A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! :)

Beta: the glitterific Glitter

Upon reaching the large double doors, Hermione stutters to a stop just as Tom is reaching for the handle. He turns, looking at her curiously and noting the wide eyes and pale face behind the mask.

"Sweet, what is it?"

"I don't, I mean… can I do this?" She gulps, squeezing his hand tight enough to turn the skin white, as she motions with her free hand. "I'm mostly naked and about to walk into a room with at least one fellow student. Some people I've met, some total strangers! I just…" She shudders, goosebumps breaking out across her body as she whispers. "I'm so nervous."

"Oh, sweetheart. Come here." He tugs her close to him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly against his chest for a long moment. They stand close together, breathing in one another's scents deeply. Only once she's relaxed a bit and stopped shivering does Tom pull his head back slightly to look down into her eyes. "Sweet, if you honestly don't feel like you can do this today, we can wait until next month. I want you there with me, but I'll never force you to do something you really can't do."

Hermione draws in a shuddering breath, nodding slowly without ever pulling her eyes away from his face. "I know. I know you wouldn't do that." She drags her tongue across her lower lip before glancing over his shoulder at the dark wooden door, teeth sinking into the plush skin of her lip.

He waits, watching her as her mind turns. Slowly, almost one fiber at a time, her muscles relax, until her fingers loosen around his, alleviating the former death grip. Once she turns her eyes back to his and nods, a weak smile quirking the corners of her mouth, he nods back. Raising a hand to stroke her cheek, he motions with his head to the door, smiling. "So, what do you think? Or should I escort you back to our rooms?"

"I can do this; I'm brave. I have you." Hermione turns her eyes towards the door, all the while squaring her shoulders and straightening her back. "Let's go."

Tom smirks, leaning in to press his mouth to her temple briefly – his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts so beautiful displayed by her wonderful posture – before he straightens as well and gently guides her through the doors.

Upon their entrance into the drawing room, the low rumble of chatting slowly trickles off into silence. The door swinging shut behind them is unnaturally loud to Hermione, who has stopped moving again, despite the warm, broad hand that settles on her lower back. Tom straightens, holding his head high and surveying the others, before smiling brilliantly at the crowd facing them. "Good evening, my friends, and welcome to our gathering. We begin in good faith and will remember our rules. As long as it's all safe, sane, and consensual…" His smile turns dangerous as he chuckles quietly enough for only Hermione to hear. "Help yourself to the refreshments so thoughtfully provided by our host, and here's to everyone having a brilliant time."

The gathered crowd applauds and Tom turns his head and winks quickly at Hermione. She smiles in return, sidling a little closer to him so that his hand curls around her hip as he gently leads her into the room.

Bright brown eyes scanning the room rapidly, Hermione attempts to absorb everything she sees. People are standing around, chatting in groups, some clothed and some nude and everything in between. She can feel a flush crawling down her throat as she surveys a completely nude, extremely tall, broad, and rather hairy man with a sharp smile, standing beside a much older woman who is only wearing what appears to be a thin silk nightgown.

His equally large and hairy arm is draped over her shoulders, hand cupping her breast under the gown in a possessive grip.

She lets out a deep breath as she turns her head, dragging her gaze away from them, only to let out a small sound in the back of her throat as her eyes land on the tall couple approaching her and Tom. The ginger and heavily freckled man, wearing only tight fitting jeans, and the ethereally beautiful and completely nude blonde woman at his side are disturbingly familiar.

Tom glances down at her when she tenses, sea-green eyes flickering in the same direction as her gaze, before he snickers. Hermione's eyes jerk up to his as her mouth pops open, obviously preparing to berate him when his hand moves up, and two cool fingers press against her mouth.

Eyes blazing, she glares up at him, much to his obvious amusement. "Yes, sweet?"

"I know them! And they're coming – over – here." She huffs against his unmoving fingers, lips sliding against his skin.

