A/N: SO! Hello! :D It's been a little over a month since the last update and I have to say so sorry! Life has been truly crazy. So, here is a slightly longer chapter than usual in order to make up for it.

There is also a nod of the head in there towards my most darling beta. ;)

Beta: The Glitteriest of Glitters

When Hermione's eyes peel open to the hazy light of early morning streaming through the window, she lets out a soft groan at the subtle ache between her legs. Squirming around a little on the bed, she lets out a quiet giggle as the arm that is curled around her tightens and pulls her tight against the lean body behind her with a grumble.

"Quit squirming, sweet." Tom's voice is low and husky from sleep, and Hermione lets out a soft sigh before twisting in his arms to look at him.

"If you'd let me get comfortable, I would." She laughs softly when he tightens his arm further, smashing their bodies together and tangling their legs until there is virtually no way to tell what belongs to whom under the blankets.

Nuzzling his head down into her throat, Tom huffs out a breath as she curls her arm around his shoulders and buries her fingers in his mussed hair. Just as he starts to drift off again, she mumbles softly, "Shit."

He groans softly. "What now?"

"Uhm, I have to use to loo." She lets out a laugh as he groans again, louder, before rolling away from her with a grunt. Still chuckling, Hermione quickly slips from the warm bed and tip-toes across the cold floor and into the washroom. A flush of the toilet then the water running and turning off in the sink, and she scampers back into the bedroom, practically launching herself into the bed and worming under the covers. "So cold!"

"Sorry, I don't turn the heat on very high. Come here." Tom reaches out and pulls her back into his arms, hissing softly when her cool skin presses against his. "Fuck, I should go turn it on…"

Hermione wraps her arms around his shoulders again, legs twisting around his. "No! Just stay in bed, here; let's get closer, and I'll be warm in no time." She squirms against him and presses her head down against his chest.

Letting out a grunt, Tom's fingers trail down her bare back and over the curve of her arse. "You need to stop squirming around now, or I will guarantee that you'll be too tired for your second session today."

Peeking up at him from just beneath the covers, a smile pulling at her lips until she bites down on the lower, she wiggles her hips a little closer to his and lets out a soft whine at the feel of his thickening cock rubbing against her skin. "It would be so worth it…"

He smirks and looks down at her, just as his hand lightly spanks one cheek – not very hard, but enough for her eyes to flick up to his, fully at attention. "Not today, little one. We'll have many more mornings to spend wearing ourselves out." He leans down and presses his mouth to her forehead. "Now, are you awake enough to get up, or would you like to sleep a bit longer?"

Hermione pouts up at him before she yawns suddenly. "Well, I could probably sleep for a bit longer; it's still a bit early. I would say maybe read a bit, but that would require getting out of this bed." She smiles as she closes her eyes and settles her head back down on the curve of his shoulder meeting his arm. "Maybe just a little more sleep…"

Tom chuckles softly and kisses her temple as his free hand strokes her wild curls back from her face. "Of course, love." He watches as she smiles again, eyes still closed, and slowly relaxes until she's breathing slow and deep.

He draws in a deep breath as he presses his nose against her curls, allowing his eyes to drift shut at the mingling of scents – hers and his, sex and sleep. He murmurs into her hair as he pulls her pliant body even closer, "Sweet love."

. . . . .

When Hermione opens her eyes again, she is alone in the bed. She rolls over and stretches out with a low groan, the mingling of the low ache in and the stretch of her muscles causing a lovely mix of pleasure and pain.

She sighs happily as she relaxes again, resting her head on his pillow – she knows it's Tom's from the lingering scent of his shampoo – for a moment as she drowses contentedly in the toasty covers.

The sun shining through the window is now strong and bright, and she stares up at it for a long few moments before dragging herself from the bed. Looking around for something to wear, she frowns at the complete lack of her own clothes before a mischievous grin spreads across her face. Approaching his closet, she rifles through it until she comes across the line of his button up Oxfords. Tugging one from the hanger and slipping into it, she buttons it up and then tiptoes over to the chest of drawers.

