Chapter Twenty-six: Loving Kisses
"Finals went well," said Tom tiredly as he and Hermione stepped inside their dorm. "I think we deserve a reward for all our hard work."
Hermione smirked. "What did you have in mind, Tom?"
"Come with me, and you'll find out," he answered, trying not to smirk as well. "I want to put the world on hold tonight, Hermione. The only thing I want to think about is you and me. Now, get your cloak and put it on. It might be chilly out."
"We're going outside?" she inquired curiously "I thought you were probably just going to take me upstairs."
"Not this time," Tom said, his hidden smirk widening into an irrepressible grin.
Hermione flicked her wand, and her cloak floated down the stairs. When she looked at Tom again, he was wearing his as well. Smiling, she folded him into her arms and craned her neck, seeking kisses. Tom bent forward willingly, and the two became passionate rather quickly.
"Not yet, love," Tom protested as he pulled back, avoiding more temptation. "Come, you'll spoil your surprise if you persist."
"But you taste so good," Hermione protested.
Tom bent and kissed her again, but more gently this time. His hands came up to play in her hair, and their breaths mingled together as he rubbed his sex against her lower belly—he was too much taller to meet up any lower unless she climbed up his body. She looked very much as if she wanted to do just that.
"Damn!" he said huskily. "Maybe it can wait."
Hermione giggled when he picked her up and practically ran with her up the stairs and to her bed, which was closer than his. Seeing where they were, she giggled again. "In here, Tom? This is a surprise."
"Merlin, I want you," he breathed out as he began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse.
"The feeling is mutual, I'm sure," she answered playfully as she swatted at his hands and finished the last three buttons herself. Next, she unbuttoned his fly, her grin broadening as Tom let out a little growl of annoyance that it was taking so long to be unclothed. "Silly man, you could magic the clothes away if it's that frustrating."
"I don't want to," he informed her. "I like the anticipation too much."
Giggling, Hermione slowly undid his zipper, making him groan in response. "Woman, if you don't get me out of there soon, I'm going to explode."
"Mm, not yet, you're not," she informed him. "I've got a special place for that."
"I know," he said with a chuckle. "I've been trying to get inside that spot for the past five minutes now—"
Giggling again, Hermione laid on her bed and lifted her hips as she said, "Here, if you want in there so much, why don't you help me out of my undies, and then you can have what you want."
"Well, they don't have to come off necessarily," he teased her as he lay on top of her, simply moving aside the crotch as he pulled his eager cock free and mounted her, their legs still hanging off the end of her bed. He braced his knees and held onto the bedpost, and proceeded to show her just how impatient he could be.
"Sweet Merlin, Tom, that feels so nice," she said as she angled her hips into a better position and thrust up to meet him. He moaned at the feel of it, and let go of the bedpost so he could latch onto her hips instead. Lifting her a bit, he slid her further onto the bed so he could rest his knees on the edge.
Hermione wrapped her legs around his, drawing him in even more, and heat sweltered between them. Tom fell forward and gently sank his teeth into the side of her neck, groaning with each thrust as he ran his tongue along her jawline, then moved in for a kiss.
"You feel so good, Hermione," he told her several times as he hurried the pace. "So damned good!"
Hermione was beyond words now as Tom worked his magic, firing her blood to a fever pitch. She felt her walls closing over him, and felt his shudder as he fed her eager womanhood what it was looking for. Totally spent, the two clung together for a while until they could breathe again.
"That was—incredible," Hermione finally managed to whisper.
"That was—just an appetizer," he answered, grinning as he moved off of her. "Come on, get dressed. You're going to absolutely love this."
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A cool breeze played across the field as Tom and Hermione walked briskly toward the gates that led out of Hogwarts. Once they were free of the charmed schoolyard, they would be able to Apparate wherever they liked, so Hermione had no idea what to expect as they passed the invisible barrier and Tom reached for her hand.
"Hold tight, love," he warned her. "This is a pretty big jump."
Hermione didn't get a chance to ask the question that formed on her lips as a result of this statement, for before she could say a word her body was suddenly sucked into a vortex, and it seemed like an eternity before it pieced together again.
When she looked around, she realized with a start of surprise that they must be in Paris. It was rather glaringly obvious since they'd popped right in front of the Eiffel Tower.
"What are we doing here, Tom?" she asked. "I thought we discussed this."
"Just a little romantic getaway, my darling," he whispered into her ear. "I've booked us a room for the weekend."
"I hope you know what you're doing," she said with a soft sigh.
"I'm wooing my lady," he said with an indulgent grin. "All ladies like a bit of wooing, so I'm told."
With a wry chuckle, Hermione shook her head. "Well, yes, I suppose we do," she had to agree as his hand slid down her back to urge her forward. They strolled together amiably until they came to a small inn and Tom brought her inside. There, he plied her with wine and suggestions until she was quite ready for something more.
"Shall we take a bath?" Tom asked with a playful grin.
"How can we?" she asked. "You don't have your toothbrush."
Reaching deftly into his pants pocket, Tom pulled free his toothbrush with a grin.