A/N: Here we go, ya'll! The action will start to pick up starting... here! ;) And I will be out of town next week, so another chapter won't be coming along until the week after. I hope you enjoy this one and as always - don't forget to review! :)

This chapter is dedicated to colubrina and dulce de leche go.

Beta: Glitter

The rest of the day passes, fidget by fidget.

Hermione feels as though she can't sit through any of her classes. Every small movement sends a wave of pleasure through her and halfway through the day, she's tempted to remove her knickers altogether because they're completely soaked through.

After her last class, she makes her way back over to the science building and up to Dr. Snape's lab. Upon walking in, she stops and blinks in surprise at Severus and Tom chatting together at the front of the room. The two men glance up and Severus nods at her shortly while Tom's lips begin to quirk up into a smug little smile.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Snape. Dr. Riddle." Hermione smiles quickly as she moves towards the front of the class before setting her bag down on the front chair. "Is there anything particular you'd like me to focus on today, Dr. Snape?"

Tom watches Hermione move around the classroom with a small smile as he lounges against one of the lab tables.

Severus shakes his head as he straightens up. "No, the usual. Today is the chemical closet inventory, and I am actually leaving for a meeting. Tom will stay and supervise in case you have any problems."

Hermione blinks, glittering brown eyes flickering towards Tom before going back to Severus quickly. "Oh? Well, thank you for staying, Dr. Riddle."

Tom's smirk widens slightly. "I have plenty of grading and work of my own to do; it's no trouble staying behind for Severus, who apparently has better things to do." Green eyes gleam with amusement as he looks over to his old friend, who is scowling back at Tom.

"Hah. Hah. Good evening, Tom. Miss Granger." The dark-haired man nods one last time before striding out of the lab and down the hall.

There are only a few heartbeats once the door clicks shut before Tom takes two long strides and scoops Hermione up into his arms, his mouth latching onto hers. She makes a soft whining sound as her arms wrap around his neck and, with a small jump, her legs around his waist.

He chuckles softly as he curls his hands under her bottom and pulls her closer. He kisses her softly, his tongue brushing against her lower lip before he nips it softly. "Hello, you little tease."

Hermione giggles as she runs her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. "Who? Me?" She blinks up at him with a grin, squeezing her thighs around his hips for a moment.

Tom snorts and squeezes her arse tight for a moment, looking down into her eyes. "Yes, you." He arches a brow as he steps over to settle her on top of the closest lab table. "I've been thinking about you all day, sweet."

She bites down on her lower lip and looks up at him from beneath her lashes. "Have you really?" She strokes her hands down his neck and shoulders, her eyes tracking the movement.

He arches a brow and reaches up to nudge her chin, drawing her eyes back to his. "Yes. That's a silly question, as you know it's true." He steps closer to her, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Don't doubt me; I will always tell you the truth. Don't question me; I will take care of you."

Hermione trembles at the commanding tone of his voice, her fingers clenching against his shoulders as she presses her chest against his, whispering, "Yes, sir." She lays her head on his shoulder as he strokes her hair lightly for a moment before she straightens up with a sigh. "I should get to work."

Tom smirks down at her, his brow arching. "If you insist. Not that it takes you very long to complete your tasks and you could otherwise be occupied for another ten minutes or so. But I commend your dedication." He presses a kiss to her forehead before stepping away and helping her down from the table. After another kiss to her forehead, he winks at her and moves over to the desk. He grabs his bag and, after making himself comfortable in Severus' chair, begins his own paperwork.

Hermione watches him work for a moment longer, smiling before she walks over to the chemical cabinet and grabs the clipboard hanging on the side of the large metal cabinet. She climbs the stepladder and, moving through each shelf methodically, begins the inventory.

They work in companionable silence for almost an hour when, suddenly, two rowdy boys push into the lab, chattering at one another before calling out, "Hey, 'Mione!"

Tom looks up from his papers slowly, one brow arching. Hermione looks up in surprise and blinks at the two boys from her position on the stepladder.

"Harry, Ron? What are you two doing here? I'm working!"

Harry grins and ruffles his hair with a shrug, glancing around the lab in a half-interested way. Unfortunately for them, Harry and Ron's backs are to Tom and thus they cannot see the storm cloud gathering on his brow. "We just wanted to swing by and see if you could get out early. We're going to go play football, and Ron wanted to see if you would tag along to watch."

Ron grins and nods, his eyes flickering down Hermione's legs. "Yeah, 'Mione. Come with us!"

She narrows her eyes at the two boys and plants her fists on her hips. "Excuse me? You thought you could come by here and just… convince me to leave my assistantship to watch you two idiots kick around a little black and white ball? Have you lost the plot?"