Pulling open the top drawer, she grins at the neatly folded pants. Shutting then moving to the next, she chuckles at his just as neatly folded and stacked socks. Carefully digging through, she withdraws a pair of his thick woolen socks and tugs them on, giggling as they almost reach her knees.

Pushing the drawer closed again, she saunters out of his bedroom and, after a quick stop in the loo to brush her teeth, heads down to the kitchen. Peering in, she smiles at the sight of Tom sitting at the table with a mug in one hand and a red pen in the other as he scowls down at the papers in front of him.

"Are they that bad, Tom?"

He jumps in surprise, his eyes flicking up to her as he sets the mug down before his head snaps back up to look at her more closely. "Uh, no. Just one or two. What are you wearing?"

She freezes, having stepped into the kitchen, and her brown eyes widen as she looks at his face closely. "Oh, uhm, I couldn't find my clothes. I just… I thought… I'm sorry, I'll go change." She spins around and just as she's moving back to the door, Tom hops up and loops his arm around her waist, dragging her back against him. Her sock-covered feet offer no resistance on the hard floor and she squirms in his grip, until his mouth latches onto her neck, his teeth worrying at the delicate skin as his hand slides up and through the gap of his shirt to cup her breast.

Hermione gasps in surprise before letting out a soft moan as her head falls back against his shoulder. He chuckles softly, a low dark sound, as he teases her hardened nipple, rubbing the edge of his thumb over and around the nub. "Oh, sweetheart, you thought I didn't like seeing you in my clothes? My scent on your skin?"

She lets out another moan, a little louder, when he pinches her nipple suddenly, her hips jerking as her back arches. "Tom...!"

Dragging his mouth up along her neck, he growls low into her ear as he tugs on her nipple. "If I had my way, I would never let you out of this house. Keep you naked and ready for me to have my way with you at all times." His other hand curls around her hip and inches his shirt up out of the way until he can cup her cunt, long fingers stroking through her neatly trimmed curls until he reaches her entrance, already ripening with her arousal. "Would you like that, sweet? To be ready and waiting for my pleasure, for me to take you in every room of this house at my whim?"

Hermione lets out a soft whine as his fingers delve into her wet pussy, one arm curling back around Tom's neck to stabilize herself. Letting out a soft cry when his fingers stroke along her clit, she shudders as he continues to speak into her ear, his throaty dark words causing the low warmth in her belly to flare into burning flames. "Yes, sir! Oh, please, sir!"

Tom growls softly against her hair as he strokes her swollen clit again. He slips a foot between hers, gently pushing them further apart and widening her stance as he supports her with the arm across her chest. "You've been such a good, good girl, Hermione. And you look so delectable, I don't think I can resist giving you just one little taste before our session."

He takes a small step back, leaning her back against his chest as his fingers continue to play with both her nipple and her pussy, stroking and pulling at her skin. He carefully adjusts her in his arms, swapping hands and cupping her opposite breast with fingers slick from her own juices. He begins to pluck and carefully twist the nipple as the cool fingers of his other hand delve deep into her throbbing channel.

"Oh, God! Please, sir, I'd l-like to come!" Hermione cries out at the sensation of his cool fingers, so different from her hot flesh. She shudders as he tugs again on her nipple, and he growls into her ear.

"You beg so prettily, sweet one, I find that I can't deny you this time." Tom adjusts his grip on her breast, holding her tight against him, just as he removes his fingers from her gripping pussy. She moans in disappointment at the loss of his fingers, just as he slaps her pussy lightly, striking against her clit. Her hips jerk as a short scream is torn from her throat. He can't help the low moan that rumbles in his chest as he strikes her again, eliciting another cry and convulsion as the pleasure and pain mix.

He leans over her further until they're curled into one another as he thrusts his fingers back into her pussy, pumping them steadily as his thumb rubs along the sensitive nub of her clit. As Hermione's hips jerk and push into his hand, he bites down on her shoulder just as the flutters of her pussy strengthen and she cries out with her orgasm. The muscles of her pussy clench and clutch at his fingers, as she tightens all around him, her thighs locking on his hand.

