A/N: Hello again, everyone! So sorry about the long wait for this chapter, but - as I said before - I was in Boston for a week and had to write the next chapter and get it through my darling Beta, so... here we are! :)
This chapter may seem boring but it is VERY important in any D/s relationship, so it had to have it's own chapter. Don't worry, there's a surprise at the end... ;) Enjoy!
Beta: Glitter
The remainder of the week passes quietly, with little alone time for Tom and Hermione after their interlude in the lab on Thursday.
Friday sees rain and sleet falling all day long, and while they see each other in the lab again, Severus is there for the entire time and after twenty minutes, Tom makes his excuses and slips out with a small secret smile in Hermione's direction, which she returns.
Neither of them notices the razor sharp eyes surveying the couple.
Late on Friday, after Hermione has already gotten into bed, her phone buzzes from where it rests on the bedside table.
Reaching over, she scoops up her phone and slides the screen open. Seeing Tom's name, she smiles as she reads the message.
(Tom Riddle): Are you still awake, sweet?
(Me): Good evening, sir. I'm still awake, for now.
(Tom Riddle): Brilliant. I have finished drafting our contract. Would you be able to meet me for lunch at my flat tomorrow, around 1pm?
(Tom Riddle): We can go over it and iron out in final details that you may wish to change.
Hermione blinks in surprise, nibbling at her lip in thought for a moment, before replying to the message.
(Me): Yes, that should work with no problem. I was just going to study tomorrow anyway. I'll be there at 1pm! :)
(Tom Riddle): Perfect, I will be here and will see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, kitten.
(Me): Thank you, sir, and sweet dreams to you, as well.
Hermione sighs happily before laying her phone back on the table and settles back under the blankets. Snuggling her head down into her pillow, she giggles a little giddily to herself. She's really looking forward to their lunch date.
. . . . . . . . .
The next morning dawns drizzly and cold. After rising from her bed and showering, Hermione carefully gets ready for the day. She digs through her drawers and tugs on a pair of cute pale yellow knickers, followed by a pair of jeans. After a moment's thought, she leaves off her bra and pulls on just a camisole with a thick, warm jumper on top.
After sliding on a pair of thick socks, knee high red and gold ones that she usually saves for school events, and wellies, she trots down the stairs with her bag slung over one shoulder.
It's still early enough that there are only one or two others in the Gryffindor common room, all of her close friends still in bed as far as she can see, so she heads out to the dining hall on her own.
Quickly eating a couple of pieces of marmalade slathered toast and draining a cup of steaming hot tea, Hermione then makes her way over to the library. She still has a few hours of good study time before she will need to leave for Tom's flat for their lunch date.
Settling in at her favorite table in the library, Hermione spreads her books and papers around her as she works. After about two hours, her phone buzzes in her bag and she pauses to dig it out, her heartbeat picking up until she flicks open the screen and laughs at the message.
(Harry Potter): Where r u?
(Me): Where else would I be? And would you please type out the whole word, it only takes an additional two seconds.
(Harry Potter): But that wouldn't annoy you. ;)
(Harry Potter): You must be in the library.
(Me): Hah hah. And yes, I am. Are you planning to join me today?
(Harry Potter): Nope, I'm meeting Pansy shortly and we're spending the day together.
(Me): Awwww! :) That's so sweet.
(Harry Potter): Shut up.
Hermione laughs quietly, glancing around the library to make sure she didn't disturb anyone – the only other student she sees is on the other side of the aisle and still surrounded by their stack of books – before looking back to her phone.
(Me): It's cute, Harry. I'll be in the library most of the day, I'd like to get a head start on that final essay for Binns.
(Harry Potter): Yes well you do that Mione. C U L8R! ;)
(Me): Bye, Harry! Have a great time – but not too great of a time! ;)
(Harry Potter): Shut up.
She snickers softly and begins to set her phone aside, before pausing and setting an alarm for noon. She knows how easily distracted she gets by her work and definitely doesn't want to forget about lunch.
Smiling at the thought of seeing Tom again in just a few short hours, she bends down back over her laptop and books and settles in.
When her alarm goes off, what seems only minutes later, and sends her phone rattling across the top of the table, Hermione jumps and grabs it with a guilty glance in the direction of the still lone student behind their pile of books.
Hermione gathers her materials all together again, and after placing them into her bag, strides out from the library and down the sidewalk. It's a brisk walk to Tom's flat, and she bounces up the steps to knock on the door.
After a few moments, she can hear footsteps and the door unlocking before it swings open, with Tom standing in the doorway with a slight frown on his face.
