"Are you sure our Little Sparrow doesn't remember anything?" Avery asked. "Cause she turned white and started shaking when she saw me."
"She has the physical response of fear, but she doesn't know why she's afraid." Hermione shrugged.
Tugging her close, Tom pressed a kiss to her brow.
"I'll walk her down the aisle." Dolohov offered.
Rosier's face twisted in confusion. Why would Dolohov be walking Little Sparrow down the aisle?
Hermione flashed him a genuine smile. "My brother."
Mulciber snickered. "From the wrong side of the sheets, of course."
Sending a slight stinging hex at the boy, Hermione smirked at him.
"Mia." Tom murmured. "Be nice."
"I am nice, Tom; I'm the perfect angel." Hermione grinned.
Lestrange snorted. "Angel of Darkness perhaps."
Hermione's eyes sparkled in amusement and intrigue.
"I thought she was our Dark Queen." Rosier frowned.
"She's both you moron!" Malfoy snapped.
"Malfoy," Hermione's voice oozed calm and collectiveness. "While I thank you for defending me, do not call your brother a moron."
"Yes my Queen." Abraxas bowed at the waist.
"So now that's out of the way." Tom exasperatedly stated.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione smiled.
"I'm going to assign you all creatures to cultivate into our cause." Tom continued.
"My Lord." Mulciber respectfully inclined his head. "My little sister is a werewolf. With your permission, may I approach them?"
"You have a sister?!" Hermione exclaimed, put out that he had neglected to mention this earlier.
"Yes, my Queen." Edward paled, afraid he had displeased her.
"I would like to meet her." Hermione tapped her chin with her finger. "The wolfsbane potion needs much improvement."
"Saraphime won't take it." Mulciber sighed.
Hermione scoffed. "Of course not, its side effects are worse than Lycanthropy even for the most self-loathing wolf."
"Mulciber, you most definitely have my permission." Tom smiled. "Dolohov, see to the centaurs; Malfoy, the goblins; Lestrange, the vampires; Avery and Rosier, the giants."
"Yes my Lord." The Death Eaters coursed.
"And if you happen to stumble upon a witch or wizard that is sympathetic to our visions, bring them to us." Hermione ordered.
Malfoy frowned. "What will you two be doing?'
"Working at Borgin and Burkes, while recruiting." Tom smirked.
Hermione smiled a secret smile, she knew all who had joined the Death Eaters, which would be helpful in recruiting.
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Standing in her best dress robes, Hermione waited for her name to be called. She made sure her face looked bored the persona her professors and, most, of her peers saw would not be excited, she would appear bored and uninterested.
"Granger, Hermione." Dipit called.
Finally. Hermione made her way across the stage and took her diploma. Catching Dolohov's eyes, she missed the first step and crashed to the ground cutting her lip on a rock.
A collective exasperated sigh chorused from those present. Of course she would trip and fall.
Dolohov helped Hermione to her feet.
While the graduation ceremony was boring, Hermione knew that when it was over, Tom was going to have words with her – angry words.
As soon as the ceremony was over they slipped away, via a portkey, to Nott Manor.
Immediately, Tom grasped Hermione's arm, growling. "What the hell was that, Mia?!"
"No one was surprised, Tom." Hermione yanked her arm out of his grasp. "IT was exactly the same when I, purposely mind you, brewed a potion incorrectly.
"You got hurt." Tom's eyes flashed in anger.
Kissing him on the cheek, Hermione smiled softly. "A potion could have exploded and I could have gotten hurt."
Snarling, Tom grasped her shoulders and crashed their lips together.
The Death Eaters quickly made themselves scarce, this was not something they wanted to see.
Fisting her hand into his hair, Hermione responded eagerly, opening her mouth immediately when his tongue demanded entrance.
Tom lifted her up and Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist. Apparating to the bedroom, Tom curled his fingers under her dress shirt and yanked it over her head – buttons skittered over the floor.
Hermione smirked sultrily as her magic tore his shirt, causing it to flutter to the ground. Running her hands down his chiseled chest, Hermione took her lip between her teeth.
Tom spun them around and lowered her to the bed, smirking when Hermione reached out and unbuckled his pants. "Aren't we eager?"
"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this?" Hermione growled, tugging his pants down and pushed them to the floor with her feet – taking his shoes and socks as well.
Tom's pupils nearly took over his entire iris. "Mia?" His fingers danced over the hem of her skirt, brushing against her exposed skin.
Nodding, Hermione's pure black eyes sparkled like onyx when the stone is hit by the sun. She lifted her hips as he pulled the skirt down and kicked it to the floor.
Sweeping her hair to the side, Tom latched his lips to her neck and sucked. Determined to mark her, he bit down, causing her to arch into him. Hermione raked her nails down his back, hard enough to draw blood.
Tom hissed.
"Now, now, Tom." Hermione's voice was husky. "You know I don't speak Parseltongue."
Smirking down at her, Tom hissed again, before ripping off her brassiere and throwing it behind him. Leaning down he took a perky nipple into his mouth, sucking on it lightly before taking it between his teeth.
Hermione dug her fingernails into his back, rivulets of blood ran down his shoulder and fell onto her chest. Wisps as black as her eyes yanked the remaining cloth barriers from their bodies and encircled Tom, leading him to where he was needed most, where he wanted to be.
Tom dropped his forehead to Hermione's chest, his breathing erratic, she was tight and warm and oh so wet.
Pushing past the pain and wrapping her legs around his hips, Hermione canted her hips upwards.
The Dark Lord met her thrust for thrust, soon losing all composure and driving into her hard and fast. Enjoying that with each thrust he hit something that made Hermione dig for purchase on his back.
So enthralled in their passion, neither noticed the dark wisps twining around them, binding them together. Forgetting that blood, especially the blood of two virgins, and sex magic, when combined were powerful.
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A/N: And that is about as good as I can write a sex scene, so please be nice.