Dancing with the Devil

by FanfictionStan23

Hermione is flung back in time to stop Lord Voldemort from rising to power. She had one mission. End him. What happens when feelings get in the way? Can Tom Riddle be saved? Can she save the wizarding world from its greatest threat without losing Tom in the process?

3. Hermione's Confession

September 1945

It was late. Fall had finally arrived. Tom apparated outside Hermione's flat. He wrapped his knuckles on the door. Hermione opened the door wide. She was wearing a nightgown with robes. Her hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail. She looked relaxed and at ease.

"Come in Tom. Don't be shy. I don't bite. If you asked I might bite of course." Hermione joked.

Tom walks inside Hermione's apartment. Its much less grand than his lodgings. He takes off his coat and places it on the kitchen chair. He loved seeing her without makeup.

"I am in the middle of cooking dinner. Do you want some? I made extra."

"If you don't mind, I'd like a plate." Tom says.

Marinara sauce is bubbling on the stove. Hermione portioned out a plate of pasta for Tom. A few minutes later they had sat down to eat thier spaghetti.

"I was wondering if you would accompany me to a ball. Abraxas just got engaged. We'd go as friends of course." Tom asks

"I don't know. Abraxas and I didn't exactly get off on the right foot." Hermione says.

"You would get to spend time socializing with the elite of wizarding society. I'd buy you a pretty new dress. With you on my arm we would be the talk of the party." Tom says.

"Ah yes, a party full of mudblood hating bigots. It doesn't seem like my kind of thing."

"Arabella and I would accompany you on your shopping trip of course. "Tom said.

"A shopping spree. you know I am a sucker for shopping sprees. How would we cover up my arm then. Not everyone should know I am muggleborn." Hermione said.

"Leave that to me. I know just the charm that can hide it. I think its finally beginning to heal properly. Can I see it? I need to know if you need more dittany."

"Who is Arabella? A friend of yours?"

"She is Abraxas's betrothed." Tom says.

Hermione wipes her mouth with a napkin. Tom inhales the pasta. Hermione chuckles to herself.

"Really Tom, my cooking isn't that great. Nothing compared to Mrs. Weasely's."

"You know what they say, a man's heart is through his stomach." Tom says.

Hermione rolls her eyes and smiles. As she clears the plates away Tom shifts in his chair. They hadn't touched very much since their time together in the forest of dean last month. He ached to touch her. He wanted to just reach out and run his fingers across her skin. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and never let go. Just friends. We have to be just friends. His whole body ached. Hermione was humming a tune as she brought out a few chocolate frogs and some Treacle Tart.

"You're spoiling me Hermione."

"Only the best for you" Hermione says.

Hermione watched as he brought up the desert to his mouth. Her nostrils flared, his lips looked so kissable she thought. He noticed her staring.

"What is it? Do I have something on my face?" Tom asks.

"No, its nothing."

Hermione couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. He was so handsome. So brilliantly intelligent. His face looked like Aphrodite herself had carved him from marble.

"Have you been reading anything interesting lately?" Tom asked.

Hermione got up and retrieved a book from another room. It was thick and dusty. Tom took the book and leafed through the pages.

"Interesting, a muggle studies book. Is it weird reading about muggles since you were born among them?" Tom asks.

"Its a rather fascinating look at how muggles use technology to compensate for their lack of magic. Arthur Weasley would be proud." Hermione says.

"You miss them. I am sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"A hug would be quite nice actually." Hermione says.

Tom puts down his fork and pushes back the kitchen chair. He grabs Hermione's hands and helps her into a standing position. Tom's hands start to shake. They have barely touched each other for a month. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. She buries her face into his chest. He smelled so good. Hemione felt so safe in his arms. All her troubles seemed to melt away. There was tension between them. He petted her head; it always calmed her down. Tom wanted the hug to last forever. Her breasts were pressed into his chest. Her body fit perfectly with his. She's mine. She's mine. With every breath she took those words reverberated in his skull. Finally, after a while they pulled apart. Hermione grabbed Tom's hand and led him to the bedroom. She sat down on the bed.

"We haven't snuggled in a long time Tom." Hermione says.

Tom swallows hard as she removes her robes. They hadn't slept in the same bed in a month. It had been pure torture. Being away from her was absolutely abhorrent. She wanted just friendship. So that is what he had given her. He kept his distance. He ached to curl up next to her. He wanted to grab her waist and inhale her scent. What he wanted didn't matter. Her happiness is what mattered. Hermione's eyes were pleading with him. They were begging him to come hold her like he used to.

"I should probably go." Tom says.

"You just got here. Stay." Hermione asks.

"I have an early meeting tomorrow. I should get going." Tom says.

Hermione walks towards him. Their eyes meet. The pining was a mutual feeling. Hermione hugged him goodbye and he apparated back to his home. Hermione's hand covered her mouth as she started to cry. She couldn't take this anymore. The coldness from him, his emotional distance, she cried herself to sleep. Tom lay awake staring at the empty space beside him. It's where she belonged. She was made to share his bed. He scooted over to where she would normally lay. The pillow that was hers didn't even smell like her anymore. Tom cried in frustration. She was his. She had to be. He hugged the pillow to his chest and fell asleep as he tried to remember what holding her felt like.

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A few days later Arabella and Tom were in Hermione's flat waiting for her to finish getting ready.

"Come on Hermione we haven't got all day." Tom said.

"I have to put my face on. My grandmother always said that you know?" Hermione said.

Finally, Hermione, Tom, and Arabella exited the flat. Hermione's makeup was once again flawless. As they apparated to Hogsmeade Tom grabbed Hermione protectively. Arabella definitely noticed. As they were walking towards Gladrags Wizardwear Tom stepped away from Hermione. He lingered back and started making conversation with Arabella. Hermione kept walking forward. Why wasn't he paying attention to me? Arabella didn't deserve to have his full attention. Hermione started to feel self-conscious. As they walked inside the little bell on the door jangled.

"Welcome to Gladrags Wizardwear how can I help you?" An attractive man said.

"Hello. I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?"

"I'm Cyrill, what are we needing to buy today?"

"A ballgown. Only the best for Hermione." Tom said.

Hermione flushed at his words. These are the words that she teased him with a few days ago. Cyrill clucked his tongue and clapped his hands. He spread out his hands and racks upon racks of ballgowns sprang into view.

"You just used wandless magic. How fascinating.' Hermione said.

Tom scoffed. He could perform wandless magic too. Cyrill wasn't so special. As Arabella and Hermione were chatting about the different type of fabrics Tom was sizing up Cyrill. Was he a threat? Did Hermione like him? Did he need to hex him? Did he need to threaten him to stay away from her? She's mine.

"Tom come here. What do you think of this color?" Arabella asked.

Tom walked over, they were holding a dress that was a deep red color. No. That wouldn't do. Hermione needed to be in green. Slytherin green. He was the heir of Slytherin, only Slytherin green would do. Tom sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I think the color green would be much more fitting." Tom said

"I do like the color red, but green is nice too. Do you have any green dresses?" Hermione asked.

Cyrill clapped his hands and waved and the dresses all turned a beautiful green color. Hermione smiled.

"More wandless magic. How utterly fascinating. Not many wizards can do wandless magic." Hermione said.

"Yes well, I am a man of many talents. I wasn't always a shopkeeper."

Tom rolled his eyes. Arabella and Hermione started pulling dresses from off the racks. They had a bunch in their hands and they were headed towards the dressing rooms. As Hermione started to try on the ballgowns Arabella kept asking Cyrill questions, she was getting on Tom's nerves.

"Are there shoes we can look at as well? What about those?" Tom asks.

"Ah yes, you have fine taste. These are authentic 18th century heels. They are charmed to be perfectly comfortable despite being the height of fashion. Did you want these in green as well?" Cyrill asked.

"Yes, we will need something that matches her dress. Do they resize to fit any feet?" Tom asks.

Cyrill brings out his wand and tapped the shoes. He muttered the color changing charm. They changed from a bright red to a bottle green.

"These will do nicely. We'll take these." Tom says.

"They are quite expensive. Could I interest you in something -

"I said we'll take them. Money is no object." Tom says.

Hermione peeks out from behind the changing room door. Arabella and Tom catch her gaze.

"Come on out Hermione." Arabella says.

"I look ridiculous. I look like a marshmallow." Hermione complains.

"Do come out from behind the door. We can't see how the dress looks." Tom said.

It wasn't quite an order. Hermione noticed the edge in his voice. He sounded irritated. She felt compelled to obey. As she stepped out of the dressing room and into the storefront Tom let out a guffaw. Hermione placed her hands on her hips. Arabella put a hand over her mouth as she chortled.

"I told you I look like a marshmallow." Hermione complained.

"A very cute marshmallow. Try the next one, anything would be better than this one." Tom commanded.

Hermione rolled her eyes. After a montage of many different dresses, and a few hours later they found the dress they had been looking for. Tom was reading the Daily Prophet by this point. Arabella was looking at jewelry.

"I think this is it. I think this is the one." Hermione screamed.

"Well come on now, don't make us wait in anticipation." Tom said.

Hermione stepped out of the dressing room and stood awkwardly. When Tom looked up from the newspaper and he saw her he felt like he forgot how to breathe. Hermione looked... she looked... she looked in a word stunning. Tom felt his heartbeat in his chest. She was dazzling. He felt like he had been hit by stupefy. Tom's mouth fell open. At his response Hermione felt herself blush. Did she really look that good? Surely, he must be exaggerating for comedic effect?

"My don't you clean up nice?" Cyrill said.

Tom shot daggers at him. How dare he notice her beauty. How dare he look at her. He didn't deserve to look at her. She was mine. Mine. Arabella whistled.

'Hermione, you look absolutely beautiful. Any man would be lucky to set eyes on you." Arabella said.

Hermione twirled around in the dress. Tom immediately put a bored expression on his face. Now that they had found what they were looking for He was ready to leave.

"We'll take the dress, and some earrings as well. Those diamonds would do nicely." Tom said.

Hermione noticed the shoes in Tom's hand and gasped. They were antiques. He was buying her those shoes? How could she thank him?

"Tom you don't need to buy me those, plus the diamond earrings and this dress, It must be worth a small fortune." Hermione said.

Tom walked up to Hermione and stared at her. His Hermione. He swallowed hard.

"You are worth it. You are worth every galleon. You deserve the best. The Gaunt fortune has more than enough to buy you anything you could ever want or need. Only the best for you Hermione. From now on and always." Tom gushed.

"Thank you. How can I ever repay you?"

"Your happiness is payment enough." Tom says.

As they bagged up everything and exited Tom noticed Hermione wave goodbye to the shopkeeper. Jealousy coursed through his veins. As they were walking by the three broomsticks Arabella paused by the doors to the pub.

"Want to stop for a pint?" Arabella asks.

"I could go for a butterbeer right now." Hermione says.

"I guess if you want to we can." Tom said.

They head inside the pub. The barmaid looks at them as they enter. Arabella and Hermione find a couple seats at the back table. Tom chats with the barmaid while she gets them drinks. While Tom is chatting with her Arabella and Hermione are having a conversation of their own, Arabella was very astute. She had noticed the way Tom's hands hovered protectively around Hermione's body when Hermione wasn't looking. She noticed the way Tom looked at Hermione.

"He is quite good looking don't you think? Tall dark and handsome" Arabella says

Hermione bristled at this. She had noticed his good looks too. Insecurities began to bubble up to the surface. Arabella was very pretty. Her black hair and blue eyes were a beautiful contradiction. She had always considered herself rather plain. Sure, Victor Krum had noticed her, even Ron and Harry noticed she was a girl eventually. Hermione glanced over towards where Tom was standing. He had a charming smile on his face. He could charm anyone to do anything he wanted. He was a snake. He was a devil. A wolf in sheep's clothing. He was enticing. She couldn't stay away.

"He is pretty. When he clenches his jaw, it makes my heart flutter." Hermione admitted.

"You like him. I can tell he is crazy about you. You should see how he looks at you. He is absolutely smitten." Arabella said.

"I've noticed the long stares. I try not to notice. Our relationship is complicated. I want him. I want him desperately, but I can't." Hermione said.

"Why not?"

"He is... he is... ruthlessly ambitious. A true Slytherin. It would never work." Hermione says,

"That isn't the reason why you won't let him pursue you. Its' something deeper. He has a jealous side that is for sure." Arabella said.

"A jealous side?"

"He can be very possessive of the things he thinks are rightfully his. if you paid more attention, you would notice the patterns in his behavior. You have to take a chance on something sometime Hermione. You don't want to be the thing that gets in the way of your own happiness." Arabella said.

Tom walked over with a pitcher of butterbeer and three glasses. He set it down on the table. Hermione looked lost in thought. Was she getting in her own way? Would being with Tom make her happy? What about her mission to end him? She had failed her mission spectacularly. He poured out the butterbeer into 3 glasses. The pitcher automatically refilled itself. Hermione took the butterbeer in her hands. It was warm to the touch. Comfortably so. She took a swig from her butterbeer. It tasted delicious. Hermione's eyes drifted over to Tom's hands. He was holding the butterbeer with both hands. The ring on his finger accentuated his hands. Hermione shivered. She fantasized about that hand wrapping around her throat possessively. Tom noticed her staring. He didn't say anything. He smirked at her. His eyes shined mischievously. A blush started to creep into Hermione's cheeks. Tom set the butterbeer down and started playing with his ring. With every movement of the ring on his fingers it made Hermione's mind go blank. The only thing she could think of was his hands, his fingers. She shivered and Tom laughed. He knew he was having an effect on her. He was toying with her. He was trying to get a reaction out of her. He knew how much Hermione liked his hands. Hermione bit her lip and stared into her butterbeer. He had noticed. Tom draped a hand around Hermione's body. He squeezed her shoulder.

"Cheers" Tom said.

The three of them clanked glasses and drank in silence.

"What do you think of your dress Hermione? "Arabella asked.

"I think its perfect. It accentuates your curves nicely." Tom said.

"It's rather pretty. I feel kind of bad though. Between the earrings, the dress and the shoes it cost a lot." Hermione said.

Tom's face hardened. How could she not understand that she was worth it? She was everything. She deserved to be showered in the finest things.

"You deserve luxury Hermione. Don't apologize. I was happy to buy you those things. Whatever you want will be yours. All you need to do is ask." Tom says.

"I had to go with Abraxas the other day to buy new dress robes. He has no fashion sense I swear." Arabella said.

They talked and drank for a couple hours and eventually went their separate ways.

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A few days later Hermione was getting ready for the Ball. She slipped on a fancy pair of underwear. They were lacy and green. They matched her dress. Not that anyone was going to see her underwear. Wearing fancy underwear always made her feel pretty. She made sure to charm the strapless bra to stay on her breasts. She slipped the gown over her head. She tried zipping it all the way up, but she couldn't reach past a certain point. She charmed her hair and put on a more dramatic makeup look than she normally went for. She heard a knock at the door. It was probably Tom here to pick her up. She padded over to the door in her bare feet. She swung open the door and what she saw stunned her. In front of her was Tom in his dress robes and fancy shoes. His hair was perfect. He had red roses in his hands.

"For you darling." Tom said.

"Tom, you look... oh thank you for the flowers. They are lovely." Hermione said.

Tom knew he looked dashing. When he tried to clean up nice he was the most handsome man in any room he was in. He put on his most charming smile.

"Almost ready? The ball starts in an hour." Tom says.

"Could you zip up the back of my dress?"

Tom pulled Hermione towards him. He placed one hand on her shoulder. Her shoulders were bare. His touch was electric. Hermione let out a gasp at the contact. She sucked in a breath. Tom noticed that. He noticed every little thing about her. He noticed her insecurities. He noticed how her forehead and nose scrunched up when she was angry. He even noticed how her walk changed based on her mood. After her dress was zipped up Hermione put on the diamond earrings. She held onto Tom for support as she put her high heels on. With her shoes on she was the perfect height for kissing Tom mused.

"You look ravishing my dear." Tom said.

"We are going as friends remember." Hermione said.

Tom remembered. He remembered exactly that they were supposed to be just friends. Hermione looped her arm with his as they exited her flat. She tucked her wand into her pocket before they left. She was about to go into a den of snakes, always better to be prepared. Friends, Hermione had begun to hate the word. What if Arabella was right? What if she was getting in the way of her happiness? Maybe... maybe it wasn't betraying Harry's memory by being with him. What if she could have him? Could she let herself be happy? Tom was talking about something. He was mid-sentence when Hermione felt a swooping sensation in her gut. She had never really cared for the feeling of apparition but it was extremely convenient. As they appeared with a loud crack Hermione clung to Tom. He looked her up and down making sure she hadn't gotten splinched. Once he determined that she was ok they walked towards Malfoy manor. There were torches that were lit. The grounds around the manner were very well manicured. There were benches and statues and rose bushes. Abraxas and Arabella were greeting their guests at the door. Hermione felt uneasy. This was the place she was tortured. Maybe coming here was a bad idea. They walked inside and each grabbed a glass of champagne. There was a buffet table that lined the back wall. Tom led her over to the buffet. All sorts of drinks and foodstuffs lined the table. Tom grabbed all kinds of food. Hermione followed suit. Soon they were sitting down at a candled table. There were others their age. Avery walked over and inclined his head in respect towards Tom. Avery was looking at Hermione's arm. Where the carving used to be looked like smooth skin. As if it had never been injured.