Hermione shudders and cries as her orgasm flood her senses, her hands clutching at his neck and arm as she struggles to stay upright, even though his arms are holding her tight and safely in place so that she can't collapse to the floor as her knees turn to jelly.

She whimpers as he slowly withdraws his hand from her sensitive flesh and then straightens her up, before scooping her into his arms and settling onto one of the kitchen chairs. She curls into his chest as she continues to tremble in reaction, panting and sinking completely into his embrace. "Th-thank you, sir."

Tom tightens his arms around her, pulling her in tightly against his chest as he smiles, kissing her forehead gently. "Always, sweet. You earned it, being such a good girl."

Hermione sighs softly as she nuzzles against his neck, smiling. After a moment of resting against him, she wiggles her hips and looks up at him from under her lashes. "And you, sir? Should I help…?"

Chuckling, Tom laces his fingers through her hair and grips it firmly, tilting her head back so that he can lean in and kiss her lips, his tongue tasting her mouth thoroughly as he holds her in place, before drawing back with a smirk. "No, you will not. This moment was for you, sweet. You may want to revisit it later, depending on how you take your training session."

She nods slowly after the kiss, her eyes heavily lidded as she observes his face just as he is looking down at her. They remain that way for a few long minutes before she smiles sweetly and wrinkles her nose. "Have you eaten anything, or just had that now cold tea?"

Tom chuckles and gently untangles his fingers from her hair, helping her to sit up straighter on his lap. "Just the tea. Are you offering to make breakfast?" With a quick glance over his shoulder at the clock. "Well, brunch."

"You've made the last few meals. It's my turn, and I think I can handle a bit of a scramble." She kisses his chin lightly before sliding from his lap. Tom smirks, watching her dig around in his fridge and pulling out ingredients.

It's such a comfortable domestic moment that he shudders with the power of the emotion that washes through him. This is what I want. He lets out a gust of air before glancing back at Hermione again, watching her tossing chopped up tomatoes into the pan before cracking eggs on top of them.

Taking a swallow of his cold tea, he goes back to the papers he was grading as Hermione cooks their breakfast. When she begins to pull the pan from the hob, he cleans up his piles and moves them to the side table along the wall, and pulls down the plates to dish up the food.

Hermione rinses out the old tea from the pot and starts a new one as Tom gathers up the dishes for breakfast. They plate up the food and pour their tea, settling down at the table to eat together in companionable silence.

After eating, Tom leans back in his chair with a soft groan and grins over at her. "I suppose we'll see if I get food poisoning now."

She lets out a snort and glares at him though her twitching lips are all the evidence he needs of her holding back laughter. "Hush, you." She sighs happily and takes a swallow of her tea as she tucks her legs underneath herself. "What time should I be ready for the training session? And should I do anything special to prepare myself?"

Tom shifts, straightening up in his chair and locking his calm, blue-green gaze on her. "No, nothing special to prepare. And we will begin at one o'clock. I told today's trainer to be here at ten 'til, but he enjoys being obnoxious and will probably show up around half twelve." He rolls his eyes before he stands up with a glance at the clock. "Speaking of, it is almost time. Why don't you head upstairs and shower? Today you'll need to be completely nude, except for the mask." His eyes flicker down her legs as she stands, and his lips quirk. "You may wear those socks, as they are mine, and I wouldn't want you to catch a chill."

Hermione's eyes sparkle as she looks up at him in amusement before she glances at the dishes. "What about these?"

Tom reaches out and tugs her close. "I'll take care of that. You head upstairs." He leans in and kisses her, slipping his tongue into her mouth to tease hers for a short moment before he pulls back. He chuckles at the blissful expression on her face before he lightly kisses her nose and nudges her towards the door, swatting her arse. "Get going, sweet girl."

She lets out a soft laugh as she scampers from the kitchen and up the stairs. After showering, and using a liberal amount of Tom's own body wash in order to smell like him for longer, she braids her hair back from her face and tugs her stolen socks back on before slipping from the loo and into the playroom. Finding the mask on the shelf by the door, she secures it into place before she settles herself on the edge of the padded table, again already covered with a white linen sheet.