Letting out a controlled breath, Tom slides his hand from her mouth and around her neck, tugging her against him as he strokes his thumb along the line of her throat. "Calm yourself, sweet. They won't look for you because why would they ever expect you here? Now, here they are." He looks over as the couple joins them, his amused smirk still lingering on his mouth. "Weasley, Fleur. Nice to see you this month."

Hermione trembles, bright eyes flickering between the smiling couple nervously as she sidles close enough to press against Tom's side.

Bill smiles brightly, reaching out to shake Tom's free hand. "Great to see you, Riddle. And you brought along a companion!"

She can feel his laughter rumbling in his chest before he tightens his arm around her, pulling her snug against his side. "I did; fairly sure Lucius and Severus were going to ban me from my own meeting if I didn't bring her along." He tilts his head down, smiling at her before looking back. "Sweet, this is Bill Weasley and his lovely wife, Fleur. They've been members of our group practically since the beginning."

Hermione's eyes widen behind her mask – that is an interesting tidbit she'd never have imagined of her friend's family members! Clearing her throat, she smiles and nods to them. "It's lovely to meet you both."

Fleur tilts her head as she runs her slender fingers through a long strand of white blonde hair. She smiles, her pale blue eyes flickering down the length of Hermione's body, before moving back up to her eyes. "It's our pleasure, I assure you, petit."

Tom tenses minutely, his fingertips digging just that little bit more into Hermione's hip before Bill speaks up. "So, Riddle, are you going to be doing a demonstration today? We haven't had a chance to see you work the ropes in so long."

Hermione's head comes up, and she looks from the couple she's known for years and back to her Dom. "If you like, Sir, I'm willing."

His head snaps down to look into her eyes for a long moment, his fingers caressing the bare skin of her waist, before he smiles, soft and tender. A smile meant only for her. "You are such a good girl; so perfect." He presses his lips to her ear, murmuring low enough only for her to hear. "I am going to tie you up, spank you and finger you until you come all over my hand, and then I am going to do it again, and then I will release you and fuck you until you come all over my cock."

His words elicit a soft moan from Hermione, her nipples hardening against the lace of her bra as a gush of wet heat floods through her cunt. "Please, Sir."

Bill and Fleur exchange a glance at the other couple's private moment, preparing to slip quietly away when Tom speaks to them again. "I believe she's in agreement. We'll make a round and speak to a few others; then I'll begin the scene shortly."

"Excellent! Really looking forward to it. We'll be watching." Bill grins and throws a wink to Hermione before sidling past them. Fleur smiles at Hermione again, blowing her a kiss before passing by them in a cloud of soft floral perfume.

As soon as they are out of earshot, Hermione turns to Tom and pokes him hard in the side. "Toooom…!"

"What?" He grunts at the hard jab before letting out a laugh. "They don't know who you are, and it will stay that way unless you decide to reveal yourself. Relax, Hermione." He leans down and presses his lips to the corner of her mouth. "Breathe in." He waits for her to do so before pressing a kiss to the opposite corner. "And out. Good girl." He pulls back just enough to look down into her eyes, a hint of that tender smile returning to his lips. "You're safe here, and I'll be right beside you the entire time."

Hermione shudders and takes another deep breath before she nods. "Yes, Sir. I trust you." She smiles, lacing her arm through his. "I can do this."

Tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow, Tom smirks and leads her further into the room. They wander through the crowd, chatting with couples and groups here and there. Eventually, he leads her over to the refreshments table and hands her a cup of some kind of pink juice with a sharp tang that is remarkably refreshing. Tom assembles a plate of snacks as well before ushering her over to a padded bench and settling down beside her. When she reaches out for the plate, he smirks and pulls it out of her reach. "No. Let me."

Hermione's brows furrow as she watches him carefully select a bit of crispy toast and dab caviar onto it. Holding it up to her mouth, he watches her eye it with a bit of trepidation before parting her lips for him. He slips the bite-sized morsel into her mouth and smirks as she closes her lips around his fingertips, sucking lightly before drawing back just enough to chew.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she eats the bite. After swallowing, she looks up at him from under her lashes and opens her mouth again.