"Good to see you Miss. Hermione, was it?" Avery asked.

"I am surprised you aren't calling me mudblood? Had a change of heart." Hermione asked scathingly.

Tom's eyes flashed. It was a warning to Avery. Don't call her that. Don't fall for her bait. He said with his eyes. Avery swallowed, he suddenly looked very nervous.

"I could never call a friend of Tom's a mudblood. You must be mistaken." Avery said.

Hermione didn't look convinced. She downed her glass of champagne. She signaled another servant over for another glass. The party had barely started and she was already on her second glass.

"Pace yourself Hermione. We don't want you to end up too drunk." Tom said.

Hermione said nothing and ate her food. Tom took a drink of his champagne. It was bubbly and expensive. The musicians started to play. Abraxas had announced that the dance floor was now open. Before Hermione could object Tom grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. A waltz had started. Tom gripped her waist and one of her hands. He was extremely graceful. His arms felt amazing around her. He was staring into her eyes. It was all rather intimidating. His eyes never left hers the entire dance. She didn't want him to let go. Suddenly she knew she couldn't hold back anymore. He was too enticing. He was too charming. He was dreamy. At the end of the dance Hermione walked off into the chilly night air. Tom was hot on her heels. He found her on a bench outside. In the moonlight she looked like a dream. He was transfixed. Her beauty was ethereal. Tom sat down next to her. He noticed her shivering.

"Here, take my coat." Tom said.

Tom took off his coat and handed it to Hermione. Slowly she put it on. His smell enveloped her. It made her start to cry. Tom became alarmed. This wasn't how he wanted the night to go. He placed his arm protectively around her body. What was making her cry now? She sure did cry a lot Tom thought.

"I can't do this anymore Tom." Hermione said.

"You can't do what anymore?"

"I can't pretend I don't want you. I want you desperately. I want you in every way a woman can want a man. You are ever so charming. You are so clever. You are the most brilliant sorcerer in the world. I can't stay away from you any longer. You are so much different than the man I had envisioned when I first got here. I want you to kiss me."

"How am I different than who you thought I would be?" Tom asked.

"You have been so kind to me. It shocks me to say this, but you have been nothing but kind to me. When you touch me its tender. The way you look at me with care and affection. You aren't who I thought you were. When you are behaving towards me you seem to be extremely kind. I know you have done bad things, but you have always looked out for me. For that I thank you." Hermione said.

Tom sat there in shock. Had he heard her right. She had asked to kiss him. She had called him kind. Kind wasn't a word he would describe himself with. He was kind to her because she mattered to him. Nobody else mattered like she did. Everyone else was simply a pawn, someone to be used. Hermione, she was his equal, she deserved all the kindness in the world. She deserved to be showered with luxurious gifts. She was special. She was a weakness. She was his obsession.

"No, Hermione you don't mean that. You want us to be friends. Your happiness means the world to me. You want us to be friends. Friends don't kiss each other." Tom says.

Tom grabbed Hermione's face with his hand. Her skin was smooth. Their faces were inches apart. He could feel her warm breath with every exhale she took.

"I really want you to kiss me Tom. Please. Please kiss me Tom." Hermione begged.

Hearing her beg like that. It did something to him. It stoked the fires in his loins. He was so close to giving in. She looked so beautiful. Their eyes were gazing into each other. She looked like she had stars in her eyes.

"Please kiss me Tom what... what do you know you need to say. Use your words." Tom said breathlessly.

"Please kiss me Tom. Sir. I want you kiss me Sir. Kiss me Sir please."

At Hermione's words something snapped inside him. He smashed their lips together. It felt like heaven. The kiss was scorching. Neither wanted to pull away. Hermione pressed herself into him as far as she could. His smell, his skin, his breath. He was surrounding her. She pulled him closer and wove her fingers into his hair. One of Tom's hands rested on Hermione's face. The other rested on her waist. He kissed her again and again. He couldn't get enough. He was like a man lost in the desert getting water for the first time in weeks. He was desperate. Tom moved one of his hands to Hermione's neck. He pulled away from their kiss.

"You belong to me Hermione. Now and forever. You are mine. Your lips are mine. Your eyes are mine. Your breasts, your stomach, your ass. Your pussy. It's all mine. Mine and mine alone. You belong to me. Be my girlfriend. Be mine. Become my queen. Let me give you the world. Let me give you Britain. You're mine."

"I know Tom. I know. I belong to you now. I won't ever leave you. I'm yours. I'm all yours. Forever."

" My queen, my mudblood. My darling." Tom said.

"Your mudblood. That's a bit offensive don't you think?" Hermione asked.

"Only I can call you mudblood. You are a mudblood. But your blood isn't dirty." Tom says.

Before Hermione could respond Tom captured her mouth in a kiss. His hand was still on her throat possessively. His tounge met hers with a fervor she had never experienced before. She had kissed other people, but it never felt this good. It never felt this right. She was where she belonged. She heard him moan into the kiss. He explored her mouth carefully with his tongue. He wanted to know every crevice. Every part of her belonged to him. She was his. He would own her. He would possess her. His obsession was only growing. Their tongues swirled around each other. He groaned deeply. He pulled away, a smile on his lips.

"Shall we show my followers who you belong to love?"

"I think we should. Now that we are together I want the whole world to know." Hermione said.

They headed back into the party. Hermione gave Tom his coat. The dance floor had emptied. The band was still playing. Tom took her out onto the dance floor. Hermione's arms were arounds Tom's neck. Tom's arms were around her waist. They swayed together in time to the music. Tom moved his hand up to Hermione's face. Her skin was so soft. He cupped her cheek tenderly.

"Everyone is looking at us." Hermione said.

"Keep your pretty chocolate eyes on me love." Tom said.

They danced for a few more songs. Their eyes never left each other. He was mesmerized by her eyes. Her beauty was unmatched. Nobody else mattered in that moment. He didn't care about anything but her. He could tell she was nervous. She wasn't used to being the center of attention. He had to tell her how exquisite she looked. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth.

"Hermione you look... you look divine. I have never seen a prettier witch than you. Your beauty is incomparable. You look like a star plucked from the heavens. You bathe me in your light every time I look upon your face. Everyone here is lucky to be graced by your lovely appearance." Tom says.

"You are just saying that because you know it's what I want to hear." Hermione says shyly.

"Nonsense. I don't do things halfway. I am utterly obsessed with you. I want to drink you in. I want to hold you and never let you go. I want to keep you all to myself. Nobody else should ever see your beauty. You are simply dazzling my dear. I want to show everyone in this room that you belong to me. Can I do that dearest?" Tom asks.

Hermione wordlessly nods her head. They stop swaying to the beat. Tom brings his face millimeters from hers.

"You are so beautiful Hermione. You are incomparable. And you are mine. All mine." Tom says.

Tom presses his lips against Hermione's. He kisses her fiercely. It is a fiery kiss. A claiming kiss. One of Tom's hands travels to Hermione's hips, the other hand is possessively on the back of her neck. He knows people are watching. He knows his followers are watching. Everyone in the room respected him. He slips his tongue in her mouth and pulls her closer to him. It still wasn't close enough. He needed to possess her. Their tongues met in a sort of dance. He pulled away from her mouth after a while. He started kissing her shoulders and biting her neck. He felt Hermione shudder under his touch.

"I think they get the picture Tom. You can stop now." Hermione said sounding embarrassed.

Tom stopped caressing her with his mouth and met her eyes. He looked around the room for the first time since he and Hermione had taken to the dance floor. Everyone was staring at them. He had marked her. He had claimed what was rightfully his. Everyone now knew she was his.

"Are you embarrassed dearest?" Tom asked.

"Yes, I don't like being the center of attention. It makes me uncomfortable." Hermione said.

Tom inspected the marks he left on her neck and shoulders. He was filled with pride at the bruising that was starting to form. They were such a pretty color. Her skin took marks well. He filed that information away for later. He took her hand in his and they walked to the buffet table to get some more things to eat and drink. Arabella made her way towards them. She looked absolutely giddy.

"Abraxas owes me ten galleons. I knew you would get together. That was quite the public display of affection."

"You were betting we would get together. I should expect nothing less from a Malfoy." Tom drawled.

"Don't act surprised Tom. You weren't exactly subtle with your affection towards her." Arabella said.

Hermione felt rather awkward. She touched the marks Tom left. Tom noticed her touching them. He ran his fingers over the marks. Hermione felt him staring at her. He wasn't blinking. His stare was rather intimidating. His eyes were glued to her neck and shoulders.

"Tom don't ignore me. I was talking to you." Arabella said.

Tom blinked and looked around as if finally noticing everything that wasn't Hermione for the first time.

"Oh sorry. She is very distracting."

"I'm distracting am I? I could distract you more if you like?" Hermione teased.

"Don't tempt me. You already have me desperate to ravish you." Tom says.

"You want to ravish me? It's a good thing my knickers match my bra then." Hermione says.

Tom looks at her. Desire and fire are in his eyes. Tom licks his lips and closes his eyes. He has half a mind to just skip the party. Hermione places a hand on one of his hands. Her touch calms him down. The fire is still there but it is contained. For now, at least. He grins wickedly at her words. He quirks an eyebrow at her.

"Is that so? I'd rather see them on my floor." Tom says.

Hermione rolls her eyes at his comment. Arabella cackles loudly.

"If I didn't know any better I would think you were trying to get me into bed Riddle." Hermione says.

"And what if I am? What are you going to do about it?" Tom challenged.

"I just might have to oblige you then. Seeing as how I am your girlfriend now, perhaps we engage in the horizontal tango."

"I desire that with every fiber of my being." Tom says.

His eyes smoldered at her. The heat from his gaze was electrifying. Hermione felt her heartbeat pick up. The way he was looking at her. He was looking at her like he wanted to devour her alive. He looked hungry, like a man starved for weeks. He leaned down toward Hermione's face.

"I can't wait to take you home and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. With every thrust I will show you who you belong to." Tom whispered in Hermione's ear.

Hermione's mouth dropped open in shock. He was using dirty talk while they were in public. How utterly daring of him. Hermione's cheeks flushed at his words. Tom took his plate and walked over towards a table. Hermione stood there in shock. Was this her life now? Was she really going to have sex with the Dark Lord? Yes. She decided, yes, she was. She was going to let herself enjoy it. Arabella stood chatting away to Hermione, but Hermione couldn't hear a word she was saying. Tom's words reverberated in her head. Was he a good fuck? Did he know what he was doing? How would he compare to other people she had slept with? Hermione and Arabella soon sat down next to Tom and they were engaged in conversation. A young man walked up to the trio. Tom recognized him as one of his followers. Lestrange inclined his head in respect towards Tom. Tom nodded his acknowledgment. Hermione instantly recognized him as one of the men from the alleyway. She froze.

"So, this pretty young thing captured your heart Tom. I can see why. She is very pretty. For a mudblood."

Tom clenched his jaw and his hands clenched into fists. He was the only one who could call her that. Mudblood was a slur. It was affectionate coming out of his own mouth but from someone else it was foul. Hermione grabbed her wand from the pocket of her dress. She stood up and drew her wand on him.

"Don't call me that."

Tom jumped to her defense and took Lestrange by the collar of his shirt. Tom sneered down at him. Righteous anger coursed through Tom.

"I suggest you mind your attitude. I have made it clear that she is mine. That she is not to be trifled with. Or do you need reminding how to respect your betters? Apologize to her right now. You don't deserve to lick the dirt off her heels." Tom said threateningly.

Lestrange paled and bowed from his waist and lowered his head.

"My apologies. I was not thinking straight. I didn't mean to offend." Lestrange said.

Hermione stood there with a blank expression on her face. She didn't want Lestrange to see her cry. She sat back down and put her head in her hands. This was the exact reason why she didn't want to come to this stupid ball. Pure blood society would never accept her. She was a mudblood. Her blood was foul and dirty. Tom's followers would never accept her. Tom's eyes swept over Hermione's form. Arabella stood up and slapped Lestrange. She started cussing him out. It was so satisfying.

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? I am ashamed to even know you. Who cares about her blood status. I bloody don't. "Arabella screamed.

"Blood traitor." Lestrange whispered underneath his breath.

Tom had heard enough. He drew his wand and pressed it against Lestrange's cheek.

"One more word out of your mouth about her blood status and you will regret it. Choose your next words very carefully. You don't want to lose my favor, do you?" Tom threatened.

"I'm sorry my lord. If she is really who you want I am not going to stand in your way. My deepest apologies. Can you forgive me Hermione?" Lestrange asked.

"You don't deserve to have her name fall from your lips. Get out of my sight. If you are lucky, I will let this matter drop. If you disrespect her again it will be one of the last things you ever do. Have I made myself clear?" Tom said.

Lestrange bowed again and muttered a quick apology and stalked off. Tom turned to Hermione. He noticed her body shaking. He quickly wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her on top of him as he sat back in his chair. Tom cooed in her ear. He clicked his tongue and hushed her. He noticed tears were sliding down her cheeks. That bastard. He made Hermione cry. Tom was fuming.

"I'm sorry about that darling. Are you alright?"

"This is exactly why I didn't want to come to this stupid ball. I...I... do you think my blood is dirty Tom?"

Tom's brow furrowed. He held her close to his chest.

"Hermione your blood isn't dirty. Anybody who thinks so will have to deal with me. I treasure you my pet." Tom says.

"You called me your mudblood earlier. Explain how that is any different? Its still a slur. You think all mudbloods are filthy who don't deserve to learn magic. I know that is what you think. You think I don't deserve... you think I don't deserve my magic." Hermione cries.

Tom sighed deeply and buried his face into Hermione's hair. Her scent calmed his fury. If she wasn't here he would have cruciod Lestrange. Just the thought of hearing his screams echoing on the walls made Tom smile nastily. How could he explain this to her without making him seem callous? Hermione rested her head on Tom's cheek. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Tom kissed her cheek softly.

"When I call you mudblood it's different than when they call you mudblood. When I say it its a term of endearment. It's different because you are mine. You are my mudblood. You are my girlfriend. You are mine. I don't give a shit about anyone except you. The other mudbloods could all die for all I care. You are a brilliant witch. You are the most intelligent person I have ever met. Anyone who can't see your brilliance is blind. You deserve your magic more than anybody else I have ever met. You just happen to be muggle born. I have made my peace with that. I care for you. My mudblood." Tom says quietly.

"Even though you say it is a term of endearment its still derogatory. I won't lie to you though, when you call me mudblood it... does things to me. When you call me darling that also does something to me. " Hermione says.

"Sounds to me like you have a praise kink and a degradation kink Hermione. It's interesting that you have both." Arabella says.

"It doesn't make me a bad person for liking that? For liking being degraded and praised?" Hermione asks.

"You like what you like. It's something you and Tom can explore together. As long as at the end of degradation you do lots of aftercare I am sure it would be alright." Arabella says.

Tom wipes away Hermione's tears with his thumb. He kisses her forehead and she buries her face into his shoulder. His scent. The smell of cologne and cinnamon assaulted her nostrils. She breathed in deeply. His scent was so calming to her. He placed his hand on the back of her neck. He breathed deeply. He noticed that Hermione was calming down.

"What time is it?" Hermione asked.

"Its 10-o clock. We have a few more hours till people start to go home." Arabella said.

"How about a dance darling?" Tom asked.

The band was playing an upbeat ditty. The ballroom floor was teeming with people. Tom led her to the center of the dance floor. It kind of reminded her of the yule ball back in her 4th year. Tom turned her around and started swaying to the music with her. Before she knew it all thoughts of earlier that night were gone. It was just the music and Tom. She was laughing and giggling. Tom had such a shit eating grin on his face. She twirled and swayed in his arms. A few hours passed and people were starting to leave. Lestrange came up to Tom and Hermione as they were exiting the dance floor. He bowed in respect towards Tom.

"Your attitude has changed Lestrange? No more comments I need to worry about?" Tom asks icily.

"No of course not my lord. I must apologize to you missus. Ma'am. My apologies." Lestrange said.

"You are going to have to earn my respect. I don't take kindly to being called slurs." Hermione said.

"Of course Madam. I live to serve. Perhaps I could invite the both of you over for tea to smooth things over?" Lestrange says.

"We'll see Lestrange. It's up to Hermione."

"I'll think it over." Hermione said.

"Should we agree to tea I will contact the usual way. Good night Lestrange." Tom said.

Tom grabbed Hermione and swept her off her feet. He was carrying her bridal style. Her dress made that somewhat difficult but Tom didn't dare put her down.