Harry sighs and shrugs, pointing at the redhead. "It was mostly his idea. Ginny and Pansy will be there, too."

Hermione quirks her eyebrows and starts to grin at Harry before abruptly remembering she's irritated with them. "No, but thank you. I'm working, as you can see, so I'll have to come play court another time. Now, shoo."

Ron crosses his arms and scowls around the lab. "Come on, Hermione. You spend all of your time in here now! We hardly see you anymore, and you never come to my games."

A soft noise comes from the general direction of the desk, and Hermione's eyes flicker over before moving back to Ron. "Ronald Weasley. I don't know who you think you are, but you can just turn around and leave. I'm busy and if you can't understand that, then… then I guess you aren't a very good friend."

Tom smirks as he folds his arms over his chest, leaning back in the chair and observing Hermione's verbal castigation of her friends. To be honest, she's extremely sexy in such a fiery mood, and it's turning him on, his cock twitching and half-hard in his trousers.

Harry smirks at the red-faced Ron and shrugs. "I tried to tell you, mate. Come on, let's go." He begins to turn and his gaze lands on Tom, eyes narrowing to green slits. "What are you doing here?"

Hermione gasps softly, "Harry! That's rude!"

Tom arches a brow and smirks at the two boys, Ron turning to look in the same direction as Harry before scowling at the dark-haired professor. "Oh, excuse me, boys. I was unaware that professors of this institution are not allowed in the classrooms."

Harry scowls at Tom. "That's not what I mean. Why are you in this classroom? This is Snape's lab."

Tom chuckles and nods, his blue-green eyes blazing at the younger man. "Amazing, Mr. Potter. You do know where the classrooms are. And yes, it is Doctor Snape's lab. However, he had other business this afternoon and requested that I keep an eye on Miss Granger while she completed the chemical inventory. Not that any of this information is your business."

Hermione sighs and rolls her eyes at the ceiling before she hops off the ladder and grabs Harry and Ron's arms, dragging them towards the door. "Thank you for stopping by, it was lovely seeing you, now get out. You're being rude to To- Dr. Riddle, and you're interrupting my work. Go away!" She releases them at the door and waves her hands, shooing them off.

Harry scowls at Tom over Hermione's shoulder before wrapping her up in a big hug, muttering near her ear, "If he's bothering you, just let me know. I'll go to Dumbledore."

Ron glares at Tom and then Hermione before he stomps from the room as Hermione sighs and shakes her head. "Seriously, Harry, it's wonderful. Now, please, just go play football. I'll see you guys later." She pushes away from Harry with a small smile and watches him as he nods and trails after Ron.

She heaves a sigh as she pushes the door closed and turns to look over at Tom as she bites her lower lip. "Sorry about that."

Tom's face is blank, his eyes flickering over Hermione's body before he speaks, "Lock the door, Hermione."

Her eyes shoot up to his, widening slightly before she reaches back blindly and flips the lock on the door. "Yes, sir."

He raises a hand languidly and curls a single finger. "Come here, sweet."

Hermione trembles. She glances to the chemical cabinet and walks over to him, stopping in front of the desk. "Yes, sir?"

Tom tilts his head and looks up at her before he swivels the chair to the side. "Around the desk."

She looks at him questioningly. However, she moves around the desk to stop at his knees without voicing the question. He's made it clear not to question him or his orders, and she has no plans to do so.

Tom rubs his thumb against his lip, watching her for a long minute in silence before motioning. "Take off the cardigan."

Hermione blinks in surprise before reaching up and, after unbuttoning the four large buttons, tugs it off and sets it carefully on the desk.

He reaches out and, grasping her wrist, pulls her closer. "Onto my lap, sweet."

She smiles quickly as she slides onto his lap, knees on either side of his legs as she squirms a little to get more comfortable.

Tom slides his hands up her thighs, tucking them beneath the knee-length skirt so he can stroke her legs. He frowns slightly at the lack of skin-on-skin contact due to her leggings but continues to stroke slowly. "You know you belong to me, don't you, Hermione?"

Trembling, she nods slowly and whispers, "Yes, sir."

He nods as his hands work up her thighs and around her hips to grasp her arse and drag her closer. "Good girl." He rolls his hips into hers, grinning as his hard cock grinds against her cunt, hot even through their pants, and she gasps in surprise.