She bites her lip, struggling not to grin at him like a fool. "Hullo."
He visibly relaxes, his lips quirking up into a slight smile. "Hermione. Come on in."
She slips past him and wiggles out of her wellies before turning to watch him close and re-lock the door, wavering between embracing him on her own or waiting to see what he does first.
Tom turns towards her, chuckling as he catches sight of her red and gold argyle socks. "Nice socks." He smirks and reaches out towards her with one hand.
Hermione sticks her tongue out at him before walking closer to him. "Thank you." She hesitates and he watches her curiously before she wraps her arms around his waist and rubs her face against his chest.
He blinks in surprise before letting out a soft laugh, his arms curling around her and pulling her tighter against him, squeezing her tight. "What brought this on, then?"
She smiles and breathes in deeply, drawing in that electrifying scent that seems to make her brain turn to mush around Tom. "I wanted to give you a hug, but I didn't… I don't know all the rules. Can I just do this?"
Tom reaches up and strokes her hair back from her face before gently tugging her hair and tilting her head back to see her face. "Sweet, you can almost always hug me, kiss me, touch me. There will be situations where you should not make the first move, during our private play scenes or when I let you know, but otherwise, you can touch me whenever and where ever you like." He winks at her with a crooked grin, causing her to laugh and nod.
"All right. I understand. Good." She bites her lip as her fingers rub through his shirt against his back.
He watches her for a moment, that small smile lingering around his lips, before he leans down and kisses her forehead, pressing his warm lips against her skin as he breathes in her scent – the ever present vanilla and jasmine that must be her perfume or body wash, along with the faintest traces of dust and marmalade. He murmurs against her forehead, "You must have been in the library."
Her head pops back, and she looks up at him with wide eyes. "How did you know that?"
Tom laughs and squeezes her one last time before stepping back. "I can smell it in your hair, dust and books." He smirks as he reaches down and grasps her hand. "You can leave your bag here in the hall if you'd like. I have everything in the kitchen, along with our lunch."
Hermione nods slowly before slipping the repaired bag from her shoulder and leaving it on the floor beside her wellies. "Oh, let me grab my phone, just in case." She leans down and digs it out of the pocket before allowing Tom to lead her into the kitchen.
Once there, she smiles at the sight of their lunch – turkey and ham sandwiches, homemade chips, and a bottle of lemonade, with a tea tray with biscuits still sitting on the counter for afters.
"I made the chips this morning, but everything else is store bought." He smirks back over his shoulder at him. "I'm a mediocre cook, at best."
Hermione laughs and shakes her head, setting her phone on the counter and turning to look at him. "That's all right, I'll cook for you sometime."
Tom's brows quirk up, and he grins. "And a good cook too? However have I managed to get my hands on you?"
She shrugs and smiles up at him sweetly. "No one else wanted you?"
"Ohhh, watch that tongue, little girl." Despite his warning words, he is grinning as he walks over to the cabinets and pulls out two glasses, turning to set them on the table.
Hermione leans against the counter, watching him as he finishes putting things together for their meal. She chuckles a little as she realizes that he's barefoot, biting her lip again while her eyes trail slowly from his feet and move up along the worn jeans (They make his bum look a-mazing!) to the soft cotton navy V-neck t-shirt.
When her eyes reach his face, she blushes as she realizes he's been watching her entire perusal. "See something you like, love?"
She snorts and rolls her eyes, grinning a little. "Oh, hush, you. You're far too smug."
Tom chuckles and reaches out, gently tugging her over to the table and helping her into her chair before settling down beside her on his own. "I figured we'd better eat first, and then we'll go through the contract. It shouldn't take long, but it is very important."
She nods slowly, picking up a chip and chewing it before clearing her throat. "I, uh, I did what reading I could on this… this kind of relationship. So I think I'm prepared, and I agree it is very important." She flashes a smile at him before eating another chip. "And these are so good!"
Laughing, he pushes a few from his plate onto hers with a grin before they dig into their food. They eat together companionably, with little conversation, until they're full, and Hermione has wiped out all of her chips and a few more of his with a soft moan.
"I'll need that recipe, you know."
Tom smirks at her and shakes his head. "I'll make them for you whenever you'd like, sweet. If that's all it takes to keep you here…" He grins and winks at her. "Would you mind getting the teapot to the table? The water is simmering on the hob."
"It just might be. Keep me in those chips and books, I'll never leave." She laughs softly and helps him move the dishes to the sink before grabbing the tea service and moving it to the table.