"Can I come round Tomorrow? Hermione and I were discussing Hogwarts a History over lunch yesterday. I very much would like to finish that conversation." Arabella said.

"It depends on what time we wake up Tomorrow. I don't think we will be doing much sleeping tonight." Tom said.

"How does 3 pm sound? Does that give you enough time to recuperate from your... endeavors? Here, I keep a couple spare contraceptive potions on me at all times." Arabella asked.

Tom and Hermione looked at each other and Tom grinned mischievously at her. Hermione takes the potions from Arabella and puts them in her pocket. Tom wiggled his eyebrows causing Hermione to crack up.

"3 pm works. We will be sure to be fully clothed and done with our... activities,,, by then. See you later Arabella. Congrats on your engagement. Abraxas is a bit rough around the edges, but he is a good man. Now if you'll excuse us Hermione and I have some rather pressing matters to attend to." Tom said.

At his phrasing Hermione let out a laugh. Tom apparated them back to his lodgings. Hermione laid down on the bed and let out a breath. Tom flopped down on the bed next to her.

"That was an emotional roller coaster of an evening." Hermione said.

"Roller coaster? What is that? Some muggle device?" Tom asked.

Hermione slapped her hand to her forehead. Sometimes she forgot how much Tom didn't know about the muggle world.

"One of these days Tom I need to take you to an amusement park. They must still have amusement park's in the 1940s. Roller coasters are these rides that go very fast and they zoom up and down and in loop de loops. They are so much fun."

"You can do these roller coasters but flying on a broom frightens you. You are an astonishing contradiction." Tom teased.

Tom kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Hermione looked at him. Tom looked at her. The laid next to each other just staring at each other. Tom suddenly stood up and carefully took off the antique shoes on Hermione's feet. He took them over to his wardrobe and put them gently inside. Hermione sat up and stared at him. Tom carefully undid his bowtie and he threw off his jacket and walked back over to the bed. He laid down on top of Hermione and she placed her hands on the back of his shirt. He kissed her cheek. He was staring into her eyes. He swallowed hard. Shit. He was going to have to confess he had no idea what he was doing. Would she laugh at his inexperience? Talking about sex and actually having sex where two very different things. Hermione pulled him towards her and she kissed him hungrily. As Tom pulled away Hermione began to unbutton his shirt. Where they really going to do this? Was he really going to have sex with her? What if she was disappointed? Her opinion mattered to him. He would need to do some research. Hermione finished unbuttoning his shirt. She tugged it off of him with an alarming speed. She obviously wanted this just as much as he did. She marveled at his chest. He stood up as Hermione tried unzipping her dress. Tom slowly inched down the zipper. Hermione hummed in anticipation. The dress pooled at her feet. Tom swallowed hard. He had never seen a woman in her underwear before. This was all new territory for him. He felt overwhelmed.

"Hermione, before we go any further, there is something you should know."

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"I have never done this before. I am a virgin." Tom said.

Hermione got an amused look on her face. She started laughing so hard her body shook. Tom's face hardened. This was exactly what he was hoping wouldn't happen.

"You are laughing at my inexperience?"

"I just assumed you had sex before. Sorry, I don't mean to laugh. I am not laughing at you. Its just rather funny. I'm going to take your virginity when I came back in time to kill you. It rather ironic don't you think?" Hermione said.

"Yes, I suppose it is." Tom says.

"Do you really want to do this? We have only known each other for 3 months. It took Draco and I 8 months of dating before he took my virginity." Hermione asks.

"I want this darling. I want you. I want your skin against my skin." Tom says.

Hermione lay on the bed. Tom pulled away from her. He drank in the sight before him. The bra clung to her chest. Her knickers lay on her hips. She looked absolutely beautiful. Her hands were above her head. Tom grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the bed. Just because he was a virgin didn't mean he couldn't dominate her. While one hand was pinning her wrists to the bed his other hand was cupping her face. He crashed his lips down onto her. The kiss felt like fire. Eventually his lungs ached for air but he didn't want to pull away. He begrudgingly pulled away from the kiss. Her lips looked pink and recently kissed. He kissed along her neck and bit into her pulse point. He bit her shoulders, that earned a gasp from Hermione. He kissed her collarbones and her chest. He licked at her cleavage. He moved his lips lower. He licked her stomach and sucked on her thighs. Hermione was making little gasps that inflamed his body. Hermione unbuckled his belt and he slid his pants down his legs. They were both in just their underwear now. Hermione could see the effect she was having on Tom. He was aroused. Hermione pulled Tom onto the bed. He kissed her with that same fire and fervor that they shared during their first kiss. Tom felt awkward. He didn't know what to do now. He didn't want Hermione to know he didn't know what to do. Hermione sighed and wrapped her legs around Tom's waist. Tom hissed at the contact. Damn it all, he had to ask or he would never learn how to pleasure her.

"What do we do now?" Tom asked.

"Grind your hips into mine. Let me feel how hard you are." Hermione said.

Tom ground his hips into hers experimentally. The feeling of the friction between his thighs was insane. He felt himself pulse in his need for her. Hermione wiggled her hips in response. He needed more. He needed to be closer to her. He wanted to absorb her into himself. He wanted to wear her skin like a blanket. They ground into each other for quite some time. The friction was sweet and warm. Tom couldn't take it anymore. He stopped and pulled away from her.

"Why'd you stop?" Hermione asks.

"I need to take my underwear off. It's not enough. I need more of you. I can't get enough of you Hermione." Tom said.

Tom slowly with shaking hands lowered his underwear till it was on the floor underneath his feet. He stood with his hands on his hips waiting for Hermione to say something. Would she like what she saw? He had never been naked in front of someone before. Not in a romantic way at least.

"Tom, you really are a work of art. Did you know that? That you are a wonder to behold. You are so beautiful. You are the same size as Draco. You are a bit girthier than he was." Hermione said.

Tom was blushing from his cheeks down to his toes. Hermione stood up and turned her back towards him.

"Can you undo my bra?" Hermione asked.

Tom tugged on the piece of fabric with his hands. Stupid thing. He couldn't figure out how to undo it. He felt like an idiot. He was top of his class in Hogwarts, and he couldn't figure out how to unhook this damn bra. Eventually Hermione undid the bra and slipped off her knickers. Tom sucked in a breath. Her body was finally revealed to him. He pressed his fingers into her waist and marveled at how soft she was. His fingers moved all over her body. Everywhere was soft. He stood looking at her body. He had never seen one before. He had never seen such beauty. He felt like he might start crying. A barrage of emotions flooded him. He felt overcome by desire. Desire which previously felt embers of were now like flames licking every inch of his body.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Hermione asked.

Tom clenched his jaw. He swallowed hard. He was looking at her with such admiration and affection. Hermione sat down on the bed. He pressed his hand into her right breast. The feeling of her silky skin on his fingertips felt phenomenal. She saw fire in his eyes. Tom licked his lips and bit his lip. She had only ever seen fire like that from Draco a few times. Draco always restrained himself when it came to their lovemaking. When they were doing bdsm scenes however he was somewhat less restrained. He didn't want to hurt her. What he failed to understand was that she wanted to be hurt. She wanted to feel the sting of pain mixed with pleasure. Tom didn't seem like the type of man to hold back in his love making. Were they making love or where they fucking? Could they be doing a little bit of both? Tom placed his other hand on her left breast and squeezed. He tugged on her nipple making Hermione's head spin. She lay back on the bed and scooted back till her head was on top of her pillow. Tom's hunger for her was never ending. This would be the first night of the rest of their lives that he would make her scream his name. Even though he had no idea what he was doing he was determined to make her feel pleasure. He was a fast learner after all. He kissed her softly at first but the fire threatened to consume him. His tounge met hers in a dance similar to their first kiss. This one held more fire. It was the most passionate kiss Hermione had ever experienced. That was saying something considering Draco was a passionate kisser. He looked down at her body in awe. She was his. He would claim her. He would mark his territory. He would mark her up so that no other man dared question that she belonged to someone else.

"The way you look at me. It rather scary and intimidating. But I can't deny when you look at me this way it makes my heart pound in my chest. You look like you want to eat me alive." Hermione said.

"I want to possess you. I want to make you mine. I want to mark your body up with bruises so nobody else will ever mistake you for being single. Darling. My darling mudblood. Is it alright that I call you that? If you aren't ok with it I won't call you mudblood. I thought it would feed into your degradation kink. What are your boundaries regarding that word?" Tom asked.

"It alright if you call me mudblood. It's kind of turning me on if I am being honest. It is a slur. But coming out of your mouth it doesn't sound bad. I want you to claim me. Make me yours Tom."

Tom didn't need to be told twice. He kissed her breasts and took one of her nipples in between his teeth and he bit and sucked while his other hand grabbed at her other breast.

"Oh God Tom. Yes. You are a quick study." Hermione said.

Tom bit her nipple so hard he broke the skin. Little drops of blood oozed into his mouth. He tasted the tang of iron. He bit her other nipple equally as hard. Tom it seems, was not one to hold back. Oh no, he was the opposite of Draco in this regard. He placed soft kisses across her chest and licked her stomach and kissed it until he got to the apex of her thighs. Tom was frustrated. He was pissed off at his lack of experience. He should have researched this instead of going in blind. He was the best at everything he did. Hermione meanwhile was enjoying herself immensely. The sting from her nipples was rather exciting. She noticed Tom's frustration. It was rather cute, she thought. He just wanted to please her and it showed.

"Tell me what to do, just because you are giving me directions doesn't mean you are the one in charge. I am the one in control." Tom said.

Hermione guided his hand to between her thighs. He gasped at the sensation. He felt wet. Wet and heat. It felt divine. He pumped a finger inside her and nearly fainted from excitement. Hermione took his other hand and guided it to her clit. He made small circles around it with the pad of his finger. Hermione jerked her hips upward. A bead of sweat rolled down Tom's Forehead. He was concentrating on her. Hermione had started to pant from the exertion. He could see the frustration in her eyes. Was he even doing this right? How could he improve? He didn't want to admit to her that he was lost.

"The clit is the only human body part that is made solely for pleasure. Keep rubbing it and eventually I'll orgasm. It takes some practice to get things just right."

"Can I taste you?" Tom asks.

"Go ahead."

Tom scooted down till his face was inches away from her private areas. He licked experimentally at her folds. Tom licked his lips and looked up at Hermione. He looked like a kid in a candy store about to binge on sweets.

"How do I? What do I do?" Tom asks.

"Press your tongue into me. Then run your tongue along my clit and make small circles. I'll tell you what to do after that."

Tom did as he was told. He stuck his tongue inside her as far as he could. He made small circles around her clit. The taste was tangy. It wasn't an unpleasant taste, but it definitely wasn't chocolate either. He waited for instructions.

"Spell your name with your tongue on my clit."

Tom did as he was told and spelled out his name. With every lick and swirl of his tongue he noticed Hermione's grip on his head was getting rougher. Tom Marvolo Riddle. He spelled out his name a few times. He felt a gush of wetness come from Hermione. He lapped it up greedily. Hermione's thighs were wrapped tightly around his head. Hermione unwrapped her thighs and stood up. She picked up her dress and pulled out the contraceptive potion and downed the whole thing in one go. Her face contorted into a disgusted look. It had tasted unpleasant.

"I want you inside me. Right now."

"Oh Hermione, you know you have to ask nicely. What's the magic word?" Tom said.

"Please. Tom. I need you. I'm aching for you." Hermione said.

"I am practically pulsating in my need for you. You need to address me properly if you want me inside you."

"Please Sir. I need you."

"Good girl. but there's one more thing I need from you."

"Name it. Anything." Hermione says.

"When we have sex occasionally I want you to call me Dark Lord." Tom says.

"Ok, my lord. Sir. I'm waiting for your hard dick." Hermione says giggling.

Hermione lays herself back on the bed. Tom lays himself down on top of her. She can't stop giggling and smiling. He kisses her with his tongue. She tastes herself in his mouth. Tom's hands grip her face. The eye contact is intense. Green eyes met Brown. He was already close from their body contact. It was all rather overwhelming for him. Hermione spread her legs and he positioned himself at her entrance. As he pushed inside he groaned at the contact. Once he was fully inside of her he felt his body shake. He gripped her hips with both hands. Tom squeezed his eyes shut. The pleasure he felt was indescribable. It was incomparable. If this is what sex felt like he started to understand why people were so obsessed with it. The way she was clenching him. Her smell, her skin. It enveloped him. His body started to shudder and before he realized what was happening he came inside her. He lay on top of her in shock. This was rather embarrassing. They had barely started having sex and he came. It just felt so good. She felt amazing. Tom felt himself blush.

"Did you really just finish?" Hermione asked.

"Yes" Tom replied.

"That has to be a world record for fastest ejaculation ever." Hermione teased.

"Shut up. It was my first time."

"I'm just teasing you Sir. I knew you wouldn't be able to last long. Harry only lasted a little bit longer than you when we had sex."

"I really don't want to hear about your other lovers while we have sex." Tom said.

Tom was still inside her but he had softened. Hermione was whispering words of encouragement in Tom's ear.

"Was I absolutely awful?" Tom asked.

Hermione laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"You did a better job than Harry did during his first time that's for sure." Hermione said.

"How many times did you and he have sex?" Tom asked.

"Quite a few times. When we were looking for your horcruxes we had sex mostly to relieve stress." Hermione said.

Tom was stunned. She had tried to find his horcruxes? The ring on his finger seemed to laugh at her. As if to say see, I am still here.

"Did you ever love him? Did you love either of them?" Tom asked.

"Harry and I were just friends. But Draco, yes, I did love him." Hermione said.

"Oh, I see."

Tom clamped his eyes shut and breathed deeply. She had loved another. Someone else had her heart before him. Was he going to be replaced too like she had replaced Draco? Hermione's hand touched Tom's face and he sucked in a breath. They had been talking for around half an hour when he felt himself start to harden again.

"Seems like someone is excited?" Hermione joked.

"What can I say? You just do it for me." Tom quips back.

Tom takes one of his hands and circles her clit. With every touch Hermione felt like she was on fire. Tom started to move his hips back and forth. He closed his eyes as the pleasure radiated throughout his body. He wasn't going to ignore her needs. She had to come before he did. He wasn't going to allow himself to cum until she had been properly satisfied. As his hips kept thrusting he kept massaging her clit with his fingers. His hips didn't have very good rhythm. Hermione thought to herself it was rather awkwardly paced but he was giving it his all. Excitement and eagerness was making up for his lack of experience. Tom sighed in frustration.

"I am doing it wrong. We have been at this for 30 minutes and you still haven't come. What' s wrong with me? Am I a deficient lover? How can I satisfy you Hermione? I don't admit this without pause. Showing weakness is not something I do. But with you it comes so easily." Tom says.

"I need you to be rougher with me. Don't hold back. Don't stop. " Hermione said.

"You want me to be rough with you? I can do that." Tom said.

Tom snapped his hips harder into her body. His thrusts became erratic. He gripped her clit between two of his fingers and kept rubbing as he rocked his hips into hers. Tom moved his hand onto Hermione's throat. He practically fell on top of her. He didn't' dare squeeze the hand that was on her throat out of fear of choking her. He just rested his hand there. Hermione's eyes closed at the feeling of his fingers on her neck. Yes. This was what she wanted. This is what she needed. The feeling of his hand on her throat sent a shockwave inside her body. When she and Draco had made love he never touched her throat out of fear of choking her. She liked this. This feeling of pressure, of claiming. She was trusting him with her body. She was trusting that he wouldn't hurt her. He had never hurt her so far.

"I need you to talk dirty to me. I'm getting wetter. Keep your hand on my throat. I am enjoying the sensation," Hermione said.

Tom froze as he felt her tighten and pulsate around him. He clenched his jaw. It felt so good. It felt divine. She surrounded him. Her body, her sweat, her skin. She was all he was thinking about. Getting her off was the only thing going on in his brain. Tom cleared his throat. What would he say? Suddenly an idea came to mind. A way to play into her praise and degradation kinks both at the same time. It was a wickedly good idea.

"You are doing such a good job for me mudblood. Such a good girl. Who's my mudblood.?"

"I am Sir. I am. I'm your mudblood." Hermione says.

"Such a slut for your sir aren't you my good girl? Who do you belong to love? Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours Sir. I'm yours."

"Don't you want to cum for me? Be a good girl and cum on your sir's cock. I want to feel you in ecstasy. I want to feel you shiver." Tom said.

His dirty talk was working up Hermione into a frenzy. She was getting closer. Just a bit more. He could feel Hermione fluttering around him.

"Oh god. Oh god. Sir... Tom. I'm almost there. Just a bit more." Hermione panted.

"Tell me Hermione is it God giving you pleasure right now? Or is it me? Do you like how I'm touching you? I want this burned into your brain. No other man will ever touch you. You are mine. You belong to me. This pussy is mine. Mine. Do you hear me?" Tom shouted.