Heaving a sigh, she looks around the room aimlessly, before suddenly smiling as she realizes that the air isn't at all chilled anymore. He's so considerate; I'd be a frozen Hermione-cicle by now otherwise.

Hermione chuckles and lies back on the table, swinging her feet and humming quietly as she waits for her Master and whomever his friend is that will be assisting today.

After a while, her eyes pop open when she hears approaching voices and footsteps. She pushes herself up, sitting up straight just as the light knock sounds on the door before Tom steps through.

She quickly hops from the table, not realizing the swing and bounce that her movements lend to her bare breasts until she notices Tom's gaze wavering and flickering downwards. She holds back a giggle as her eyes flicker to the other person stepping into the room. They widen suddenly at the gleam of white-blond hair, and she gulps when Lucius Malfoy steps completely into the room, a lascivious smirk pulling at his lips. "Hello, pet."

Grey eyes trail down her nude body, lingering at her breasts then down to the neatly trimmed thatch of hair between her legs.

A sudden throat clearing makes Lucius smirk even wider before turning to look at Tom. "Let's begin, shall we?"

The dark-haired man scowls at his old friend, eyes narrowed into slits. "Yes, let's begin." He turns back to Hermione, stepping closer to her. "The rules are the same as before, sweet. This is Lucius, and he'll be taking you through your session today. I'll be here, watching. Lucius will wear gloves for the duration of the session, and will not touch you except for what's required for today's training." At these words, his gaze moves back to the blond, who is standing just inside the room with an even wider smirk and amused eyes.

"Of course, Tom. We all know the rules by now. You've been very thorough in reminding me of them." He chuckles as he shuts the door behind him and moves into the room, setting a case on top of the dresser.

Hermione bites her lower lip, her gaze flickering from Lucius and back to Tom. Tilting her head, she reaches out and lays her fingers gently on his wrist. He jerks slightly, tearing his eyes away from Lucius and looking back to Hermione. Visibly relaxing, he smirks and, turning his hand, grasps hers and pulls it up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her fingers before he leads her back to the table. "Up on the table, sweet, face down."

She smiles back softly before looking at him in surprise. Cautiously, she crawls up onto the table, propping herself up on her elbows. Tom steps close beside her, his fingers stroking along her arched spine and along the curve of her arse. Lucius turns back from fiddling with the case and smirks at Tom's overly possessive touch.

"Now, brother. You'll have to move away from the table as I show your girl my… expertise." He grins widely, flashing his white teeth in Tom's direction. "I will leave the choice to you, little one. Which would you like to experience with your first taste of impact play today?" Turning to the case, he first removes a thick paddle covered with what appears to be black leather with a cushioned handle, which he lays on the table in front of Hermione; next is a slender crop with a tag of black leather at the end followed by a flogger.

Hermione swallows, her eyes wide as she stares at the three instruments laid out in front of her. She glances up at Tom, gazing at his impassive face for a long moment before she clears her throat. "Actually, sir… my sir has given me a spanking already, so this is not my first taste." Her eyes flicker to Tom again, and she relaxes at the smirk that's beginning to creep across his face.

Lucius quirks a brow, glancing from Hermione to Tom before he chuckles. "You've got a brat here, Tom. I hope she's wearing you ragged." He directs his eyes back down to Hermione as he motions to the different implements. "All right, brat, for your second taste, but with a much more proficient master… what is your choice? You have the paddle, the crop, and the flogger."

Tom rolls his eyes and motions to the crop. "Really, Lucius? You actually bought that thing? It's £1400!"

The blond man chuckles and shrugs, waving a hand negligently. "And your point is what precisely, Tom? It's a good crop!"

Hermione's eyes widen as she looks down at the crop. A good crop? The man has more money than sense! She clears her throat and glances back up at Tom hesitantly before looking back to Lucius. "The flogger, sir."