Hermione whimpers softly as he grasps her hips and holds her still, as he looks up at her with narrowed eyes. He is silent for a long moment before he loosens his fingers slightly to stroke her hips, murmuring, "I don't care for others to touch you. However, I know it's practically impossible to command you never to touch another or be touched, especially once we begin training." He sighs deeply then looks up to her, his lips quirking. "But I am possessive and commanding and I hope that doesn't bother you."

She shakes her head slowly as she leans back on her hands, braced on his knees, sighing softly. "No, sir, it doesn't bother me. In fact…" She licks her lips and glances down to where their pelvises are pressed closed together. "In fact, it's really sexy. Intoxicating, actually."

He chuckles softly and tilts his head, his hands moving over her hips and stroking her sides lightly through her shirt. "I'm glad you think so, I admit. You've burrowed your way under my skin; I'm afraid I can't let you go, Hermione."

She looks up to him with a brilliant smile before she bites her lower lip. "Can I… can I do something for you?"

Tom quirks a brow as his fingers continue to lightly stroke over her ribs. "Something, little one? Anything in particular?"

Hermione nods slowly, looking into his eyes as a blush creeps over from her cheeks and down her neck. "Yes. I'd like… I'd like to… to pleasure you. With my mouth."

His brows arch in surprise as he shifts in the chair. "Oh, you would? And if I don't allow you to?"

She bites her lower lip and glances down as she squirms uncomfortably. "Then I'd have to wait until you do allow me."

He chuckles and reaches up, his hand stroking her cheek lightly before tilting her head back up by the chin. "Oh, sweetheart, you're too perfect. Have you performed fellatio before?"

Hermione shakes her head slowly, looking back up to him with wide brown eyes. "No, I haven't, sir."

Tom sighs softly as he strokes a few loose curls back from her face before burying his hand in her hair, gripping it firmly but not painfully. "You're perfect, sweet." He leans in and kisses her gently, pressing his mouth to hers for a long moment before he settles back into the chair again. "This isn't precisely the venue I'd imagined, and oh, I have imagined, but I find I cannot resist your delectable little pout. Go ahead, sweet, suck my cock. If you do well, perhaps I'll let you come as well."

Letting out a soft whimper, she wiggles her arse back over his lap until she can slide down his legs to kneel on the floor in front of him, between his thighs. After a moment, she grabs her cardigan and tucks it under her knees before resting her burning cheek against his khaki-covered thigh.

Tom smiles, stroking her hair gently for a moment before lightly tugging on her hair. "Keep going, sweet."

Hermione looks up at him from under her lashes as her hands stroke along his calves before she rises enough to reach his belt. With trembling fingers, she focuses her attention on working it loose, pushing each end to the side as she unsnaps the button on his trousers.

Tom shudders as she undoes his trousers, her wrist brushing against his cock through the cloth. He sighs, half-relief, half-anticipation, as she works the zipper down and tugs the trousers further apart.

Hermione hesitates briefly at his dark grey boxers, the bulge of his swollen cock pushing up between the plackets of his khakis before she carefully tugs it out of the way to release his swollen member.

She whimpers softly as it stands up straight in front of her face before she reaches out and lightly strokes her fingers along the length. Tom hisses at the contact, his head tilting back against the chair for just a moment before he looks back down at her, watching her slow movements intently.

She wraps her fingers around him slowly and squeezes, stroking her hand along his length. He's long and thick, her fingers just able to touch at the tips, with a slight upward curve.

"Like this, sweet. " Tom reaches up and curls his fingers around hers, directing her movements until she gets it, and he drops his hand again, letting her explore.

Hermione smiles up at him quickly before focusing on his cock again, her hand stroking him firmly and eliciting a quiet groan from his throat. She glances up at him at the noise, smiling briefly as she looks back down. She strokes her fingertip along the head of his cock, smearing the liquid beading at the tip and pulling another groan from the man completely under her power at the moment.

Tom growls softly as he reaches out to curl his fingers in her hair. "Alright, sweet, no more playing. You wanted to suck it, do it now."

She leans forward and lightly drags her tongue along the tip of his cock, her eyes shifting to watch his reactions as she does. She opens her mouth and gently wraps her mouth around the tip of his cock, lightly sucking as she swirls her tongue around him, much like a lollipop. She slowly works her way down his length, licking and sucking as she goes, before she shudders as the blunt edge nudges her throat, and she draws back with a gasp.

He grunts as she pulls off of his cock, his fingers flexing against her scalp as he mutters, "Down. Again."

Hermione licks her lips and pants softly, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his cock before she swallows him down again, drawing him deep into her mouth as she strokes the bit that she can not fit into her mouth just yet.