Hermione's hips started to buck wildly. She was right at the edge. She was almost there. She lifted up her hips as Tom thrust into her. Her head lay back into the pillow. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Tom stopped moving. Suddenly he felt the grip from her walls tighten. Oh Merlin.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my god." Tom groaned.

He was determined to memorize this moment. He was at the brink as well, the pleasure in his body was building. Hermione panted and gasped. She cried out Tom's name over and over again. It was almost like a prayer. He felt the intensity of her orgasm rock his body. The sensation was too much. He came with a loud shout of her name on his lips. The crescendo had come to the summit. They both lay together gasping in the afterglow. Their bodies shined with sweat. Tom didn't release his hold on her neck. Oh no, he thought. He wasn't letting go just yet. As they were both coming down Hermione took one of her hands and tangled it into his hair. The other hand grabbed Tom's hand. Their fingers were intertwined. One of Tom's hands was still resting on her throat.

"I didn't disappoint you did I?" Tom asked.

"Oh no, I enjoyed myself immensely. You really have a way with words. Your dirty talk really does it for me." Hermione said.

They lay together as their bodies came back down to normal arousal state. In the afterglow Tom realized, he really had feelings for her. Not just obsession, not just desire, it wasn't just possession. He had real strong feelings for her. She was more than just a weakness. She was everything. His queen. He decided that he would never let her go. She was his. She belonged to him. He meant what he said. No other man would dare approach her. No other man was allowed to touch her.

"Tom, are you alright? You're crying."

"I...I..I care for you Hermione. I care for you so deeply it hurts me. I just realized that I never want to go another day without you in my arms. You are mine. Your body belongs to me. Your very soul, every inch of your skin, I don't ever want to lose you. You matter to me. Your opinion matters to me. I want you by my side from now on until forever. Mine. My girlfriend. Even if I were to take over Britain or the entire wizarding world I would have nothing if I didn't have you by my side. My queen." Tom said.

Tears fell from Tom's eyes as he spoke. All of the emotions just poured out of him. He was experiencing emotions that were so new to him. He was falling in love with her. His chest ached. He couldn't love her. She was a mudblood. But he couldn't help himself. Blood purity was just a pawn. An excuse to gain followers. All he cared about was power. Hermione was powerful. She was extremely gifted. If he were to fall in love with anyone they needed to be competent. She was competent. With every breath he took he was falling more and more in love with her. Love was for fools. It was a weakness to be exploited. Yet. even he can't overcome his feelings towards her. He withdrew his hand from around her neck and hugged her body to him. With every word he spoke more tears fell down his cheeks. He didn't know how to tell her. He didn't want to tell her he loved her. He wasn't ready for that. To be that vulnerable. What if she didn't love him back? Growing up alone and in an orphanage and never knowing love, it shaped him into who he was. But Hermione was shaping him into someone softer. Hermione cupped the side of his face tenderly. In the three months that she had known him she had never seen him cry. Not once. What kind of feelings was he experiencing? She meant alot to him. That much was obvious. The evil man she had pegged him as all seemed to melt away in the afterglow. His vulnerability took center stage. He kissed her fiercely. This kiss was different from his other kisses. This kiss was soft. It was tender. It was loving. It wasn't claiming or possessive. It was vulnerable. Tom poured everything he could into the kiss. Every emotion he was feeling he tried to convey with his lips. They lay together for a long time. Occasionally sharing kisses but mostly just holding each other close. They were bonding.

"Are you ok? I wasn't too rough was I?" Tom asked.

"You were perfect. You could have been rougher. Don't get me wrong, sometimes slow and tender is the way to go but I wanted you to be rough with me. I'll let you know what I want before we get too hot and heavy." Hermione said.

"I wasn't perfect, I have a long way to go in terms of knowing how to pleasure you. You got off though and of that I am proud." Tom said.

"No, ok, you weren't perfect. If I am being honest it was a bit awkward at times. But your enthusiasm made up for your lack of experience." Hermione said.

"I look forward to many more escapades like this one." Tom said.

"How was your first time? Was it what you thought it would be like?" Hermione asked.

"I never really thought much about sex until you came along. You unlocked something in me. My desire for you is unquenchable. I can't get enough of you."

"You know my birthday is happening soon?" Hermione said.

"I know, its the 29th right?"

"Yep. You remembered." Hermione said.

"My mind is like a steel trap. Nothing gets past me. I have a surprise for you. Let's put some clothes on and then head out to the living room." Tom said.

Hermione dug through Tom's drawers and pulled out a shirt. It was one of his old Hogwarts uniform shirts. She slipped it on. It fell just past her thighs. Tom slipped on a pair of green sweatpants. Hermione pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She looked so pretty with her hair off her face. Tom walked up to her and kissed her forehead and threw her over his shoulder.

"What do you think you are doing?" Hermione screamed.

"I'm bringing you into the living room darling." Tom said.

Once they got into the living room Tom set her down. Hermione let out a cry of Surprise and clapped her hands together.

"You got me presents! Thank you Tom. Can I open some?"

"You can open a few but save the rest for your birthday." Tom said.

Hermione did a quick calculation in her head.

"You got me 20 presents! That's a bit excessive don't you think?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Nonsense, one for every year you have been alive plus one to grow on. That's the expression, right?" Tom asks.

"One to grow on or one for good luck. Yeah." Hermione said.

She walked over to the tower of presents and couldn't decide which to pick. She decided to pick a present with blue wrapping paper and silver ribbons. As she picked out her prize Tom clucked his tongue.

"I'm not sure you want to start with that one. That one took the most work. Every other gift pales in comparison to that one. If you open it I won't let you open any other gifts until your party." Tom explained.

"Why can't I open this one? What's so special about this one?" Hermione asked.

"Once you open it you will understand what I am talking about." Tom said.

Hermione didn't heed his warning. She was always a stubborn one. She slipped off the wrapping paper with her hands. As she threw the wrapping paper aside, she saw a picture that she thought she would never see again. It was of Her, Harry, and Ron. They were smiling and waving to her. How did he do that? She didn't take any pictures of her friends with her? She opened the book and was astonished at what she saw. There were tons of memories all playing on a loop throughout the book. It was a magical scrapbook.

"How did you accomplish this? My memories? You took my memories and turned them into a scrapbook? I never thought I would see my friends again."

"After you let me peruse your memories I got an idea in my head that I thought might help you cope with your loss. I know I can't bring them back so I gave you what I could. It took weeks of work and research. I went back to Hogwarts for a few days and checked out a couple books on pensieves. Do you like it?" Tom asks.

"Do I like it? I love it you barmy bastard, Thank you. Truly. This means the world to me. I haven't seen my friends in so long. Here, let me show you who is who." Hermione said.

Hermione clutched her prize to her chest and sat down next to Tom on the couch. Tom put his arm around her. He squeezed her shoulder and kissed her temple. As Hermione looked over all the different pages in the book Tom noticed how excited she was getting. He loved seeing her smile. That smile. It could light up any darkness. It lit up every room she was in. Hermione was describing all of the adventures she and her friends had been on.

"George and Fred actually threw snowballs at your face. It was hilarious looking back on it. That's Draco. He's Abraxas's grandson. Oh, you even got some memories of him holding me. That's us at the yule ball. He and I became friends that night. He became friends with me because Ron was being a git. He ruined my night with Victor Krum. He told me that Victor only wanted to sleep with me. Ron could be rather rude sometimes." Hermione said.

"They threw snowballs at my face? Explain. Ah, so this is Draco. My competition. You look so pretty during the yule ball Hermione. That dress is such a pretty color on you. Ron sounds like a right arse. I think you are pretty even when you first wake up in the morning with no makeup on. I love when you wear my clothes." Tom said.

"They didn't know you were there. You were on the back of Professor Quirrell's head. Draco isn't your competition. Ron is... Ron was.. Ron had his issues, but we were still friends. That's Luna and Neville. They finally ended up getting together during the war. That's Ginny, oh and you even managed to include my parents. I miss them so much. My dad would always say 'Mione you can do anything you put your mind to. My parents were a big reason why I did so well in school. When they found out I was a witch they were ecstatic. Every summer I would come home with homework and new spells and they took everything in stride." Hermione said.

She sounded sad. Hermione felt like she had a lump in her throat. All of these people, her loved ones. She had to say goodbye to everyone because of Voldemort. She wished she felt angry at him. Instead of anger at Tom she felt anger at the snake faced demon Voldemort. The dark lord had just given her a most precious gift. He had given her friends back to her. Her parent's It had been a year since she had seen her parents faces. She wasn't going to cry. She had cried enough already this month. As she flipped through the book she paused on a memory. It was of her and her father playing catch. He had a baseball glove on. She had almost forgotten about that day.

"I was 7 in that memory. My dad had been trying to get me into softball. I never really liked sports. I was never really good at them. Quidditch included. It was the first time I caught one of his fastballs. He was so proud of me. It was the first time I showed my magic actually. I slowed down the ball enough so I could catch it. I halted it in midair. My dad was just proud I caught it. I had to obliviate them during the war. Losing them. It hurt. It hurt a lot. They are probably still in Australia." Hermione said.

Tom had been quiet for a bit now. He decided he would ask her father's permission to marry her. He was always a bit old fashioned when it came to romance. Not that Hermione needed to know that he was planning on marrying her. No, she couldn't' know that yet. Hermione was lost in her own memories and she was explaining another adventure that her and her friends had been on while Tom was admiring her smile. She had a dimple on her left cheek when she smiled. She didn't have a dimple on the other side. He wondered at her face. Even though Hermione had to have lost everyone she cared about he didn't care. She was his because of her having lost everything. If they had won the war against him, he would never have met her. His Queen. He shifted his arms around her and pulled her into a tight side hug.

"Is everything alright?" Hermione asked.

"Everything is fine. I just want to feel you in my arms. My Queen." Tom says.

Hermione set the book down on the sofa beside her and she climbed on top of him and sat in his lap. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. Tom embraced her. Hermione hugged him close. She rested her face on the crook of his neck. His smell enveloped her. She had lost everyone she ever loved. But in return she had gained Tom. Her Tom. If she could do it over would she rather win the war and save all her friends but lose Tom? Was losing everyone worth gaining him? It didn't matter. Her friends were dead and her parents obliviated. They hadn't even been born yet. If she had won the war she would have never met Tom. In a way she was glad they lost. She had never admitted it to herself until now. It made her feel like an awful person for admitting that to herself. She wished she could have both. Is there a way for her to have both? If she had won the war she would have never met Arabella. Arabella was becoming one of her closest friends. Tom hummed in contentment. He stroked her hair. His arms were so comforting. She never wanted to leave them.

"Would you like a cup of tea? It always works to calm my nerves when I feel on edge." Tom asked.

"How did you know I was having anxiety?" Hermione asked.

"I can just tell. Your breathing was very uneven. Come on, let me show you the kitchen."

Tom carried her in his arms as they walked towards the kitchen. He inclined his head and two teacups appeared from the cupboard. He wordlessly warmed the tea kettle once water was inside it. They waited for it to whistle. The weight of Hermione felt good to Tom. Feeling her body curve into him. She smiled.

"Wandless magic. I didn't know you could do that. How fascinating." Hermione said.

Soon the tea kettle was shrieking. He flicked his head, and the tea was poured into the two cups.

"Would you like lemon with your tea or sugar?" Tom asked.

"I actually prefer honey and milk in my tea. Its great for soothing my throat when I get sick." Hermione said.

The fridge opened and milk was poured into her tea. Honey came and was poured into her tea. As Tom walked back into the living room carrying Hermione the two tea cups followed. They sat and drank their tea and they talked for hours.

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Hermione's birthday had arrived. Tom lay next to her. He threw his arm around her while she slept. He kissed her shoulder. They were both naked from a previous night of lovemaking. Tom pulled Hermione close to him. Her eyes snapped open. She yawned and stretched.

"Happy birthday my most precious girl. Today you will be showered with gifts. But right now I was thinking we could celebrate another way. Perhaps an encore of what we did last night?" Tom said.

Hermione snorted and rolled her eyes but then she smiled. Tom's eyes never left her face. He stroked her waist with one hand.

"I am not in the mood right now. But if you want to we can." Hermione said.

"If it isn't a fuck yes it's a hell no. We can have sex later. I don't mind." Tom said.

"Are you sure?"

" Nonsense, besides we have a place to decorate." Tom said.

"You planned on decorating for my birthday? Tom, ever the charmer." Hermione said.

"I have been working all week on the decorations. I hope you like them. Only the best for my queen."

"Your queen, how am I your queen?" Hermione asked.

"When we take over the wizarding world or at least Britain I want you by my side. You will rule millions." Tom said.

Tom walked into the living room and Hermione followed. He dragged his wand through the air and wordlessly hung a banner that said, "Happy Birthday Hermione."

"Tom you can't be serious. You still want to take over the world. I won't let you." Hermione said.

Tom turned to her and sighed. He pulled Hermione close to him.

"Let's not argue today love. We can have this conversation later. Today is a day of celebration. If you really want to have that talk we will talk about it later. I promise." Tom said.

Hermione stood with her hands on her hips. She couldn't stay mad at him. His voice was so soothing it was hypnotizing. She nodded her head.

"Fine, since today is my birthday we won't fight. But we will have that talk. I am holding you to it."

" Noted. Go into the kitchen and make us some lunch. It's around 1 o clock. Guests will be arriving at 5. I have another Surprise for you. I'll show it to you after the decorations are up." Tom said.

It was not a suggestion. It was an order. Hermione looked back at Tom as he was hanging the decorations. He was humming to himself like he always did when he was content.

Hermione went into the kitchen and waved her wand. Two sandwiches appeared. She went to the fridge and pulled out a jug of pumpkin juice. They would need to talk about his plans. He had to convince her. He needed her. Without her ruling the world meant nothing. He had to have her by his side. Tom hung streamers from the ceiling and put the last finishing touches on the decorations. Hermione meanwhile was quite troubled. The sandwiches were ready. He couldn't become Voldemort. She wouldn't let that happen. She had to save him from himself. She had to stop his plans. By any means necessary. He had so much potential to change the wizarding world for the better. He would make a great Minister for Magic. From the conversations they had he was a visionary. He wanted to shape the world in his image. He wanted power. He thirsted for it. Would he choose power over her? If she gave him an ultimatum, what would he choose? Would he abandon her? Tom walked into the kitchen twirling his wand. He whistled. He was happy. He noticed Hermione's expression and frowned. What had got her looking so disturbed?

"Hermione, are you alright?"

"Yes. I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me Hermione. Something's wrong. What's wrong?" Tom asks.

Hermione sighed and placed the sandwiches on the table.

"We can't talk about it today. It would only ruin things. Today is supposed to be a happy day. I just... I have objections to your plans. We can talk about it later. It's fine." Hermione said.

"If something is bothering you I want you to feel comfortable coming to me with your troubles. I want you to trust me." Tom said.

Trust him. He wanted her to trust him. She did trust him. It scared her how much she trusted him. She was never supposed to get attached. She had fallen for his charms and good looks. Tom pulled her into a tight hug. Hermione buried her face into his shoulder. His smell. It consumed her. He patted her head soothingly. Hermione's mind went blank. All thoughts of stopping him went out the window. She reveled in his touch. He knew he had an effect on her. Hermione practically swooned under his touch. Tom lifted her chin with one of his hands. Their eyes locked. All her doubts faded away in his eyes. Nothing else mattered in the current moment. He kissed her softly. He pressed her face into his. When he pulled away he noticed Hermione's expression had changed. She looked serene. He kissed the top of her forehead. He took her arm in his hands. He examined her scar closely. Whenever he thought the scar had completely healed it opened back up again. Like it was some kind of curse. It had started bleeding again. He brought dittany to her and tenderly pressed the dittany into the wound. It healed instantly. It looked a few days old again. He would have to look into some research on bleeding curses. He kissed the new skin softly. Hermione flinched. Tom dropped her arm and held her close. They had different goals. They had opposite goals. Would they ever reconcile?

"So, I have been thinking... I think I want to work at the ministry of magic, either that or go to school to become a healer. In both positions I can help people. I want to make a difference in the world. I can't just sit around doing nothing all day. I want to be useful. Of course, if I wanted to follow healing, I would have to take the entrance exams to see if I will even be accepted." Hermione said.

"Oh, that sounds like a good fit for you. You are always such a bleeding heart. You have to help everyone don't you?" Tom teases.

"I was thinking... well... I was thinking you should run for Minister For Magic. That way you still have power like you want. People don't get hurt. You get to change things."

"Me, me as Minister For Magic? I like the sound of that. Once in power my followers and I would have an easier time transitioning the government to our dynastic reign. You and me Hermione. We would rule Britain. We could change things. You would be a queen. Dripping in all the trappings of wealth like you deserve. Of course, for our dynasty to succeed we will need children. Elections aren't for another 2 and a half years. That gives me time to get all my people in place. I would need to work at the ministry for a couple years in order for people to trust that I can do the job and know what I am talking about. You support this plan?" Tom asks.

