt past her hips. When he had her in nothing but her knickers, he sat back and gazed at her approvingly, making her blush even more.

"Gods, Hermione, you look good enough to eat," he told her, and his eyes wandered down to the apex between her legs with obvious hunger.

"Oh!" Hermione gasped when he snaked his hands up her thighs and slid his fingers into the elastic. With a wicked grin, he moved down the bed and positioned himself so his face was just above her center, making Hermione moan again. Her When he bit her knickers just above her clit, she jolted upwards.

"Tom!" she practically shouted.

Chuckling, he slid her bottoms down just enough to expose her mons, and nuzzled his way inside.

"Tom!" Hermione whimpered, and one hand shot down to his head, ruffling up his hair, which she knew he preferred to keep neat.

HIs tongue reached the place he wanted, and Hermione groaned as paroxisms of desire racked her entire body. Her other hand joined the first.

With aching precision, his tongue played with the folds before finding their way to her throbbing clit. Hermione groaned as her fingers grabbed and pulled gently on his hair, making Tom gasp against her quivering flesh. His tongue flayed her most tender area with merciless persistence.

Hermione let go of Tom's hair and grabbed the covers instead so she wouldn't hurt him. Fists clutching his blanket, she tried her best not to buck her hips, but with little success.

"Oh! Oh god, Tom, I'm going to come!"

Her words were the trigger to have Tom bury his face further and lap even faster. Hermione totally lost it. Her hips bucked wildly, and Tom held her with avid determination. His mouth was everywhere-in her, on her, tasting, touching, kissing and nipping.

"Oh god, oh god, Tom! Yes! Yes! Oh please, yes!" she screamed. Her head flung from side to side, all of her muscled bunched up, and she grasped his shoulders to hold on for dear life. Tom lapped up everything she had to give until she lay whimpering beneath him, her hands sifting through his hair again.

Then he crawled up her body to ply her with soft kisses.

"I never knew," she whispered as his lips grazed her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips.

Smiling, Tom replied, "That good, huh?"

"Fishing for compliments, Mr. Riddle?" Hermione asked with a slight smile, trying not to laugh.

"Mm, I'll be fishing for more than that soon," he said, kissing her again.

"That sounds either very heavenly, or very decadent," Hermione replied.

"I suppose it's a little of both," he said as he kissed her again, and then again. Hermione felt completely blissful in his arms.