Tom chuckles softly and, after discreetly adjusting the front of his trousers, slips a slice of goat cheese and honey drizzled apricot into her mouth. Her soft moan of epicurean pleasure goes straight to his cock. He continues to feed her bite-sized pieces of food, and they tease one another with fingers and sounds. When she turns her nose up at the oyster on the shell, he smirks and shrugs, tossing it back into his own mouth.

Once they've eaten most of the food on the plate, he holds out a slice of apple to her with an amused smile. Hermione's eyes flicker between the apple slice and his eyes for a moment before she opens her mouth and takes a bite. She lets out a soft groan as the juices explode in her mouth, and she shivers. After chewing and swallowing, she looks up at him again, speaking for the first time in about twenty minutes. "That's the best apple I've ever had!"

He nods, popping the rest of her slice into his mouth, chewing and swallowing with a soft sigh. "They are. Honeycrisps that Lucius imports from the States at an absolutely ridiculous price. Apparently Draco had a bit of an apple yen for a while, and, well." He shakes his head with a soft laugh, offering her another piece before eating the last on the plate himself.

"Of course he did." Hermione snorts out a soft laugh, smiling as she watches Tom rise – after another careful adjustment of his trousers – and place the plate and their empty cups on a corner of the refreshment table with the few other bits of detritus from other's meals.

Tom walks back to her, reaching out and tugging her to her feet before glancing around the room. He spots Severus chatting with a tiny woman with bobbed black hair, all the while stroking his fingers along a patch of velvet on the woman's corset. Another long look spots Lucius and Narcissa with their heads together as they discuss something that obviously has Lucius in a tizzy.

Hermione's light tug at his sleeve draws his attention back to her with a small smirk on his lips. "Come on, sweet girl. It's time."

She swallows hard before nodding, allowing Tom to take her arm and draw her a way across the room to a low platform with a large coil of rope lying near the edge. Trembling, she stops at the edge, her eyes flicking over to Tom.

Smiling, he releases her arm to reach up and cup her face in his large hands, stroking one thumb along the arch of her cheekbone and focusing on her completely. "This will be more complicated than the last one." He waits for her to make an acknowledgment, the slight nod of her head enough. "We'll go slow. Come up."

Tom takes her hand in his, stepping up onto the platform and helping her up with him. He pulls her hand to his mouth, kissing the palm before smiling at her. "I'll direct you; you just do as I say or where I move you, and you'll be perfect. Would you like a blindfold?"

"No, Sir. I'd like to watch you, please." Hermione lets out a heavy breath, trembling as her fingers rub against his cheek before he releases her hand. She watches him move over to the bundle of rope on the stage and begin releasing the coils.

"Good choice, sweet." Walking over to her again, he gently turns her by the shoulders to face out into the room. She shivers as he pulls her arms back behind her, carefully hooking the rope around her wrists and in an infinity pattern, binds her wrist together. After a dozen wraps around her wrists, moving up her forearms, he knots the rope off and slides his fingers between the binding. "Snug, but not too tight. Comfortable?"

Hermione nods, breathing in slowly as she flexes her arms and wrist as much as she can before shifting back into position. She allows her gaze to wander over the heads of the growing crowd, not focusing on anything in particular.

"Good girl." Tom smiles as he strokes his hands along her arms, down her hips. He leans down, carefully tweaking her stance before picking up the rope again. Lucius has picked a particularly nice black hemp rope, soft as cotton and pliable without being too loose. He'll have to remember to compliment him on his choice and find out where he bought it.

Working carefully and slowly, he pulls and loops, threads and wraps the soft black rope across Hermione's body. Crossing the rope over her chest, he twists it between her breasts as he creates a frame around the supple mounds. He then pulls it through and around her waist, circling the opposite side and beginning to wrap it around her thighs. Creating a knot in the rope, he laces it between her legs, settling it in place against her pussy, as he finishes off the tie.