"You would use your position as Minister For Magic to take over the government? I do quite like fancy things. Children, I think it's too early in our relationship to be thinking about children. We have only been dating for a couple weeks."

"You are surprised. I thought it would be obvious to you by now that I am ambitious. The heir of Salazar Slytherin has to succeed. By the way I was wondering... I know this is rather random, but I was wondering whether the next time I... dine on your juices you'd like me to use Parseltongue? I remember you mentioning that Harry used it on you sometimes. As much as I would love to see you every day at work darling, I think healing would be a better fit for you. It scratches that self-righteous itch you have. Always on the side of good aren't you love? It's a wonder you are dating me. I am such a bad influence on you and you love it. I do expect that once I become supreme ruler of wizarding Britain that you will help me make decisions. That will be after the coup of course. You can still be a healer though. I'd love to see you in your cute little healer robes. My Hermione, saving the world one patient at a time." Tom says.

Hermione rolls her eyes at his comment. She takes a bite of her sandwich. She thinks for a moment before she speaks. She considers her words carefully. He seems to have taken her idea of minister for magic and twisted it. She should have expected nothing less. Maybe if he gained power the legal way, maybe he wouldn't turn into Voldemort? Maybe it would be ok? Tom's Parseltongue would be legendary. He was better at it than Harry. As long as he kept his followers in line maybe everything would turn out ok? His lust for power was evident. Healer Hermione Granger. She quite liked the sound of that. At that moment Hermione decided that yes, she would sit for the college entrance exams. Going to school would mean that she would see Tom less but he seemed supportive of her decision.

"You support my decision to sit for the entrance exams?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I do. Education is important. I am surprised you weren't in Ravenclaw with how clever you are. If your memories are any indication you tend be rather courageous in the face of danger. I admire that fire in you. I fully support you going back to school. I do expect you to come home after classes though. I won't give up seeing you. I expect you to get good marks. I don't want you slacking. If I catch you slacking, there will be punishments. Of course, you are entitled to days off every now and then." Tom says.

At the mention of the word punishments Tom's eyes shine in amusement. Hermione took a sip of her pumpkin juice as Tom finally started eating.

"When are the entrance exams? Is the course for two years or four to be a healer?" Tom asks.

"It's two years to be a healer. Then after the two years you go into an internship at St. Mungos. I did a bit of research into things before bringing it up with you. The next available time for the entrance exams is October 12. It's two years straight of school. No summer vacations. Term starts January first if you can believe it. Rather odd time to start school. It goes from January 1st, 1946, to December 31st, 1948. We would get holidays off of course. Arabella told me the course is quite rigorous. Her sister tried to become a healer but the workload was so intense she had a nervous breakdown and never finished. You are a bad influence on me, and yes, I do love it. I love how possessive you are. Those punishments you speak of, what kind of punishments are we talking about?" Hermione says.

"Spankings of course. Although it really isn't a punishment. More like a funishment. Of course, I can always spank you as a reward too. I know how much you love impact play." Tom says.

Hermione and Tom finish eating. Tom takes Hermione into the bedroom and pulls out a box.

"This is for you. It's the surprise I mentioned. I've been thinking. I think we should come up with a list of all the things we want and don't want to do sexually. It could help me when I plan out our sessions." Tom says.

Hermione opens the box. Inside the box is a golden dress. It shimmers in the light. Hermione pulls out the dress. It is a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

"Gryffindor gold. Just for you." Tom says.

"Oh Tom. its beautiful. I'll put it on right now. As to that list I think that's a great idea. When are you going to start at the ministry of magic?" Hermione asks.

"I was thinking of applying in January. Borgin and Burkes doesn't take up much of my time. I plan on bringing a lot of ministry work home with me so I can spend time with you. You can work on schoolwork while I work on legislation. I expect that when we rise to power you will have time to help me as well as be a healer." Tom said.

"I could go part time as a healer. I still want to be able to spend time with you." Hermione said.

Hermione slipped off her clothes and slipped on the dress. It conformed to her curves beautifully. It even had pockets. She hugged Tom in a tight embrace. She smiled and thanked him.

"Anything to see you smile. I love your smile." Tom said.

Hermione beamed at him. Tom slipped off his casual clothes and slipped on a more dashing outfit. A grey suit with a green tie. He had to represent Slytherin somehow.

A few hours passed. Tom led Hermione to the living room. He opened the door. Guests would be arriving soon. Slowly people trickled in. Arabella and Abraxas came with a few presents. Arabella set the presents on the ever-growing pile of presents. Lestrange and Avery apparated inside with bottles of fire whisky. They uncorked the bottles and poured a round of drinks for everyone present. Hermione sighed. She wished her parents were here. She wished Harry and Ron were here. She had spent most of her birthdays with Harry and Ron and the other Weasley's. Luna would probably have mentioned how her head was filled with wrackspurts. In all the festivities Hermione felt suddenly very alone. Her birthday was supposed to be a time of joy. And instead, she was thinking about the people she didn't save. If she had tried harder, fought more fiercely, she lost them all. On top of that she was conflicted about what to do about Tom. He seemed hell bent on becoming Minister for Magic. Now that she had suggested it his ambition seemed to no end. She had to save him from himself. She had to stop him from becoming Voldemort. She couldn't lose him. Not now. Not after seeing the kindness that lay in his heart. She should tell Dumbledore. He could stop Tom. Did she really want to stop him though? His charm, his charisma, he was a natural leader. It was a constant battle with herself. She couldn't betray Tom like that. But if she saved him from himself, was it really betraying him? Hermione took a shot of firewhisky. It had been almost an hour of constant noise and conversations. She couldn't hear herself think. She slipped out of party and headed to the backyard. She took a stroll around the grounds of the estate. She breathed a sigh of relief. She thought she would be ecstatic to have a party but instead she felt resigned. Resigned to the fact that her friends and family were not even shadows. They were echos. The echos only existed in her memories. She should have brought a coat as it was a bit chilly out. Arabella stood in the doorway. She was wearing a green party dress. The color brought out her skin tone beautifully.

"Everything alright Hermione? What are you doing out here? It's rather cold." Arabella said.

Hermione sighed and walked towards Arabella. A close friend and confidant should she tell Arabella the truth? Tom knew everything so there was no worry about him finding out. Hermione took a sip of her drink.

"I was just thinking and reflecting about my past birthdays. I used to spend them with my parents and my friends. Things are so different now. This isn't how I imagined spending my 19th birthday." Hermione said.

"How did you imagine it? Something is bothering you Hermione. I can tell. Spill the details. Is everything alright?" Arabella asked.

"Arabella if I told you a secret would you be able to keep it? Tom is the only one who knows the truth." Hermione said.

"I'm not the best at keeping secrets but I can try. If it's super important to you then I won't tell anyone. You can count on me." Arabella said.

Hermione swished her drink around in her glass and downed the rest of it. She was going to get drunk. It was decided. She couldn't take the weight of her failures. Arabella set down the wine glass and strode closer to Hermione.

"You are probably going to want to sit down for this. It's going to be quite a shock." Hermione said.

Arabella sat down in one of the armchairs that were pushed against the wall. Hermione sat down next to her. She grabbed Arabella's hand and squeezed it. Hermione took a deep breath. She wouldn't tell her everything, but she could at least let her know some things.

"I am from the future. I am from the year 1998."

Arabella was silent. Hermione had expected her to say something but she remained as still as stone.

"My parents and my friends are all gone. I tried to save them. I lost everyone. The only people I am close to now are Tom and you. I miss them desperately. You know Tom made me a pensieve scrapbook? He stitched my memories together. It was one of the greatest gifts I have ever received. If I seem a little down tonight it's just because I am thinking about my friends. My dead friends." Hermione said.

Arabella pulled Hermione into an embrace. They hugged for almost ten minutes. Tom opened the back door and stood in the doorway. He stood lazily with one arm on the doorframe. He noticed the mood shift.

"I wanted to come find you. Why did you disappear? It's almost time for cake. After cake you are opening your presents. Is everything all right? Did I interrupt something?" Tom asked.

Hermione and Arabella looked at each other. An understanding passed between them. Arabella knew. Now she knew about Hermione's loss. The shame she felt. If Tom hadn't interrupted they could have continued their conversation. Hermione walked up to Tom and grabbed his drink and downed it in one go. Arabella stood up and the three of them headed back into the party. Tom put his hand on the middle of Hermione's back as she walked. He pulled her close to himself.

"Is everything alright darling? You seem to be in a sour mood. Can I help in any way?" Tom asked.

Hermione walked to the area where the drinks were all being poured. Lestrange and Avery were already shitfaced. She would soon be joining them in their stupor. She poured herself a spiked butterbeer. Hermione ignored Tom's comment and chugged the glass. It was warm and comforting. It reminded her of Hogwarts. It reminded her of her first time trying butterbeer. It reminded her of Harry and Ron. In a way she was glad for Voldemort. It was because of Voldemort's troll that her and Harry and Ron even became friends in the first place. She poured herself another spiked butterbeer. She held the glass in her hands. She cupped the glass with her fingers and tried desperately to hold onto the memories that came up whenever she drank butterbeer. It was smooth and frothy. The foam was visible in the glass. Tom looked concerned but said nothing. Abraxas came in carrying a cake. it had numerous amounts of candles on it that were all lit. Hermione felt her face go hot. All eyes became glued to her.

"A toast. To my beloved. Another year older. Another year wiser. How about we sing her happy birthday everyone. Get ready. 3 2 1 and sing." Tom said.

The entire room erupted into a rendition of Happy Birthday. She could make out Abraxas's baritone and Arabella's soprano. She was surprised at how good of a singer Tom was. That was a talent she didn't know he possessed. Tom held a drink in one hand and he pulled Hermione towards him with his other hand. She hated how everyone was looking at her. It felt awful and embarrassing. Yet, it was also enjoyable. Hearing Avery and Lestrange's drunken slurring was downright hilarious. Abraxas used wingardium leviosa on the cake. It floated up to Hermione. She took a big breath. What was she going to wish for? I wish.. I wish I could have my friends back in some way. I wish I could stop Tom from becoming Voldemort. I wish I could be happy. These three wished reverberated inside Hermione's brain while she was blowing out the candles. A charmed knife appeared and started cutting sections of the cake into pieces. Tom kissed Hermione on the cheek.

"You know I love older women." Tom teased.

"Shut the fuck up you prick." Hermione replied half serious. She swatted Tom with one hand.

"You know you love it. My queen." Tom whispered into her ear.

The alcohol was starting to affect her judgement. He looked so damn good in that suit and tie. Ideas were beginning to form in Hermione's brain. Tom noticed the way Hermione was looking at him. Her grip on him tightened. Everyone at the party was looking. Tom licked his lips and smoothed his hair. He had never seen Hermione drunk before. He had to know where her head was at before he pursued his wanton thoughts.

"Hermione how many drinks have you had tonight?" Tom asked.

"I don't know 4 maybe. Why?"

"Out of 10 how drunk are you?" Tom asked.

"Around a 4. I can still consent if that's what you are wondering. By the end of the night though I plan to be utterly and completely sauced." Hermione said.

"I'd better do this while you still have your wits about you. Follow me." Tom said.

Tom led her into the kitchen. A long dining room table was set up. There were plates and cutlery all lined up. Nobody was nearby. Tom pressed Hermione into the wall. He placed his hands on her hips and rested his forehead against hers. He kissed her forehead and then her cheeks.

"What about the cake? I want a piece."

"We can go have cake in a minute. I saw the way you were looking at me. You love my roguish handsomeness. My charm, my good looks. You can't resist me." Tom said.

Hermione stood with her mouth agape. Tom pushed her hair behind her ears. He started whispering all the sinful things he was thinking. Hermione felt herself flush. Tom smiled a dazzling smile. It was radiant. He grabbed her throat with one of his hands. Tom's hands were becoming Hermione's favorite necklace. Tom saw Hermione's eyes close. She breathed in deeply. His scent was having an effect on her. Cinnamon and cologne. All thoughts of anything but each other flew out the window. Time seemed to stop.

"Such a good girl for me. Only for me. Now tell me love, who do you belong to?" Tom asked.

Tom smirked at her. He could see her cheeks beginning to turn pink. He knew he was having an effect on her. He pressed his face close to Hermione's ear.

"I... I... I belong to you."

"I belong to you what." Tom asked.

"I belong to you Sir." Hermione said.

"Such an angel aren't you darling. My perfect little slut. My perfect little pet. You want to be obedient don't you darling? I always reward obedience." Tom says.

"I am always obedient. Well, most of the time. Besides you love when I'm a brat." Hermione said.

"Do you want me to reward you? Have you been a good girl? Tell me Hermione do you think you deserve a kiss from your Sir?" Tom asks.

Tom notices Hermione's chest start to heave. She opens her eyes and her pupils are blown wide with desire. Hermione grabs Toms tie. Two could play at this game. She pulled Tom in close their lips were almost touching. Tom sighed. He quickly turned the tables on her.

"Do you want me to kiss you Hermione. Ask nicely. If you ask nicely I'll give you what you want." Tom says.

"You really think I would give in so easily. Tom, you should know me better by now."

"You will be obedient." Tom says.

"Yes Sir." Hermione says.

Tom grabbed Hermione's chin with one of his hands. He made it so they were making direct eye contact. She couldn't look away. She was bewitched by his beauty. Power and control radiated off of him in waves. He stared down at her. In that moment a burst of affection for Hermione bloomed in his chest. She was being feisty, but she was still a good girl. His good girl. Fuck he wanted to kiss her so bad. It was absolute torture denying himself what he needed.

"I want to hear you beg." Tom said.

Tom's eyes glinted mischievously. Brown eyes met green. Tom felt his heartbeat pick up. Having her so close and not claiming her pretty mouth was absolutely killing him. Hermione stuck out her chin defiantly. Her eyes blazed. She couldn't resist him. His smooth silky voice entranced her. It compelled her to obey.

"Please kiss me Tom. Please kiss me Sir. I want you to kiss me. Kiss me now. Kiss me hard." Hermione begged.

Tom slammed his mouth onto Hermione's. Any thought but that of Hermione was gone from Tom's mind. The party didn't exist. His followers didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was holding onto Hermione for dear life. He felt Hermione weave her fingers into his hair. She pulled on his hair to urge him to deepen the kiss. Tom stuck his tongue out and Hermione's tongue met his. Their tongues danced together like a waltz. Tom made sure one of his hands was gripping her throat. He heard her moan. Her breathing had hitched. He pressed her further into the wall and pressed himself into her body. His body was starting to have a reaction to their activities. Tom held Hermione in his arms and kissed her harder. He could hear her breathing. She smelled like apples and summer rain. Tom pulled away first. Hermione's eyes fluttered open.

"You are one of the most passionate kissers I have ever met." Hermione said.

Her lips were red, and her lipstick was smudged. He felt giddy. He felt like a schoolboy with his first crush. He rested his head on top of hers and breathed in her smell. He kissed the top of her head. He loved snogging her. He loved kissing her. He loved her skin and her smile and her chocolate brown eyes. She was like a dream,

"We should probably get some cake before it's all gone." Hermione said.

Tom kissed Hermione again and slid his hand into hers. He dragged her back out to the living room. The cake was already half eaten. How long had they been snogging? Time never mattered when he was kissing Hermione. Hermione took a middle piece. and Tom also took a piece of cake.

"I really like the middle pieces the best. The corners aren't as good." Hermione said.

"I'll remember that." Tom said.

They sat together in silence eating their cake. Tom heard other people talking but it all sounded like background noise to him. He felt over the moon. He cast a levitation spell on the cake and put one of his arms around Hermione. Hermione smiled. Tom was taking her mind off her friends. She missed them so dearly. Tom started telling jokes that made Hermione roll her eyes. He always knew how to be annoying in the best way. The cake was sweet and chocolaty. Lestrange walked over holding two glasses of spiked butterbeer. He handed one of the glasses to Hermione.

"Who knew muggleborns knew how to party. Having a good time Hermione?" Lestrange asked.

Tom sat back and watched Hermione. She took a gulp from the glass. She chugged the whole thing.

"How about another round? You want to take some firewhisky shots?" Hermione asked.

Lestrange smiled and took a sip from his mug. Lestrange was very drunk. His words were slurred, and his tie was undone. Tom raised an eyebrow at Lestrange's' behavior. Avery walked over and levitated behind him were a numerous amount of shot glasses. The glasses fell to the table. They each took a shot glass. Well, everyone except for Tom.

"Cmon Tom. Take a shot. It will help you loosen up a little." Lestrange said.

Tom looked around the room and he noticed everybody had an alcoholic drink in their hand. Everyone except him. He wasn't one for drinking. Not when it clouded his judgement. He had to be sane. He had to always remain in control. Drinking led to loss of control, and he feared that above almost anything. Tom took a shot in his hand. He sniffed the drink. It smelled strong. Hermione could tell Tom was hesitant.

"One drink couldn't hurt I suppose. But one shot and one spiked butterbeer and that's it. I am not one to go gallivanting about crazy like you too loons." Tom said.