Tom rolls his eyes again at Lucius then smiles at Hermione's choice, reaching out to stroke her pulled back curls gently, as the blond nods and packs away the other implements.

"Good choice, little one. There are different methods of flogging a sub; sometimes you may stand. I'll allow you to lie on the table today, as it will be less strenuous for you. It will sting some, but each strike will build endorphins until you are positively begging to come like a good poppet, and then – most unfortunately – I will turn you over to your master." He smirks down at Hermione, winking. "Of course, I will always be available to you for another flogging, at your choice."

"Lucius." Tom growls softly.

"Tom." The blond directs his attention to the other man, still smirking before he waves a hand. "Go and sit; enjoy the show." He reaches out then, laying his leather gloved hand on Hermione's shoulder and pushing lightly. "Lie down, pet. You may fold your arms under your head and remain still." Once Hermione has settled into the position, Lucius strokes his hand along her back. "What a good girl you are."

A throat clearing has Lucius letting out another chuckle before he steps back, flogger in hand. He trails the leather straps down Hermione's back and over the curve of her arse, smirking as goosebumps erupt along the trail. After adjusting his stance, he swings out and strikes her back with a short slap of the leather on her skin.

Hermione gasps, her fingers curling into fists in surprise at the strike. The stroke of the leather straps again causes her to shiver, just as they pull back then hit the same spot again, this time pulling a small cry from her mouth. It doesn't hurt, precisely, but there is a pleasant sting that seems to spread with each hit from the flogger, especially when Lucius begins to move across her back.

He slowly begins to pick up speed, working across her shoulders and down her back, stopping just at the lower curve of her spine, before making his way back up again, then down again. As the pressure builds, Hermione turns her head with a cry and finds Tom leaning forward in his chair, his gaze fastened on her face as she convulses with each strike.

It seems like eternity as Lucius continues to work her back until he finally begins to slow, trailing the tips of the flogger along her back for longer, exciting her nerves until she is trembling and gasping against her arms, a light sheen of sweat covering her body.

"What a good girl you are, pet. You took your flogging so very well. It's such a shame to leave you like this." The sound of rustling meets Hermione's ears as she squeezes her eyes shut. The feeling of gloved fingers stroking the curve of her arse makes her tense, just as Tom's voice rumbles from just by her head.

"Move back, sweet. Lucius will guide your knees to the kneeler." She does as he directs, his bare hand touching her shoulder as Lucius' gloved hands move her legs down until she's kneeling on the thinner, but thankfully still plushly padded part, her upper body bent over the table and laying across it. "Good girl."

"You've earned a spanking, little one. I ask you to count each strike. Five today, as you've already had a flogging." Lucius's smooth voice trickles into her ears, causing her to tremble as his hand strokes her arse before withdrawing and landing sharply.

Hermione jerks, crying out softly at the sting. "One, sir!"

Another spank, the leather of his glove leaving behind a tingling sensation. "Two, sir!"

The next blow lands on her other cheek and causes her to jump, her fingers clutching at the table. "Three, sir!"

Another strike, in the same spot, causes her to whimper and at the sound, cool fingers stroke against the top of her hand. "Four, sir!"

The last spank manages to cross both cheeks at the same time, and she curls against the table, whimpering out, "Five, sir!"

Lucius steps back, grunting softly as he palms his erection through his pants with the hand tingling from the spanking. "Truly, the best little girl." His eyes flick up, smirking as he watches Tom tenderly gather the girl into his arms, sheet and all, before moving to the chair in the corner and curling up with her.

He chuckles quietly as he moves around the table, wrapping the flogger in a cloth before stowing it in the case and closing it. After gathering it up, he moves over to the door. Glancing one last time over his shoulder, his smirk softens to a true smile as he sees Tom, forehead pressed to Hermione's and murmuring to her, stroking her hair and arm through the soft white linen, her legs, and sock-covered feet curled up on his lap.

They truly are meant for one another. She is such a good girl for him. Lucius smirks as he slips through the door, shutting it behind him silently, before making his way downstairs and out of the house, leaving the two lovers to one another.