"Almost done, sweet." Tom's soft voice floats into Hermione's ear from just beside her. All she can feel and focus on is the touch of his hands and the rope snuggly wrapping around her, holding her in place, stoking the fire steadily building between her legs.

She licks her lips and shifts her position, only to let out a sharp gasp when the knot nudges her clit through her knickers. Her entire body shudders, goosebumps erupting across her skin, as his hands settle on her hips.

"All done with that part, love. Still doing fine?" His warm lips press against her shoulder, fingers stroking along her soft skin, a soothing touch. Hermione manages a slow nod, and she can hear Tom's chuckle as he presses his mouth to her shoulder again, this time from behind. "Good girl. Arms now."

Tom pulls the rope around and laces it through the parts binding her wrists, moving up her arms until there is a lattice work from her elbows to her upper arms. When a bit of rope pinches her arm, she mumbles a soft "ouch" that has Tom automatically adjusting the rope then pressing a soft kiss to the reddened skin.

"How are we doing, sweet?" He crouches down behind her, looping the rope around her ankles and calves before helping her to kneel on the platform. Both are so focused on what he's been doing that they've completely forgotten their audience.

She lets out a slow breath before smiling dreamily at him, her eyes glazed over. "Good."

"Good girl." With a chuckle, he nods and, once he has her settled, stretches the rope from her ankles to the ties around her waist, tying them together and preventing her from standing. "All done, sweetheart."

With that, he stands and takes a step away from her, eyes the color of a stormy sea dragging along her bound form. His cock is so hard in his trousers that he winces and lets out a hiss when he brushes against it with his hand. Turning his head, Tom looks over his shoulder and smirks at the audience gathered around the platform.

Upon noticing his attention, the crowd applauds. Bill grins widely and gives Tom a thumbs up before pulling Fleur over to one of the many padded benches against the wall and dragging her over his knee, much to her obvious delight.

Severus and Lucius are standing together, the dark-haired man smirking in the most insufferable way, while the blond still has a small scowl on his face, though he nods in appreciation to Tom when he notices the other man's attention.

After a few other nods and acknowledgments from the now dispersing crowd, Tom moves back over to Hermione and strokes her hair, smiling when she lets out a soft purring sigh.

"You're beautiful, sweet, all bound in my ropes and quivering with anticipation. You can feel it, can't you? Every time you shift, you move, you breathe… the knots are holding you together. What's going to happen when I untie you, hmm?"

His voice, so dark and smooth in her ears, makes her shiver and drag her heavy lids open slowly to peer up at him. "Probably come all over your hands, Sir."

Her words startle a laugh out of him as he grins and continues to stroke her hair, smiling down at her as she leans her head against his thigh, perilously close to his still throbbing cock. Tom turns his hips just slightly so that his covered erection brushes her lips and he smirks when her eyes fly open, and she looks up to him in surprise.

The smirk drops away when she opens her mouth and presses a wet kiss to his cock through the trousers.

Glancing around the room, Tom notes that while the rest of the party goers glance in their direction occasionally, for the most part, they have all gone about their business. His long fingers pull down his zipper and tugs out his swollen length, stroking his hand along it as he looks down at Hermione. "Open your mouth again, sweet, and kiss it properly."

Hermione blushes deeply as her eyes dart around the room, though from her position and Tom standing in front of her it's difficult to see much of anyone else. He takes a step closer to her, and she opens her mouth to him though the blush continues to creep down her chest.

Slipping his cock between her lips, he groans softly as she laves the hot skin with her tongue and sucks lightly. He tilts his hips, pushing himself deeper and deeper until her eyes flash up to him and she lets out a garbled sound of protest against his flesh. Cupping her head with one hand, Tom slowly draws back and pushes back into her mouth, murmuring down to Hermione. "Relax, love, I won't push too far. Just let me, ahhh… there you go!" He shudders as she relaxes under his ministrations, and he pumps his hips carefully, his eyes intent on his spit-slicked cock thrusting between her swollen lips.