"Yay. I swear seeing Tom drunk is something I would pay to see." Hermione said.

Tom scoffed and downed the shot. It burned his throat as it went down. The flavor was unique. Hermione had had 6 drinks by this point and was finally getting as drunk as she wanted to be. Hermione stood up. She wobbled a bit as she tried to stand. Tom stood up and placed the empty shot glass back on the table.

"I need to go to the loo." Hermione said.

Hermione tried to walk but she was too wobbly. She almost fell over. Tom looped his arm around Hermione. Hermione leaned into Tom. He helped her navigate through the crowded room. They were standing just outside the bathroom. As Tom opened the bathroom door Arabella and Abraxas were snogging oblivious to them being watched. Tom cleared his throat. Abraxas and Arabella stopped kissing. They looked shocked at being discovered.

"Hermione needs to use the bathroom. Do you mind?" Tom asked.

Arabella and Abraxas walked off into the party. Tom left the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Avery brought over a spiked butterbeer and handed it to Tom. Tom took the drink in his hand.

"Where's the birthday girl?" Avery asked.

"Bathroom" Tom replied.

Tom and Avery talked for a little until Hermione came out of the bathroom. Tom led Hermione over to where the presents were. There had to be at least 25 presents.

"20 of those presents are from me. Giving gifts is how I show affection. One of the ways at least. I hope you like them. None of them are quite as meaningful as the pensieve scrapbook though. Some are rather frivolous I'll admit. One more thing. Close your eyes." Tom says.

"This better not be a prank, Tom." Hermione said.

"Me, prank you. Never. I'll be right back." Tom jests.

Hermione could hear his footsteps receding. Hermione could hear Arabella chatting to Abraxas about Witch Weekly. Avery and Lestrange were whispering about something. Whatever it was Hermione couldn't hear it. Soon Tom's footsteps could be heard again. The jingling of metal could be heard. Hermione wondered what it was. Tom set down the cage and opened it with a flick of his wand. Tom stuck his arm out as a post. Snowball flew onto Tom's arm. The crowd of people in the room gasped with delight.

"Open your eyes love." Tom said.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes. Sitting on Toms arm was a fluffy snowy owl. It looked just like Hedwig. Except it had a few specks of gray on its feathers. She felt a lump in her throat. Hedwig. She hadn't thought about Hedwig in a long time. Hedwig was always the loyalist owl. She always had an attitude and could be kind of snooty at times, but she had loved Hedwig like she was her own Owl. She was beautiful. Tom beamed with pride. The expression on Hermione's face was priceless. Hermione threw her arms around Tom's shoulders and hugged him tight. She hugged him and squeezed him tight until her arms ached.

"Now you have a way of sending me messages while you are at school. Now you won't be able to ignore me." Tom said half-jokingly.

"We don't know if I will even be accepted into a program yet. You got me an owl! My very own Owl. She looks just like Hedwig. Hedwig was Harry's owl." Hermione said.

Tom was petting the bird softly. Her feathers were soft and felt good in his hands. She was a magnificent creature. Now even when they were apart they could still communicate. Tom hummed to himself. He was content. Hermione placed her hand on top of Tom's. The feeling of his skin sent shockwaves through Hermione's body. Hermione scratched underneath the owl's beak.

"Is it a boy or a girl? How old are they? What's its name?" Hermione asked happily.

"She's a girl. Her name is Snowball. She is a year old. As of today actually. She and you share the same birthday." Tom said.

Hermione's face transformed into pure joy. Tom could feel the joy radiating off of her. She petted the owl and cooed at it.

"I love her Tom. Thank you." Hermione said.

"I'm going to get something for her to eat. Be right back. Wait for me. Don't open any presents till I get back. See you soon doll." Tom said.

Hermione chatted happily with Arabella about her new bird. An owl. She had her very own owl. Tom walked away carrying Snowball. He conjured up a rat for her to eat. Snowball gobbled the rat happily. He petted her head and cooed softly to her.

"You are going to be a very useful pet. Thank you for making my Hermione so happy." Tom said.

Tom chatted away to the owl. He felt a little ridiculous talking to an animal like it could understand him. He left her in the cage with the door open. She was preening her feathers when he rejoined the party.

"That didn't take long." Hermione said.

Hermione reached for a present at the top of the pile. She pulled out a present. Arabella straightened up.

"That's one of my presents" Arabella said.

Hermione tore into the wrapping paper and out slipped a very familiar book. It was Hogwarts A History. She had lost her copy during the war. It came with a card.

"Dearest Hermione, I hope you like this limited edition copy of Hogwarts A History. I am anxious to continue our discussion about this book. Love always, Arabella."

Hermione turned to Arabella and hugged her tight.

"I had lost my copy. Now I can refresh my memory. Thank you so much." Hermione said.

Hermione eyed a small package and turned her attention towards it. What could that be? It was so small and slim. Tom started smiling. He knew every present that he had bought her. He worried whether she would like her gifts. How could she not like them if they were bought by him? He reassured himself.

"I'll open this one next." Hermione said.

Hermione opened the slim package. A bottle of ink and a personalized quill. It even had her name on it. Now she could take notes at school in style.

"Let me see." Arabella said.

Hermione held up the quill so all of her guests could see her name etched into the quill.

"They must have charmed the name into the feathers. Fascinating bit of magic." Hermione said.

"You think all magic is fascinating" Tom teased.

"You are quite right." Hermione agreed.

Hermione set aside the quill and the ink and reached for another present. It was small and boxy shaped. Hermione tore open the wrapping paper. It was a bottle of perfume. Hermione opened the top and took a big whiff of the scent. It wasn't perfume it was cologne. It was Tom's cologne. Hermione closed her eyes and kept smelling the intoxicating scent. She shivered. Tom walked towards her and sat on the ground next to her.

"I thought you'd like to have my scent with you when we are away from each other. I know how calming my smell is for you. It could help with your panic attacks and PTSD. Scents are powerful." Tom said.

Tom placed a quick peck on Hermione's cheek. He did this in front of everyone including his followers. He wouldn't hide his affection for her anymore. No matter who was around he would show her how much he treasured her. He loved seeing her this happy. It brought a smile to his face. He didn't normally smile. With Hermione around However he couldn't seem to stop smiling. Hermione reached for another gift. She tore the wrapping paper with gusto. It was a book. The title said Caring for Your Owl: A Beginners' Guide. The name on the front said Helga Tottledge.

"You knew Tom would be getting me an owl?" Hermione asked.

"I did. It was a surprise. You were surprised. Now you can care for your owl without fear of messing something up. Helga is a world-renowned owl expert. She studies them. Owls have a propensity towards magic. It's why they make such good mail carriers. They just know where to go without being told." Abraxas said.

Hermione flipped through the book and then set the book aside. It would make caring for Snowball much easier. Hermione reached for another present. It was square and book shaped. Contraception Potions and You by Yaxley Xandorf. Hermione blushed at the insinuation. Tom eyed the book suspiciously.

"Who got Hermione this book?" Tom asked.

"I did. I figured that you and Hermione would eventually have sex, so I figured better to be safe than sorry. They only briefly talk about contraception in school. I thought an in-depth guide would benefit the both of you. It could help avoid unwanted pregnancies." Lestrange said.

Arabella let out a light laugh. Tom narrowed his eyes and sighed. Lestrange was right of course, but it was still rather awkward to Tom. His followers knowing he is having sex. Tom couldn't tell how he felt about it. Hermione picked up the book and rifled through its pages.

"This does seem to go rather in depth. Thank you Lestrange. This could come in handy. Tom, I think we should read this together." Hermione said.

Tom nodded his head and grunted a response. He felt a little awkward. Hermione grabbed another present from the pile. She opened the box. In the box were a pair of gloves. Tom smiled. Hermione put the gloves on. They were fur lined gloves. They felt perfectly comfortable. This was a very useful gift.

"They are charmed to remain warm despite the temperature outside." Tom said.

Tom wrapped an arm around Hermione as she took off the gloves. He kissed her temples and held Hermione close. Tom was starting to get agitated. Everyone was looking at her. At His Hermione. Hermione noticed his clenched jaw and took him aside into a corner away from the crowd.

"Is everything alright Tom? You seem to be growing agitated. Is there anything I can do to help?" Hermione asked.

Tom sighed and wrapped his arms around her. He breathed in her scent. Apples and summer rain. Smelling her scent was having a calming effect on Tom. Tom kissed Hermione it was rough and needy. He needed to be the one in control. He needed to know she was his. That everyone else out in the crowd didn't matter as much as he did. Tom placed his hands on Hermione's hips and deepened the kiss. As he pulled away a line of saliva fell from both their mouths. He kissed her forehead and rested his head on top of hers. Safe and his. He needed that reassurance.

"I need you to tell me that you are mine. That you belong to me. I need... I need to hold you close right now. I am just jealous of all the attention you are giving everyone else." Tom admitted.

"I am yours. I am utterly and completely yours Sir. Don't ever doubt that. I care for you deeply." Hermione said.

Tom hummed in contentment at her words. He held her close for a few minutes. Eventually his jaw unclenched, and he felt himself relax. There was no reason to be jealous. Hermione was his. She had said so herself. He held her face with one hand. He stared deeply into her chocolate brown eyes. He loved her eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Tom kissed Hermione again, this time it was a soft kiss. He held her face with one hand and her waist with another. Tom sighed in contentment. He was alright now. She was his. He had heard her say it out loud.

"You are mine. Never forget that." Tom whispered into Hermione's ear.

"I know. I'm yours." Hermione replied.

Tom gripped her neck in a display of dominance. He felt Hermione relax into his touch. She closed her eyes and her breathing picked up. Whenever he placed his hands on her neck he knew it was a weakness of hers. He felt powerful. She was submitting to him with his followers close by. It was rather exciting.

"Who do you belong to love? Who owns you?" Tom asked.

"You. I belong to you Sir." Hermione said.

"Such a good girl for me." Tom replied.

Tom felt all the agitation fly away. He kissed her hungrily. Hermione wrapped her arms around Tom's shoulders and pulled him in even closer.

"I'm sorry. I was just feeling insecure. I needed reassurance from you. I was jealous." Tom admitted.

Hermione made eye contact with him. His green eyes were enchanting. They were dark like storm clouds. She placed a hand on his cheek. They stood embracing like that for a few minutes. It was only once Hermione could see his breathing had returned to normal that they went back to opening presents. Hermione picked out a bag. It had gold lettering on it. It read: Ramona Thornby's Makeup Line. Ramona Thornby was a famous witch. She was the witch who invented concealing charms. Hermione had used some of the concealment charms on her pimples in her 4th year for the yule ball. Hermione reached into the bag and pulled out foundation, mascara, lipstick, eyeliner and a bunch of other beauty products. They even had face masks. Luna and Ginny and her had spent many nights during 5th year wearing face masks and debating topics that were wrote about in the Quibbler.

"Tom, I need to see you in a face mask. They are mud masks. They are great for your skin. They are infused with skin enhancing spells." Hermione said.

"Absolutely not. Face masks are for girls." Tom replied.

Hermione gave him puppy dog eyes. Tom sighed and gave in. The puppy dog eyes always worked on him.

"Alright, fine, we can do the face masks." Tom said.

"Thank you for the makeup, Arabella. My makeup was running low. You even got my favorite shade of red lipstick. You know me too well. Ramona Thornby, her line is rather expensive, isn't it? You didn't need to go for brand name things." Hermione said.

"Nonsense, you deserve the best things Hermione. It was no trouble really. The mascara even has an anti-clumping charm." Arabella said.

The next gift Hermione pulled out was huge. It was a huge box with red wrapping paper. There was a card on this one.

"Dearest Hermione, I know you have been looking at Potion equipment the past month so I decided to buy you a potion kit. Now you can brew whatever you want. I hope you find it useful. Love, Tom." Hermione read aloud.

Hermione ripped open the packaging and a huge pewter cauldron came into view.

"Look inside the cauldron." Tom said.

Hermione opened the cauldron and gasped. There was an assortment of potion ingredients. It was all pretty standard stuff. There were a few uncommon ingredients like vampire fangs but overall, it was a pretty standard starter kit. It reminded her of when she went shopping with her parents before first year. Mum. Dad. Gone. Hermione pushed the cauldron away and moved onto the next present. She tried to push away the feelings that were beginning to engulf her. It was her birthday party she was supposed to be happy. She felt her eyes begin to sting. She ripped open the next package. It was a bunch of rare potion ingredients. Occamy eggshell, dragon claws, murtlap tentacle, there was even acromantula venom. There were erumpent tails, dragon blood, fairy wings, and venomous tentacula leaves. Hermione clapped her hands to her mouth these ingredients were some of the most expensive in all the wizarding world.

"Where on earth did you get all of these ingredients? You even have unicorn horn shavings? Do you know how expensive this stuff is? Acromantula venom alone is worth 200 galleons. Thank you, Abraxas. Truly. This is top shelf A grade ingredients. I can't thank you enough." Hermione said.

"Tom told me he was getting you a cauldron and that you would need ingredients. I trust these will suffice?" Abraxas asked.

"They do more than suffice. Some of this stuff is really rare. Thank you. Thank you so much." Hermione said.

Tom looked over towards Abraxas. Arabella and Abraxas were holding hands. Tom and Abraxas made eye contact. Tom nodded in acknowledgment and respect towards Abraxas. Abraxas's gift had made Hermione happy. He would have to thank him somehow at a later date. Hermione moved on and opened a card.

"Thank you, Abraxas. You really outdid yourself. I am quite pleased with your gift." Tom said.

Hermione scoffed.

"It's my gift. For my birthday." Hermione stated.

"Of course, love. Of course." Tom said.

Abraxas smiled. Tom noticed Abraxas puff his chest out with pride. Tom didn't' give compliments often but when he did, they were extremely meaningful.

"Dearest Hermione, I know how much of a bookworm you are. Take this gift card to Flourish and Blotts and buy any book you want on me. Love Tom." Hermione said.

"You got me a gift card to a bookstore. Do you know how dangerous that is? I will be in there for days trying to find the right book. Thank you, Tom." Hermione said.

"You are my little bookworm. I had hoped that way you could pick out some books to read for fun. You devour books. I wanted to see joy in your eyes." Tom said.

Tom scooted closer to Hermione and kissed her cheek. He pressed his forehead to hers. They both sighed in contentment. Eventually Hermione pulled away from Tom and started opening another gift. This one was a small box. Inside the box was two earrings. Hermione picked them up and put them in her ears.

"How do they look?" Hermione asked.

"You look dashing dear." Tom said.

"Oh, look Hermione they are changing colors." Arabella said.

"They are charmed to color coordinate with your outfit. I thought you would appreciate it. It's rather frivolous I know." Tom said.

Hermione reached for another gift. It was a book of some kind Hermione thought. Hermione tore open the book and read the title. Occlumency and You by Albert Hodges. It was a relatively thick book.

"I have been meaning to help you with your occlumency. Once I run for minister for magic, I will have enemies and I need you to be able to keep my secrets secret. We can start having practice sessions next week. I won't go easy on you.

"I know a bit about Occlumency but not as much as you. I suppose learning more about the theories behind it would help with the application of it. We can start next Wednesday." Hermione said.

Hermione saw a big box and made a grab for it. Tom had every piece of clothing custom made for Hermione's measurements. She pulled out an ocean blue dress. It came with black tights and matching blue heels. Hermione marveled at the beautiful color. Hermione slipped on the heels and walked around for a bit. She never used to wear heels before coming to the 1940s, or rather she only wore them on special occasions. Now she seemed to wear them all the time.

Hermione slipped off the shoes and set the dress aside.

"The craftsmanship of this dress is superb. The heels fit beautifully. Thank you, my love." Hermione said.

"I expect a fashion show once everybody leaves. I bought you plenty of pretty things and I want to see them on you. Seeing them off of you would be preferable of course." Tom joked.

"You expect me to do a fashion show? You bought me even more clothes? Of course, you would say something like that. You boor." Hermione laughed.

Hermione pulled out bag. Inside the bag was a magazine. It was Witch Weekly. Hermione was stunned. Only Arabella knew of her fondness for these gossip magazines. It was a guilty pleasure. One she didn't like admitting she had.

"Arabella, what is this?" Hermione asked.

"It's a yearly subscription to Witch Weekly. Intellectual conversation is all well and good, but I know you secretly love these magazines. Especially when they give tips for pleasuring your wizard. They have a section all about sex. You should take a look at it. Just last night Abraxas and I -"

"Arabella, there is no need to tell the entire party about our bedroom escapades, least of all in front of Tom." Abraxas said.

"Oh no Abraxas, let Arabella finish. I'd like to hear what she has to say." Tom said.

Abraxas gulped and stared at the floor. Tom was staring intently at Arabella waiting for her to finish her sentence. Hermione noticed Tom's fingers twitching so she placed her hands on top of his. Tom breathed in deeply.

"We tried the instant orgasm spell. It worked like a charm. Excuse the pun." Arabella said.