"Good to know." Tom moves back to the table with a slim packet of papers in his hands, just as she pours the water into the teapot and they settle back into their chairs, Hermione's eyes fastened on him expectantly. "Alright, sweet. This is our contract. This will be the master copy, and once we've gone through it all and filled everything out, I will make a copy for you and you can keep that one. This one will stay here with me. Any time either of us would like to look over the contract together or make changes, we will meet and sit down, just like this, and go over it. Does that sound good?"
Hermione nods slowly, lacing her fingers together in her lap. "Yes, that's good."
Tom smiles at her, nodding before he slides the papers over to her. "Here, look over them. It's all laid out very plainly; we don't want any miscommunication. I'll pour while you read. We'll go through it all in detail, so you don't have to read it word for word yet, and like I said, you'll have your own copy to memorize as you see fit." He grins as she pulls the papers closer and begins reading through the first page before he had even finished speaking.
He pours the tea and prepares both of their cups to their liking as she flips through the pages. He pokes through the biscuits and digs out an almond one, nibbling at the edge while he watches her scanning the words.
After a few moments, Hermione slides the packet back to him and takes a sip of her tea, staring at a whirl of the wood of the table before she looks up to him. "You're right, it is very detailed."
Tom nods slowly, taking a sip of his tea as well before replying. "It is. Are you ready to begin, sweet?" After she nods, he sets his teacup down and pulls a pen from his pocket. "Then we'll get going. First, you need to pick a safe word. This is a unique word that will allow any scene or play that we are beginning, in the middle of, or ending come to a complete stop, if you feel as though you cannot continue for any reason. It should be something easy to remember; many I've known use traffic lights. Red for stop, yellow for approaching limits. It's completely up to you."
Hermione swallows another mouthful of tea. "It can be anything I like; there're no limitations?"
He shakes his head. "Whatever you're comfortable with, sweet. It's for you, in case you are ever uncomfortable."
She nods, frowning in thought as she nibbles at a chocolate biscuit while contemplating. He watches her for a long moment before she looks up at him with a lost look in her brown eyes.
Tom smirks, glancing down at the paper before looking back at her with an arched brow. "How about… waffles?"
Hermione blinks a few times before she starts laughing, a blush creeping up over her face and spreading rapidly beneath her jumper. "Oh, very funny."
He nods, all while still grinning. "I thought so. All right then, sweet, what's your choice?"
"And I have to pick one right now?" She nibbles at her lower lip, idly pushing the last bite of her biscuit across the plate.
"Well, no, but we can't and won't play at all until you have. Or you can choose one and then change it, later." Tom watches her closely as her eyes focus inward, and she crumbles the bit of biscuit with her fingers.
"All right. Waffles." Hermione's eyes flick over to him, smiling as he starts to grin, and he scribbles the word down in the blank on the contract.
"Waffles it is, then, sweet." He chuckles and moves down the page a bit. "The next part is what you would address me as. I have my preferences, but you may be uncomfortable with them. Since we are entering a full relationship, we are being open and truthful with one another. My preferences are Sir, which you've done very well with, and-or Master. Other Doms that I know prefer different things, but ultimately, it is up to you."
Hermione nods and squirms in her seat a little. "I am comfortable with Sir. I think I could be comfortable with Master, as well, but I don't know."
Tom smiles at her, reaching over and gently squeezing her hands. "Sweet, I promise that I will push you to the very edge of your limits, but I will never do anything that you explicitly would not enjoy. If you're comfortable with Sir, you can use that."
She nods again and smiles back at him. "Put both; I may like to use both."
He looks exceedingly pleased with her words, and after giving her hands a final squeeze, sits back and picks up his pen to make the note. "Now, for what I would like to call you…" He smirks over at her, chuckling at the blush that has moved down her neck. "I will use sweet, occasionally kitten or darling. Is there anything you will or will not like to be called?"
Hermione purses her lips and squints at him, thinking for a moment before shaking her head. "I can't think of anything."
Tom tilts his head, his sea-green eyes darkening as he looks her over slowly. "So, you agree to sweet; would you like me to call you my little slut?"
Her eyes widen, and she squirms in her chair again, letting out a sudden rush of air. "Uhm… well. As a thinking woman, I shouldn't like it? But I don't find it… completely disagreeable." She ducks her head down before grasping her cool tea and draining the cup.
He bites down on his lower lip with a flash of white teeth before he sighs softly. "You really are a perfect girl, aren't you?" He smiles, making a note on the page. "Let's see… I'm going to assume, as a virgin, that you do not have any STIs, and the school performs health examinations once a year, so I know you've had one fairly recently." His eyes flick up to hers, smiling briefly as she squeaks out a 'no, I don't' before making another note. "Do you have any medical issues that I need to know about, specific conditions or medications?"