Tom groans deep in his chest, his fingers loosening and rubbing against her scalp as she pulls back and moves back down. He gasps, his hips rolling and pushing up into her mouth again. "Fuck… Hermione… I'm close, sweet!" He hisses, his nails scraping against her scalp as she moans against his swollen cock at his words.

She whimpers as he begins to thrust up into her, slowly and carefully, but holding her head in place and fucking her mouth. Her hand snakes between her thighs, rubbing at her pussy through her leggings feverishly as he continues to thrust into her.

"Hermione! Her – mi – ne!" He growls and bows over her slightly as his cock swells, and he begins to come into her mouth, his mouth hanging open as he pants and groans with each throbbing shot into her.

Hermione jumps in surprise as the first spurt hits the back of her throat, and she opens her mouth wider, attempting to catch all of his come. She swallows as some spills from her lips, dribbling down her chin when he begins to relax and he slouches back into the chair, panting and eyes clenched shut. "Good God, woman."

He sits there for a long moment before slowly opening his eyes and looking down at her, still kneeling between his legs and with his come on her mouth. "Fuck. Come here, sweet. You earned a reward for that." He tucks himself back into his pants carefully, fastening the trousers back up and leaving the belt open, before reaching out and helping her stand. "Go slowly, your legs may be a bit wobbly."

She reaches out and holds onto his shoulders as she stands up, shaking her right leg a little to loosen up the cramped muscles. He leans towards her, rubbing her calf carefully.

"Better?" He looks up at her and at her nod, slides his hands along her legs and under her skirt. Working his fingers beneath the waist of her leggings, he tugs them down to her ankles along with her knickers, where he helps her take off her shoes and then removes the clothing completely. "I prefer you bare legged, but I know that it's cold out. I'd like you to wear knee high socks from this point on, understood?"

Hermione nods slowly, trembling as his cool fingers slide along her heated legs, goosebumps erupting across her skin as she whispers, "Yes, sir."

"You're perfect, I've said that before, but I don't think you understand how truthful I'm being." He sighs softly as he strokes her thighs, his head tilting to look at her legs before he motions with his chin. "Sit on the desk, sweet."

Hermione licks her lips, sighing at the lingering flavor of his cock in her mouth, as she settles on the edge of the desk. Tom rolls the chair back into place, picking up her feet and settling them on the chair on either side of his thighs.

"Lean back on your elbows. Try not to knock anything off the desk. Wouldn't want Severus to get his knickers in a twist." He smirks up at her as she blushes but follows his direction, leaning back onto her elbows and wiggling a bit to settle herself into place.

He nods and flips her skirt up to her waist, his eyes flickering over her swollen and glistening core. "Beautiful." Raising a hand, he lightly strokes his fingertips against her lower lips, smirking at the shudder that rocks her entire body. He leans in and drags the tip of his tongue along her core, a soft cry wrenching itself from her throat, as her back arches. "So sweet. You are delicious."

Hermione whimpers as Tom leans in and attaches his mouth to her cunt, his tongue tracing over her lips before plunging into her, thrusting and lapping at the freely flowing juices. He groans against her flesh as he continues to eat her out, alternating between slow and easy licks and hard, quick strokes.

His lips fasten onto her clit, and he sucks hard, swirling his tongue over the swollen nub. She shudders and throws her head back as she cries out again, just barely cutting herself off as she bites her lower lip with a groan.

Tom drags his tongue from top to bottom then draws her clit back into his mouth, suckling hard and fast as she collapses onto the desk, knocking some of the objects on Severus's desk onto the floor.

Hermione stuffs her hand into her mouth, crying out as she begins to come, her thighs clenching and tightening against his shoulders. "Nnnnngh!"

He glances up at her from his position between her thighs, his tongue slowing and stroking gently as he helps bring her down from her orgasm. Her body slowly relaxes, flat on top of the desk, panting and trembling in reaction. With a final lick, he sits back and digs a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his mouth before reaching out and gently helping her to sit up. "Come here, sweetheart."

She slowly maneuvers herself from the desk and slides into his lap with a soft groan, as she settles against his chest. He quickly wipes her mouth with the handkerchief and chuckles softly, adjusting her in his arms. He rests his chin on her head as he strokes her back and arse soothingly.

They sit together quietly, the only sound their slowing breathing until Tom presses his lips to her temple. "You're such a good girl, sweetheart."

Hermione sighs softly, nuzzling her nose into his throat with a smile. "Thank you, sir. Did I… do all right?"

He laughs softly, tugging her hair gently to look down into her eyes. "Yes, sweet, you did perfectly."

She smiles brilliantly before nuzzling back under his chin, tucking herself against him comfortably. It is the perfect next step in their relationship.