Tom's eyebrows rose in interest. Instant orgasm spell. That was sure to come in handy. Hermione noticed Tom's expression and rolled her eyes. She could already see the gears turning in his head. She knew where this was headed.

"What's the spell? For educational purposes only of course." Tom said.

"Educational purposes my ass. I know you are going to use it on each other at least be man enough to admit it. For a woman to orgasm its Clitoris Orgasmus. For a man to orgasm its Phallus orgasmus. It has saved Abraxas and I when we didn't' have time for long sessions. Guaranteed orgasm." Arabella said.

Abraxas continued looking at the floor. Tom let out a laugh. He could tell Abraxas was uncomfortable. Tom filed away that spell for later use. Maybe he could use it on Hermione in a public place. The thought of Hermione flushed and red faced and orgasming in a crowd of people made Tom ache. His eyes locked onto Hermione's form. Tom licked his lips and grabbed a specific package. He knew what this one entailed. He started to feel his blood rush south. Hermione looked at the package that Tom had handed her. Before Hermione could even open the package Tom spoke.

"I want you wearing this present for the rest of the night. Is that clear?" Tom said.

"I don't even know what it is yet." Hermione said.

As Hermione unwrapped the present she saw the Hogwarts insignia. These were Tom's old robes. His pants were here too. Hermione held the cloth up to her face and inhaled. His scent wafted on the air around the clothing. Hermione sighed. Seeing her so enamored with his scent was having an effect on Tom.

"Go to the bathroom and put my clothes on. Now. That is an order. Be obedient for me would you doll?" Tom said.

Hermione took the package in her hands and shuffled off towards the bathroom. Hermione closed the door behind her. She slipped off the golden dress and matching heels. She stood naked about to put on her boyfriend's clothing. Hermione put on his button-down shirt. The shirt hit her thighs. She slid on his robes. His scent engulfed her. She stood next to the mirror admiring how she looked in Tom's clothing. Hermione conjured a wristband to put her hair up. She was just about to put on the pants when she heard a knock at the door.

"Can I come in Love?" Tom asked.

"Yes, come on in Tom." Hermione said.

Tom quickly opened the door and quickly closed it again. He looked absolutely ravenous. He ached for her. He walked up to where Hermione was standing admiring herself in the full-length mirror. The floor to the bathroom was cold on her feet. Tom reached around and grabbed Hermione's throat and pulled her against his body. He pressed himself into her. He heard her breathing hitch. She felt his breath on the back of her neck.

" You always look beautiful. I don't know how I will be able to keep my hands off of you the rest of the night." Tom said.

"You'll live. As enticing as I may be I'm too drunk to do anything sexual." Hermione slurred.

"I've never seen you this drunk before. It's rather amusing I must say. Do you need help putting my pants on? Did you want to put your hair up?" Tom said.

"Can I balance on you for a minute. I need to get these pants on." Hermione says.

Hermione leans on Tom for support. She puts one leg in and then the other. She runs her fingers through her hair. Her hair is in curls. Tom wordlessly conjures a hairbrush. He takes her hair in one hand and the hairbrush in the other. He drags the hairbrush through her hair. It glides smoothly through her curled hair. Tom takes the hairband from Hermione and ties up her hair in a messy bun. Tom zips up and buttons the pants Hermione is wearing. A few tendrils of hair are left out of the bun. They frame her face. Tom pulls her close and kisses her. He wraps his arms around her protectively.

"We should probably get back to the party." Hermione said.

"One more minute love, let me hold you darling." Tom said.

He kissed her softly and slowly and caressed her face. He placed his head on top of hers. He pressed their foreheads together and they breathed in each other.

"I love just holding you in my arms. I don't ever want to let you go. My darling. I care for you so deeply. You know that don't you? You know that I... that I care for you. Hermione I... I...I.. really care for you. I am utterly devoted to you. Taking care of you is my sole drive. I will always provide for you. I will always come for you. I will always protect you. I will protect you with everything I have." Tom said.

Hermione pulled Tom close and breathed in his scent. His masculine smell made Hermione whimper. Hermione took deep breaths of his smell. Tom laced his fingers into her hair. They stood embracing like that for a few minutes. They reveled in each other. They reveled in the other's smell. Eventually they exited from the bathroom. They were holding hands as they went back into the living room. They sat down on the floor still holding hands. Tom took one of Hermione's hands and kissed the back of it. He peppered little kisses on her fingertips. Hermione slowly pulled her hand away from Tom's and he smirked at her and admired her in his clothes. Seeing her wearing his clothes made Tom feel proud. He was displaying to everyone else in the room that she was his. By wearing his clothes, she was marked as his, nobody in the room would dispute the fact they were together. Hermione reached for another gift it was a big box. Hermione tore open the paper and opened the box. Inside the box was a beautiful red dress. Hermione held the fabric up and touched it. It was silky and soft. It was an extremely light fabric.

"The dress is made from Acromantula silk. It can shapeshift from a sleek cocktail dress into a voluminous ballgown. I need to see you wear it one of these days. Red is such a pretty color for your complexion." Arabella said.

"I think green is a better color on her but you are right that red does look nice. It brings out the blood in her cheeks. It is an extremely pretty color. Thank you, Arabella." Tom said.

"Sorry I didn't buy you more gifts. Tom didn't give me much notice as to when your birthday was." Arabella said.

"It's alright Arry. I appreciate the gifts you did give me." Hermione said.

Hermione grabbed another box. She tore the wrapping paper off. Inside the box were Gryffindor themed pajamas. They had a huge roaring lion on the front of the shirt. They looked warm and comfy.

"Where on earth did you get Gryffindor themed pajamas from? What are they made out of?" Hermione asked.

"As soon as you told me your birthday I had these pajamas custom made for you, My Gryffindor princess. They are made of fleece. I thought they would be good to wear if we went camping out in the wintertime. They are charmed to always be the perfect temperature. The lion even roars. Press his nose." Tom said.

Hermione pressed the nose of the lion on the shirt, and he let out a huge roar. Hermione smiled. Arabella walked up and pressed the nose of the lion. It roared again. Arabella pressed the nose quite a few times. Each time she pressed it the roar got fiercer.

"Alright Arabella I think you've played with Hermione's shirt enough." Tom said sounding annoyed.

Hermine reached for another present. Whatever it was it was thick. Hermione tore into the wrapping paper with gusto. Lisentia's Guide to Arithmancy Collegiate Edition was written in silver letters on the front of the book. Hermione squealed in delight.

"Arithmancy, you got me an Arithmancy textbook. Do you have any idea how exciting this is? As a healer we don't much use arithmancy but its fascinating all the same. Thank you dear. Thank you so much." Hermione said.

"I know arithmancy was your favorite subject in school. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy seeing the pure joy on your face." Tom said.

Hermione ran up to Tom and hugged him tight. She kissed him on the cheek. She started flipping through the pages of the book. She flipped to page one and started reading. 10 minutes went by before Tom had realized that Hermione was becoming engrossed in the arithmancy book. Tom pulled the book away from Hermione.

"I was reading that!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I know darling. You are at a party. You are too drunk to absorb any of the information you read right now anyway. Open up more of you presents would you dear?" Tom said.

Hermione crossed her arms but obliged and stumbled over to the dwindling stack of presents. Hermione pulled out another box. After opening the box Hermione marveled at the beauty of the dress in front of her. It reminded her of sunshine. If you could bottle sunshine that is what the dress radiated. It was smooth and cool. There were even matching yellow pumps that came with the dress.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think Tom had good fashion sense. Where are you finding all of these fashionable dresses?" Arabella teased.

"I am actually an impeccable dresser. When I look my best I think Hermione should look her best. What do you think of the color Hermione?" Tom said.

"The color is quite beautiful. Its very yellow and loud. The fabric seems very summer. It's light and breathable. I don't normally wear such loud colors." Hermione said.

"I got it because it reminded me of you. You are like sunshine. You are bright and beautiful. You never hesitate to state your opinion." Tom said.

Hermione got up and went back towards the dwindling pile of presents. She picked up a lighter rectangle and tore into the gift wrap. Charming Charms A List of Obscure Charms by Fidelous Fudge was written on the front of the book.

"I love learning new charms. I was a charms prodigy. I was able to be the first one in my year able to successfully use wingardium leviosa. I love all of the books you have got me so far. You really know me so well. I am honestly surprised at how good the gifts you have gotten me are. I was expecting things less personal if I am being honest." Hermione said.

"How many gifts are left? We must be getting close to the end by now?" Abraxas asked.

"Let's see, we have 10 more gifts left." Hermione said.

"You sure went all out Tom. You bought at least half of the presents." Abraxas said.

"Only the best for my Hermione." Tom said.

Hermione pulled out another box and opened it. Inside the box was a silver skirt with a green long sleeve shirt and tights. Hermione touched the fabric. Slytherin colors of course. Hermione rolled her eyes at Tom. Of course, he would want her in Slytherin colors. He is the heir of Slytherin, so temperamental, and so territorial.

"I love seeing you in Slytherin colors. As the heir of Salazar Slytherin, I want you in those colors as often as possible. I am staking my claim on you with those colors. You are mine love. Don't you forget it." Tom said.

"I know I'm yours. I haven't forgotten." Hermione said.

Hermione went back to the small pile of presents and took out a rather thick rectangular present. As she was unwrapping the present Tom perked up and scooted closer to her. He wanted to see her reaction. In green flowery letters it spelled out Healing Herbs, A Healer's Guide To Herbology by Miranda Goshawk. Hermione screamed. Tom's eyebrows rose in amusement. Not only was she drunk but also very affectionate.

"Tom oh my god! This is limited edition. You even got her signature. A signed book about healing. I am so lucky. Thank you sir. I don't know if this is required reading for my class, but it should help me with a healer's perspective on herbology." Hermione said.

Tom scooted even closer to Hermione. She turned around and hugged him. She kissed his cheek and then his lips. She kissed him over and over again. She was certainly being very affectionate tonight. She kept trying to speak but her words were slurred he couldn't understand her. Tom held her close for a few minutes. Hermione snuggled him close and burrowed her head into his shoulder. Tom pet Hermione's hair. She sighed contentedly. Her smell wafted over to Tom. Tom took a deep lungful of her smell. It made him feel dizzy.

"Are you two going to snog or are you going to continue opening presents?" Arabella asked.

"I quite like snogging Tom. Alright, Alright Let's keep opening presents. Can we have a round of shots first?" Hermione asked.

Tom's face grew quite stern. He looked at Hermione as she swayed side to side. She was already very drunk. Her words seemed to be garbled and somewhat unintelligible.

"I think you've had enough to drink tonight. You've already had 6 drinks. I think that's enough." Tom said.

Hermione's eyes narrowed. Who was he to tell her when to stop drinking? She knew her limit and she hadn't reached it yet. She had been drunker before.

"I think I want to keep drinking. You can't tell me what to do. I don't want to be obedient right now." Hermione slurred.

Hermione tried to stand up but she fell. Tom caught her in his arms. Tom tutted to her. He tried to gently lead her back down to the ground. Tom helped support her and keeping her upright.

"No more drinking tonight, Hermione. You've had enough. You're completely hammered." Tom said.

"You're going to stop me are you?" Hermione asks.

"Hermione. Please do as I ask. I am trying to keep you safe." Tom said.

"What if I don't want to be safe? Have you ever thought about that?" Hermione asked.

"Why do you always have to be so stubborn?" Tom asked.

Hermione spied an interesting present. It looked like a wrapped broomstick. Hermione opened the present and it was indeed a broomstick. On the side of the broomstick it said Tinderblast. Hermione had read Quidditch Through the Ages and recognized the make of the broomstick. It was made by a German company. Harry had loved quidditch and broomsticks. He was always trying to get her on one to ride. Harry. She missed him so much. She tried unsuccessfully to push the thoughts of Harry from her mind. The next present she opened was a wizard chess set. Ron. Ron loved wizard chess. Her parents, Harry, Ron, they were all gone. Hermione felt her eyes sting and her vision blur. Hermione covered her eyes with her hands and leaned into Tom's chest. She felt tears pricking her eyes. They were all gone. All of them. They only existed in her memories now. Hermione sobbed into Tom's chest.

"I'm sorry. I thought if I got drunk then these feelings would go away. Can we go somewhere private to talk?" Hermione admitted.

"Of course, we can darling. Hold onto me". Tom said.

Tom scooped up Hermione and led her to his bedroom. He set her down on the couch and threw his arm around her. Her lip wobbled. She was trying to keep these feelings in. She was trying to make sure nobody knew how heartbroken she was. It was her birthday. Her first birthday without her family and her friends.

"engorgio" Tom said.

The couch grew in size. Hermione climbed on top of Tom and buried her face into his chest. He could hear her sobs. He broke for her. Seeing her this sad. He wished he could take away her pain. If there was a way to get her friends back he would find it. It didn't matter if he had to search to the end of the universe. Seeing her cry made him want to cry. Tom petted Hermione's hair and comforted her. His clothes were getting wet from her tears.

"I just want my friends back. I want Harry back. I want Ron back. Luna, Neville, Ginny, my parents... they are all gone. All of them. Do you have any idea what losing those closest to you is like. You wouldn't understand. Nobody understands what I've lost." Hermione sobbed.

"Help me understand. Tell me what it's like. Tell me so I can help you." Tom said.

"It feels like loss. It feels like everybody I love is dead. It feels like an ache in my chest that won't go away. It's feeling grief at everything. Everything reminds me of who I've lost." Hermione said.

"I'm not dead Hermione. I'm right here." Tom said.

It was meant to be comforting but to Hermione it just felt like a slap to the face. He didn't understand. Arabella didn't understand. Hermione felt anger burn through her. She was angry at Voldemort. He took her friends from her. He killed Harry. Tom was looking at her sympathetically. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.

"Sometimes I wish you weren't so kind. I am so mad. I am so angry. I feel like I've lost everyone. But losing everyone I ever loved led me to you. The fucked-up thing is that I am glad I have you. You brighten up any room you walk into. Your smile brightens my day. When you hug me it makes me feel so safe. It's fucked up because I lost everyone because of your future self. Don't let go. Please don't let go." Hermione sobbed.

Tom brought Hermione's face close to his. He was staring intently into her eyes. Keep her safe. Keep her happy. Protect her at any cost. These were the vows he had sworn 3 months ago. He held Hermione as tight as he could.

"I will find a way to get you your friends back. I will find a way to stop your mudblood scar from reopening. I will always protect you Hermione. Always. I won't let go Hermione. I promise you I won't ever let go. You have me. You will always have me. Tell me what you are going through. Let me help you." Tom said.

Hermione sobbed into Tom's chest. The alcohol had made her extremely emotional. Tom cooed and tutted at her soothingly. Snowball hooted in her cage. Snowball flew over to where Tom and Hermione were laying. Hermione turned over and grabbed Snowball into a tight hug. Hermione snuggled into Tom's embrace. She held Snowball close to her chest. Hermione cried and cried. She cried so much her chest seemed to ache. Her eyes were swollen from the amount of crying she had done. Tom sat through her sobs and tried to console her the best he could.

"I have you, I have Snowball, and I have Arabella." Hermione said.

As Hermione was laying on top of Tom, he started thinking of ways to help soothe her. Tom remembered Hermione mentioning a song that her parents used to sing to her when she was upset or sad. Tom knew the song. It had only come out a few years ago. Tom started humming the song. Softly he started singing to Hermione. His soft silky baritone voice floated outward. Hermione started softly singing along with him. She let go of Snowball and wrapped herself around Tom's body. Hermione smiled a sad watery soft smile. As Tom kept singing Hermione felt herself feel bittersweet melancholy. As they kept singing together Hermione started to feel a little better. She couldn't bring her friends back, but she had someone she cared deeply for sitting right next to her. As Tom was singing the last lines of the song Tom saw a smile break out over her face.

"There's a smile. I remember you telling me the other day about the song your parents used to soothe you with. I thought it would be worth a try. Did I help?" Tom asks.

"You helped. You know you can't bring back the dead. The best we would be able to do would be to bring my parents back from the past. But my friends, unless you know of any other universes they are truly gone." Hermione said.

"Hermione, I have been thinking. I would like to meet your parents. I know now isn't the time to discuss this. I want you to know that I am here for you. I want you to feel like you can come to me about these hard things. I don't want you using alcohol to soothe your feelings. That is what I am here for. Using alcohol to numb your feelings is how alcoholism starts. Alcohol is supposed to be for happy things. Like celebrating a birthday. Promise me you won't use substances to numb your feelings." Tom said.

"I am sorry. It was just so awful. I couldn't handle the weight of my failures. I couldn't handle the fact that I lost everyone. I promise I will come to you next time I feel like this. I don't want to worry you. I am probably going to have a hangover tomorrow." Hermione said.