Hermione shakes her head. "Nope, I'm very healthy."
Tom smiles at her, before flipping the page. "All right. You are a novice in the scene, with zero years' experience. What is your sexual orientation?"
She blinks at him. "Uhm. Straight?"
He snorts a small laugh and looks at her. "Are you not sure?"
"I mean… I've never been with a woman. It's nothing I've ever thought about, honestly. I mean, I've seen women and thought, oh – she's pretty, but never… I'd like to sleep with her." Hermione clears her throat and glances up at the ceiling, her face burning.
Tom laughs softly and shakes his head as he makes a note. "It's all right, sweet. Relax. This is just to be sure everything is out in the open; you don't have to do anything you are uncomfortable with." He watches her for a moment, waiting patiently as she begins to relax before he reaches over with the teapot and pours another cup of tea for her and tops off his own. "All right. Marks. My preference is for light marks or bruising that may last for a limited amount of time, under the clothing and nothing permanent. You can also choose to have no lasting marks of any kind, heavy marks, or open cuts, lasting or permanent marks."
Hermione watches him with wide eyes. "Oh! Uhm. Nothing that would show, right? Nothing that would last for very long, maybe a day or two? Nothing permanent! And definitely no cutting." Her nose wrinkles at that as she shakes her head.
He chuckles and nods. "So the same. Good, sweet." He makes a few more notes on the paper, before flipping the page over. "Excellent. These last pages, front and back, are for you to fill out. It's a fairly comprehensive list of scene play and sexual activities. You'll mark each with a number, zero to five. Zero is absolutely not, and will be considered an absolute limit, we'll never do it. Five is something you love or think you would love." He stands up and sets the paper and pen in front of her with a smile. "You do that while I clean up."
"All of this? Wow. Fairly comprehensive is right." Hermione picks up the pen with a soft laugh and looks down at the long, long list. She leans in and begins marking her limits as Tom watches her for a moment before he moves over to the sink and begins washing up the dishes they used for lunch.
While she continues to go over the contract, he pads around the dining area, cleaning up all the debris and doing the washing before he sets up a new pot of tea, washing up the first while the water boils.
Pouring out a fresh cup for the both of them, he settles into his chair and watches her finish the contract. After another moment, she sighs and sets the pen down and leans back into the chair. "Wow, that was… definitely comprehensive. Oh, thank you." Hermione smiles at him and picks up her tea, sipping the steaming liquid carefully.
Tom nods with a crooked smile. "It's meant to be. We don't want to leave anything up to chance and for me to hurt you or otherwise make you unhappy." He sets his cup down and reaches out, picking up the contract and flipping through it slowly. "I believe that is everything. I'll make a copy of it for you in my office, and we'll both have a complete set. Be right back." He winks at her as he gets up and heads out of the kitchen.
Hermione sighs softly and smiles, looking down at her tea before she sips it again.
After a few minutes, Tom walks back into the kitchen and hands her a freshly copied and stapled contract. "Here we go, sweet. It's all official and everything."
She blushes and looks at the paper before looking back up to him. "Wonderful. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders." She laughs a little then stands. "Let me just tuck this into my bag, so I don't lose it." She slips from the kitchen and pads into the front hall, leaning down to carefully tuck the packet and her cellphone into her bag.
When she straightens, Hermione jumps in surprise when a pair of hands grip her hips and tug her back into Tom's lean, hard body, as he tilts his head down to murmur in her ear, "Have I mentioned how delectable your arse looks in those jeans, my little slut?"
Hermione is surprised by the shudder that wracks her body at his words, as one hand grips her hip and the other slides under her jumper to stroke her stomach.
"In celebration, why don't we begin with something simple and well-known? I believe you've earned your first spanking, sweet." His voice is dark and smooth in her ear as his fingers lightly rub through her camisole.
"Oh! Yes, sir." She trembles and leans her head back on his shoulder, letting out a soft whimper when he presses his lips to her neck.
"Come with me, sweet." Tom kisses her neck again before stepping away, leading her into the living room and settling on a low but wide leather ottoman. She stops just in front of him, watching him and nibbling at her lower lip. "Good girl. Take off your jumper, jeans and knickers."
Hermione hesitates for a moment before doing as he says, tugging off the jumper but leaving the camisole, quickly followed by her jeans and knickers in one move, laying them all on the couch nearby.