Her eyes water when he hits the back of her throat, and she lets out a soft moan at the flavor of him coating her tongue. When he lets out a muffled groan, his chin dropping to his chest and fingers curling in her hair, she whimpers. Hips stuttering, he gasps out a warning just before he comes into her mouth with a grunt. The flood of him on her tongue makes her groan as he pushes into her mouth with each throb and burst of come.

Swallowing what she can, though unable to control his movements with her hands bound behind her back, he still fills her mouth enough for some to escape and trickle down her chin to land on the swell of her breast and the ropes covering her body.

With a final shudder, Tom withdraws his softening cock from her mouth, his fingers rubbing at her scalp. "Good God, sweet. You will be the death of me." He lets out a soft laugh as Hermione wrinkles her nose at him, his eyes locked on her tongue as she licks her lips.

He carefully tucks himself back into her trousers, zipping them back up quickly before he hops off of the platform, grabbing a glowingly white towel from a neat stack on one of the many tables placed through the room. Moving back to her, he gently wipes her mouth and chin, and then the curve of her breast. "You're so beautiful, love."

Hermione looks up at him with a sweet smile, though her brow furrows just slightly at his words. "Thank you, Sir."

Tom wrinkles his nose back at her before tossing the towel down onto the platform. He eyes her for a moment longer, then lets out a deep sigh. "One day, I'll want to take photos of you like this." He reaches out, stroking his fingers along one black rope before he turns his eyes to her. "Ready to be released?"

Nodding, Hermione stares up into his eyes with a soft expression on her face. "Whenever you are ready, Sir."

"Perfect girl." He murmurs softly before leaning in and kissing her deeply, stroking his tongue along hers, the lingering flavor of his come in her mouth a sharp contrast to the sweetness from the apples they ate what seems ages ago now. She sighs into his kiss, leaning towards him as she lets him taste her for a long moment before he draws back. "There may be some discomfort; some parts may have fallen asleep, so we'll go carefully."

After she sighs and nods, he smirks and reaches down, tugging at the ropes in strategic points, loosening the straps around her legs and waist until they sag and droop, slipping down her thighs to pool on the platform beneath her knees. Once her legs are free, he helps her to her feet, holding onto her arms until she's steady. It takes a few moments of toe wiggling and his warm hands stroking her legs before she nods and murmurs that she's all right.

From there, he stands as well and repeats the task, tugging at the ropes wrapping securely around her chest and shoulders until they droop and fall to the floor as well. Last are her arms and wrists, and after a few more moments, the rope is in a pile on the floor, and Tom is rubbing his hands along her arms and hands.

Suddenly, he scoops her up into his arms, and he hops down from the platform and strides over to one of the benches against the wall.

Hermione yelps in surprise, her arms hooking around Tom's neck as she holds onto him until they are sitting on the bench and he twists her around so that she's facing out into the room. He settles her on his lap, spreading her legs to either side of his and then spreading his legs a bit further, all while holding her in place with one large hand across her stomach. "You've earned one of your rewards, sweet. I'm going to finger you here until you've come all over my hands, just as I promised."

She squirms a little as his hands slips down her stomach and tugs her sticky knickers to the side. She shudders and her head falls back onto his shoulder when he strokes along her wet slit with two fingers, spreading the juices along her overheated cunt until she's arching her hips into his hand with a soft whine. "Oh, please, Sir!"

He chuckles darkly in her ear just before he nips the edge of her lobe, his fingers slowly dragging along her clit in time with his tongue laving the bite. "Please what, sweet?"

"Please, Sir! I, I'd like to come now!" She dimly registers how breathy and urgent her voice has become as she arches her hips into his hand again, searching for the much-desired friction that he's teased her with.

"You've earned it, sweet. You may come whenever you're ready." He smirks against her hair, his eyes flickering from her undulating body and out to the room at large. A number of eyes are turned toward them, watching, and a greater number are continuously glancing over.