"I have anti hangover potions available for everyone at the party. Hangovers are for muggles. I will always be here for you Hermione. Always. I am glad I could help. I got a smile at least. I am sorry you lost the people you did. I promise you if there is a way for me to bring your friends to you I would do it in a heartbeat. I want you safe and happy. My sole drive is your happiness." Tom said.

"My happiness, and maybe being minister for magic." Hermione teased.

"Can we just lay here together for a while. I want to listen to the sound of your heartbeat. It calms me down. Keep singing to me please." Hermione asked.

Hermione snuggled into Tom's chest. Her tears had stopped. She didn't know how long she had been crying for. Tom went back to singing and petting Hermione's hair. Hermione listened to the sound of Tom's heartbeat. His soft baritone was comforting. Her father had been a baritone as well. Hermione was memorizing the rise and fall of Tom's chest. Tom was being as empathetic as he could. He was trying to soothe her. To take care of her. She felt safe. She felt cared for. If she ever was able to see Ron and Harry again somehow, they wouldn't understand their relationship. The Dark Lord and his queen. After a while Tom grew silent. They lay together on the couch just holding each other. Hermione moved her face to where Tom's face was. Tom could smell the alcohol on her breath. Hermione kissed Tom softly. Tom scratched Hermione's back and ran his fingers through her hair. As they broke apart, they heard a knock at the door.

"Hermione, it's Arabella. Can I come in? I want to make sure you are ok. You have been gone for almost an hour." Arabella said.

The door opened and Arabella strode into the room. Hermione was still leaning into Tom's chest. Arabella's heels clicked on the floor as she walked. Arabella stood in front of the two of them. Her face showed her worry.

"I didn't mean to worry you. I'm sorry." Hermione said.

"Hermione, please talk to me. Tell me what's going on." Arabella asked.

"Promise you won't tell anybody?" Hermione said.

Arabella crossed her fingers across her chest in an x motion.

"Cross my heart and hope to die. " Arabella swore.

Hermione wobbled as she tried to sit up. The room spun. Hermione laid her head back down on Tom's chest and closed her eyes. Hermione mumbled into Tom's chest. Arabella asked for clarification.

"You know how I said I am from the future?" Hermione said.

"Yes, I was there, I remember." Arabella said.

"Tom can you explain it. My head hurts too much. " Hermione said.

"Do you want me to get you an anti-hangover potion? They are also really good at pain relieving?" Tom asked.

Tom was blatantly ignoring Arabella. He was more concerned about Hermione's headache than he was about clarifying anything to Arabella. Tom stroked Hermione's hair with one hand and rubbed small circles on her back. Hermione nodded. Tom gently picked up Hermione and slid out from underneath her. He quickly rushed off into the kitchen leaving Hermione and Arabella alone.

"I'm sorry. I think I drank too much. It was rather stupid of me to get so carried away. I have been drunker of course but not by much. I'll have Tom explain things to you when he gets back. Talking is making my head pound." Hermione said.

They sat in silence until Tom returned. Tom had a small vial in his hand. Inside the vial was a blue substance. Tom opened the stopper.

"Open your mouth." Tom said.

Hermione did as she was told and tilted her head back. Tom poured the potion down her throat. He was visibly looking at her neck and making sure she swallowed the potion. It could take the edge off but only time could remove her drunkenness. Tom kissed her cheek and wrapped his arm around her. Hermione pressed her forehead into Tom's shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut tight until the headache finally subsided.

"My friends died. They aren't just gone. They are dead. They died in a war. The broomstick and wizard chess set. They reminded me of my two best friends. Harry and Ron. Harry was one of the fieriest people I had ever met. He was often stubborn and stupidly brave. He would often act without thinking especially to protect those he loved. Ron was... he was... he and I didn't always get along. He and Harry would play wizard chess often. Ron was loyal. He could be kind of a jerk sometimes. But he was also my very best friend. He was extremely protective. Whenever someone called me a mudblood Ron was always the one person who would jump to my defense. In the end Ron couldn't handle the loss. We lost Harry. He was killed. Ron was beside himself with grief. We were hiding in the Forest of Dean after the final battle. I woke up one morning to find a note. We had lost everyone. His entire family was dead. He killed himself. I buried him under a willow tree. Everyone I knew was dead. I still had the time turner from my third year at Hogwarts. I swore I would end the war before it began. It's why I came here. My original purpose for coming back to the 1940s was to find Voldemort and kill him. Then I met Tom. Meeting Tom changed everything. I... I could never... he means too much to me to... I couldn't... I can't end him like I originally planned." Hermione said.

"So how does Tom fit into things?" Arabella asked.

"Voldemort. It was a name I came up with when I was in my 5th year at Hogwarts. It was a name I wanted wizards everywhere to one day fear. It wasn't until I met Hermione that I stopped going by Voldemort to my followers. My father, his name was Tom Riddle. I had originally wanted nothing to do with my filthy muggle father's name. Then I started hearing Hermione call my name. Every time she said my name it was like watching a million sunsets in an instant. When she says my name, I feel... I feel content. I feel at peace in a way I had never experienced before her. She puts my mind at ease. She quiets the storm inside of me. She is my light. She is pure. Voldemort started the war that Hermione survived. Voldemort is the reason she had to go back in time. Voldemort and Tom are both me. I was a monster. I hurt her. I will spend every day for the rest of my life atoning for what a previous version of me did. I will prove to you that I am worthy of you." Tom said.

"So, now you know." Hermione said.

Arabella wavered and stumbled to the couch. She sat down next to Hermione. Arabella puckered her lips and sat quietly for a few minutes.

"This is going to take some time for me to adjust to. I can't tell anyone. Not even Abraxas?" Arabella asked.

"Not even Abraxas. No one can know she is from the future. People will try to use her to their personal gain. You must swear to keep this a secret. Tell no one." Tom said.

"You aren't expecting me to make an unbreakable vow, are you?" Arabella asked.

"Unbreakable vow is unnecessary. You are only allowed to bring this up if it's just the three of us. Is that clear?" Tom said.

"What's to stop me from telling everyone in the party your secret." Arabella asks.

Tom's face contorted into rage. He did not trust easily. He had only told Arabella because Hermione trusted her. She dared to hint at betrayal. She was lucky he even allowed her to be friends with Hermione in the first place. Hermione could tell Tom was upset. Hermione placed one of her hands on his cheek. His jaw remained clenched. His veins were jutting out of his neck. She had better obey or her husband would pay the price.

"Arabella you wouldn't betray our friendship like that would you? I trusted you. Are you really going to stab me in the back like this." Hermione said.

"Hermione you aren't just asking me to keep your secret. You are asking me to keep the future secret. What happens if someone else finds out" Arabella said.

"Nobody is going to find out. You have to promise me that you won't tell anybody. If you don't promise me then I want you to make the unbreakable vow. My safety hinges on this. Please Arabella." Hermione begs.

Hermione's headache had receded. Hermione placed her forehead against Tom's. She was the reason he was even remotely calm by this point.

"If I agree to this you have to promise me something in return." Arabella said.

"What is it?" Tom asked.

"I want you to teach my sister to be a healer. Whatever you learn she learns. Deal?" Arabella demanded.

"Deal. I don't ever want to question your loyalty again. Your sister and husband would pay a high price should you cross Hermione. You will keep this secret. It's in your best interest to obey." Tom said icily.

"Let's shake on it." Hermione says.

Arabella and Hermione shake hands. There was a burst of light that came through both their fingertips.

"What was that?" Arabella asked.

"A magical contract has been created." Hermione said.

"There are still some presents you have yet to open. I do hope we are alright Hermione. I am sorry. I just. It's a lot to take in. Please forgive me" Arabella asked.

"As long as you keep your promise you are forgiven. I expect obedience." Tom said.

"I am not one of your followers Tom. I might be married to one but I will keep the secret purely out of love for my friend." Arabella said.

Arabella walked back into the living room. Tom and Hermione stared at each other.

"You seem to be doing better. Is the headache gone?" Tom asked.

"Yes, thank you. You shouldn't bully Arabella. Finding out her friend is from the future is bad enough. We just changed her entire view of both of us. It's a lot for anybody to handle. Please see things from her perspective. She was in shock." Hermione said.

"Her threatening to expose you like that. I didn't like it. If she was really your friend the thought wouldn't have even crossed her mind. Are you sure you are up for opening the rest of your presents? I'm becoming completely knackered." Tom said.

"There are only a few left. After we open the last of the presents we can tell everyone to go home and we can cuddle on the couch together. How does that sound?" Hermione said.

"I enjoy holding you in my arms. I enjoyed the party, but I am ready for it to be just us two." Tom said.

Hermione and Tom stood up. They laced their fingers together and walked out to the living room. Lestrange was asleep on the sofa. Avery was eating some of the chocolate frogs. Other guests were milling about talking. There were 6 more gifts left. Hermione sat down next the small pile of presents. She looked at the wizard chess set and broomstick and sighed. She tore into the wrapping paper of the next gift. As Hermione opened the gift she saw brown boots. They were quite stylish.

"Dragon hide boots, they have been charmed to be temperature controlled. They will go well with the gloves. I wanted you to have something nice for fall and winter." Tom said.

"These will be lovely in the snow. Thank you, Tom." Hermione said.

Avery shook Lestrange awake. Lestrange rubbed his eyes and apologized. Tom didn't take his eyes off Hermione. Lestrange didn't matter. Nobody else mattered. His full attention was on Hermione. Hermione reached for a thick square present. Tom's eyes grew wide. He knew which present that was. Tom sat down next to Hermione on the floor. He studied her face as she opened the present. When Hermione saw the title of the book her eyes grew as wide as saucers.

"Where on earth did you find this? I didn't actually expect you to give me a book on making horcruxes. You remembered our first conversation."

The book was green. In gold lettering it read Secrets of the Darkest Art. There was no author listed. Hermione flipped through the pages of the book. Hermione bit her lip in concentration.

"Thank you so much Tom. This will be a fascinating read. I can't wait to add this topic to our debates over magical theories." Hermione said.

Tom scooted closer to her. He pushed her hair behind her ear. Hermione leaned into him. Tom lowered his face until it was right next to Hermione ear.

"It isn't just theory Hermione. I expect one day you will put that book to good use. One day, years from now. I expect you to make two horcruxes. We don't have to talk about it now. I know you are going to object. All I ask is that you think about it." Tom whispered in Hermione's' ear.

"Absolutely not. I will not make a horcrux. Just as the book title says it is the darkest art. I won't even dare think of such a thing. It's fine to talk about as a theory but to actually do it. Never." Hermione said.

"It's not something you need to decide now love. I'll win you over eventually. I just want to keep you safe. Think of it as an insurance policy. Let's not argue on your birthday hmm." Tom whispered.

Hermione picked up another square box. She tore into the wrapping paper. Out popped a book. On the cover there were three wands all crossed. In red letters it read Wand Theory by Pimona Fletchey.

"It's a book detailing all of the scholarly research into wand cores and the theories of wand making. I thought you would find it interesting." Lestrange said.

"How fascinating, I'm sure Hermione will find the book very entertaining and useful." Tom said.

There were only three presents left. There was a small box, a big box, and a medium sized box. Hermione chose the biggest box and opened it. Inside was one of the most beautiful dresses Hermione had ever seen. It was green with silver bows. She wasn't much into bows, but the dress was very pretty. The heels that were inside the box were enchanting. Hermione lifted up the heels. They were quite heavy. They sparkled as if they were made of jewels.

"The dress is made from Acromantula silk. The shoes are a personal favorite of mine. Now you not only have the antique shoes from the 18th century, but you also have emerald shoes. They were carved from pure emerald. They are charmed to be perfectly comfortable. I will admit the shoes cost quite a bit. It was but a small dent into the gaunt fortune. I made sure that the colors would match your skin tone beautifully." Tom said.

"Tom, they are beautiful. Thank you. I have never had shoes made out of jewels before. I feel like Dorothy." Hermione said.

"Is that a muggle reference?" Tom asked.

"Yes, well, Dorothy she has these ruby slippers and... oh sod it... I'll explain later." Hermione said.

Hermione turned her attention to the last two boxes. She chose the medium sized box and tore into the wrapping paper. The cover of the book was yellow. The rune Thurz was displayed on the front cover. Thurz was for protection. Hermione remembered reading about this rune in Ancient Runes class. Underneath the rune it said Lisentia's Guide to Ancient Runes Collegiate Edition by Lisentia Black.

"This will come in handy for healing runes. Healing and protection magic often use ancient runes. Thank you, Tom." Hermione said.

The last gift was a velvet black box. Hermione opened the box. Inside the box was a silver heart shaped pendant. Hermione opened the pendant. Inside the pendant was a picture of Tom. He was flashing her a rare smile. He winked at her. The craftsmanship was superb.

"I want you wearing that pendant at all times. It has a location tracker. That way I know where you are at all times. It also gives me readouts on your heartbeat, most importantly it alerts me should you ever feel fear. I aim to protect you with everything I have. If you call for me, I will come. No questions asked. For your piece of mind so you don't think I am a stalker I enabled you to have the ability to turn off the location tracker. The silver in the pendant is goblin made silver. Only the best for you dearest. Let me put it on you darling." Tom said.

Hermione took the pendant and gave it to tom. He put the necklace around her neck. Hermione picked up her hair so Tom could fasten the necklace. It was another symbol of Tom's devotion to her. She would always be safe. From now on should she feel vulnerable he could be there to save the day. Tom kissed Hermione's shoulder and wrapped his arms around her.

"Alright everyone. Its nearly one in the morning. I think the birthday girl and I could use some time together. Thank you all for coming. Have a good night. Get home safe. If you are too drunk to apparate make sure you use side along apparition with someone who is sober. We don't want anyone to get splinched trying to get home." Tom bellowed.

People could be heard apparating out of the house with loud cracks left and right. Lestrange and Avery clung to Arabella.

"Give me one moment guys. Happy Birthday Hermione. Another year older. I hope you had a good night. It was so good to see you. I'll see you at tea next week." Arabella said.

Arabella helped Hermione up and they hugged. Arabella cupped Hermione's head with one of her hands.

"Your secret is safe with me. See you soon Hermione. I'm going to help get Lestrange and Avery home. They aren't sober enough to do it on their own." Arabella said.

Arabella helped Tom up and hugged him. Tom stood there surprised. Very few people had physical contact with him. Hermione liked her so he was resigned to the fact to put up with her. She was rather brave standing up to him. Not many people called him on his shit. Arabella took Avery and Lestrange in her hands.

"I'll see you at home Abraxas." Arabella said.

Arabella disapparated with a loud crack. Abraxas bowed towards tom.

"My lord, thank you for this evening. Lady Hermione, I wish you the best and I hope you get some rest after all the joyous activities that happened today." Abraxas said.

"Abraxas, Hermione and I will be round for tea in a couple days. You've earned it. Thank you for your gifts. Have a good night." Tom said.

Abraxas disapparated with a crack. Finally, they were alone. They hadn't been alone together for over 7 hours. Tom led Hermione over towards the couch. He put an arm around Hermione. Hermione leaned into his touch.

"What an eventful party. We only kissed a few times. Rather unimpressive considering the usual." Tom teased.

Hermione punched his chest playfully. Tom wove his fingers into her hair. Their foreheads were touching. Tom closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. He kissed her slowly. Hermione had sobered up slightly. He kissed her fiercely. His tongue wove around hers. He grabbed her hips with one hand. She drew him closer to her. Slowly they pulled apart.

"You helped make my birthday very memorable. Thank you for all the beautiful gifts. I love everything you got me. You seem to know me very well for only knowing me a few months. I am impressed." Hermione said.

"Gift giving is one of my love languages. I pay attention to the details. One day I'd like to get matching magical couples tattoos." Tom said.

"I am open to that idea. They would be good forms of communication." Hermione said.

Tom grabbed Hermione and started kissing her. He kissed her lips; he kissed her jaw and then her neck. The bruises from Arabella and Abraxas's engagement party were still there. Tom stopped biting her neck and marveled at the bruises. He touched them softly with his hand. The coloring had changed. They were fading. Tom slipped off his old shirt and bit down harshly on the area where the bruise had been. He had to make sure she was always marked. As he bit down, he heard Hermione' breath catch. He bit down until his jaw ached. Finally, he pulled his mouth from her neck. The jugular was now newly bitten. It wasn't deep enough but it would do for now. Hermione pulled Tom into a heated kiss. They kissed over and over again.

"We can't continue. You are still too drunk. Come here darling. Let me hold you." Tom said.

Tom and Hermione laid together. They talked about Snowball. They talked about her friends. Hermione was laying on top of him. She could hear his heartbeat. The rhythm of his heartbeat was comforting. Tom started petting Hermione's hair. Hermione sighed in contentment. Her birthday had been hard. At least now Arabella knew her secret. She wouldn't have to lie to her friend anymore. Without Harry or Ron or her parents, life felt very cold and cruel. But she had Tom. Even though he was darkness incarnate she still saw his potential. She saw his potential for good. He had given her the best birthday he could. She had lost much since the battle of Hogwarts. Tom was still here. He was enough.