Tom tilts his head and smirks, reaching out and lightly gliding his fingers along her thigh. "Good girl. And you didn't wear a bra, I like that." He purses his lips as he looks her over slowly, his eyes lingering on her long legs with her Gryffindor red and gold knee socks. "No bra from now on during scenes, unless I provide it for you. You may continue to wear one for school, if you wish, but never when you're with me. Understood?"
She nods, trembling as his fingers slide over the arch of her hip. "Yes, sir."
"Good, sweet. Now, come here and lay across my lap." He guides her down onto his lap, helping her shift into the correct and most comfortable position. "Just like that, love, good job. Now, I'm going to swat you. You will count them and thank me for each one, do you understand, sweet?"
"Yes, sir." Hermione whimpers softly as he strokes her arse, fingers massaging lightly before he draws back and spanks her, just hard enough for the skin to tingle.
"One, thank you, sir!"
Tom shifts, tugging her closer with his free arm, before spanking the other cheek, just as hard.
"Two, thank you, sir!"
He continues, alternating cheeks, as she continues continuing with each spank until she's sobbing into the leather of the ottoman. Every third or so spank, his fingers would brush against her hot, wet center, lightly stroking just for a moment before continuing to spank.
"Twenty, thank you, sir!" Hermione shudders as she moans into the leather, panting as though she's run a race.
"You're such a good girl, sweet. Would you like to come now?" Tom smirks as he lightly strokes her arse, first one cheek and then the other, before slipping his fingers between her legs to caress her cunt.
"Oh, please, yes sir!" Hermione cries out softly as he slips two fingers deep into her with a soft groan of his own.
"You are so wet, sweetheart, you're positively dripping." Tom sighs and thrusts his fingers into her over and over, holding onto her shuddering form with his other arm. He twists his hand and drags his fingers along her clit, smiling in satisfaction as the first touch to her hypersensitive flesh triggers her orgasm.
Hermione groans, clutching at the ottoman and shuddering against his lap, the feeling of his swollen shaft pushing into her side making her twitch.
He works his fingers in and out of her slowly, easing her down from her orgasm before helping her sit up in his lap, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.
She sighs slowly and tucks her head under his chin, relaxing in his embrace as he strokes her hair.
After a few moments, Hermione stirs and stretches her legs out carefully.
Tom smiles, sliding his hands down her legs and rubbing the muscles slowly. "You're such a good girl, sweet. Feel better?" He chuckles when she nods empathetically, her fingers curling into the short hair at the back of his neck.
He presses a kiss to the side of her head before gently nudging her head back. "Can you stand, sweet?"
Hermione nods before settling her feet on the floor and standing up, smiling down at him until he stands and kisses her forehead. His hands stroke lightly across her shoulders then down her arms, watching her relax even further.
"Let's get you dressed, darling." Tom reaches out and pulls her pants and jeans over, helping her back into them, and then holds out the sweater. "I must say I prefer you without the sweater, but I suppose it is cold out." He grins at her, one thumb brushing over an erect nipple through the camisole.
She whimpers softly and looks up into his eyes. "Thank you, sir." Her eyes sparkle as she smiles at him, arching her back and presenting her breasts to him more.
Tom chuckles and leans down, kissing the curve of her breast before pressing the sweater into her hand. "Do you have anything else you have to do tonight?"
Hermione sighs deeply and pouts up at him. "I should spend some time with my friends and get some work done."
"Yes, you probably should." He reaches up with the hand that teased her nipple to stroke her cheek. "I'd like to see you again tomorrow if you can. We should begin our training with a… member of my cohort."
Her eyes widen as she looks up at him. "With someone else? Another man?"
He nods firmly. "Yes, sweet. Another man who will not touch you with his skin, nor penetrate you in any kind of way."
Hermione draws in a deep breath and then lets it out with a nod. "All right. Tomorrow night? I can be here, whenever you'd like."
Tom smiles and kisses her forehead and then her nose. "Yes, love. Tomorrow at - we'll say seven o'clock. We can have dinner and then go into the playroom."
Hermione smiles and nods. "Brilliant. I'll be here then." She pauses then leans up and presses her lips to his cheek before stepping back and pulling on her jumper. "May I go, sir?"
He nods again, tweaking the hem of her jumper with a smile. "Yes, sweet, you may go. I'll see you tomorrow."
She grins up at him, kissing his chin before spinning and trotting from the room.
Tom can only stand in the living room, staring after the crazily bouncing curls that have just floated from the room. He smiles, touching his chin with his fingertips lightly before sighing at the sound of the closing front door.
A/N: Wasn't that worth the wait? :D
For reference to Tom and Hermione's contract, I used a basic D/s contract that you can find (for your own edification) with a quick Google search.
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