At his words, Hermione shudders hard in his arms and she lets out an embarrassingly loud moan that's echoed when he suddenly sinks two fingers deep into her wet heat. Gasping for air, she clutches at the leather bench with one hand, the other moving up to tangle in his hair as he continues to fuck her with his fingers, his palm grinding and rubbing along her clit as she rolls her hips into his hand. "Oh God, oh God, oh God…!" She mutters as the burning knot between her thighs coils, drawing tighter and tighter until suddenly it snaps and she yelps out loud with the power of her orgasm.

Tom's free hand comes up to hold her in place on his lap as she quakes and trembles with the waves of pleasure coursing through her. His other hand is trapped between her legs which are clamped hard around his wrist. As she slowly relaxes, her legs falling back down on either side of his, he tugs her knickers back into place before raising his hand to his face. He can feel her head turn a little to watch him, her hazy eyes fastened on his mouth as he licks his hand clean with a rumble of pleasure.

"You're delicious, sweet."

Hermione lets out a breathy laugh as she turns into him a bit more, swinging one leg to the side so that she can tuck herself against his chest with a deep sigh. "Thank you, Sir."

She can only hear his soft chuckle rumble through his chest before he murmurs into her hair. "You're welcome, love."

After a few long moments, Hermione pries her eyes open to peer around the room from her comfortable position. Tom's fingers are idly stroking along her thigh, steadily stoking the warmth in her belly. The feeling of his erection pressed against her hip only adds additional fuel to the fire.

When she picks her head up slightly, mouth opening to say something to him, her eyes land on a truly shocking sight that makes her jolt on his lap. Tom hisses when she grinds against his cock, his hand clamping down on her thigh. "Easy, love."

"Sorry, I just… is that…" She drops her voice to a whisper, motioning with her hand. "Is that Draco? And Theo? With that woman?"

Tom quirks a brow as he turns his head as well before letting out a soft snort. "It appears to be, and now Lucius' attitude is explained!"

Hermione is unable to tear her eyes away from the sight: Draco is flat on his back on one of the many benches. Astride his face is a rather buxom woman, thick blonde curls pulled up in a long ponytail. Her mouth is moving, though the trio are too far away for Hermione to hear her low voice, but from the intent focus on the other man between Draco's legs, the blond's cock in his mouth, she is giving him instructions.

She watches for another long moment, only half paying attention to Tom's fingers stroking her leg higher and higher until he reaches her arse.

Just then, the other man picks his head up enough for Hermione to get a clear view of his face and she lets out a soft hiss. "That's Theodore Nott! And he's-! Oh my God!" She looks up at Tom with enormously wide eyes, who only looks back at her with an expression of mild interest.

"Mm? Yes, so it is. He's been with Madame Rosemerta for some a couple of months now. Draco is, well… he's getting a taste of what else there is out there." A snicker slips from his lips before Hermione swats his arm with a glare. He smirks at her unrepentantly, pinching her arse just this side of too painful, eliciting a soft yelp from her.

He chuckles again before pushing Hermione to her feet so he can stand as well, watching as her dark eyes slide back towards the three on the bench as Draco does something to make the older woman smack his taut abdomen. In reflex, his hips buck up, and Theo pushes back.

Tom tugs on one of Hermione's curls, his eyes ever so slightly narrowed at her lack of attention. "Should I be worried, sweet? You're quite distracted."

Hermione blinks and tears her eyes away to look up at Tom before pressing full-length against his front, one hand working down to stroke his flagging erection through his pants. "No, Sir. I just found it... interesting." She smiles up at him, eyes locked with his before she flutters her lashes in an exaggerated manner. "Didn't you promise me a spanking, Sir? I do recall that I was promised a spanking."

Letting out a snort, Tom looks down at her as his hands slide down her body to cup her arse and pull her even tighter against him. "You are such a bossy little thing, sweet."

"I know; you seem to like that." She grins up at him as she snuggles in against him, before letting out a surprised squeak as he hefts her up over his shoulder and strides off to a bench.

After all, he did promise her that spanking.

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