Despite being the Head Girl and having the privilege of wandering around the castle past curfew, Hermione Granger still felt the incredible need to borrow Harry's invisibility cloak. She wore soft, fuzzy socks and casted a target Silencio on her shoes before she left her dorm.
Now, keep in mind Hermione wasn't doing anything particularly wrong, she was well within her Head Girl privileges to be out at this time and go to the library- which she was doing at this moment- she simply felt guilty considering she saw herself as one of the 'civilian' students and should follow the same rules as everyone else unless specified otherwise. Nor was her goal wrong in any way, she wanted a book she was allowed to check out without a librarian or signed permission slip from her professor. Granted, the book was one on the dark arts, but again, she was well within her privileges to be accessing this book.
As she reached the door of the library, she casted a silent Silencio and Alohomora on the door. Madam Pince has always been vigilant about locking up the library before she left for a good night's rest and tonight was no different. The silent spell was used to not alert Mrs. Norris's sensitive ears; Hermione might have a good relationship with the cat (giving her treats and scratching that spot right behind her ears), but she still didn't want to risk being found.
The large, oak door didn't creak as Hermione gently pushed it open, looking both ways before sneaking behind the wood and closing it behind her. She made her way towards the dark arts books. A pale hand flitted out of her cloak as she grazed the spines, searching for the specific book she intended to 'borrow' for an unspecified amount of time.
She'd overheard Draco Malfoy talking earlier that day with Professor Snape. Snape was seeming urgent and told Malfoy that the Dark Lord had orders for him. So, naturally wanting to help out the Order, Hermione hid behind a pillar and eavesdropped on the two.
The greasy professor spoke of how Malfoy had to locate a book in the library, one called Blood & Marriage Rituals: For Those Seeking Love & Power Through Courtship. Hermione thought the name was rather long and dull, and didn't sound like the kind of book she would be awfully fond of. However, Hermione had already made the decision in her mind that she would do whatever it takes to get a hold of that book before anyone else could come near it. Planning out what would be tonight, she decided the quicker she got the book, the less likely the Dark Lord could get it and use it to his advantage.
As soon as the two Slytherins left the hall, Hermione made a mad dash back to the Gryffindor Common Room, where she found Harry and Ron discussing and debating the many Seeker techniques in quidditch. She asked Harry for use of the invisibility cloak for 'important and secret reasons that would ultimately help the Order'. He obviously said yes, albeit a little confused by her description, but nonetheless went to his room and gave it to her.
It wasn't hard to find the book, it looked out of place on the shelf. She snatched it off of the shelf. A picture of a rose with thick thorns adorned the cover. Hermione opened the book, hoping that if she understood its importance, then she would be able to nip Voldemort's plans in the bud and stop anything from happening. She would be a step in front of both groups and that was vital at this point in the game.
Suddenly, a black tentacle of dark magic surged from the pages, slicing the skin on Hermione's cheek and pushing the hood of her cloak back. She let out a gasp and dropped the book, clutching her bleeding cheek as she watched with widened eyes as the book morphed.
The book began to take shape, growing in size. Bumps grew into limbs and suddenly the blob of dark magic turned into something humanoid. It's color began to pale, the Slytherin uniform formed, and a face was molded.
Hermione's first thought was that the book turned into a very attractive human boy, and she wished all books could do that. That thought, however, flitted away as soon as he made eye contact.
"Excuse me, miss. It seems that I have found myself out of sorts. Would you mind telling me when I am and who you are?" he asked politely and with a small smile that didn't match the glint in his eyes.
Hermione narrowed her eyes when he asked when. It was clear that some kind of mishap occurred on her end, but whatever he had planned succeeded. "What do you mean by 'when'?" she asked, raising her guard and her wand, she wasn't taking any chances with this stranger, something was off about him.
"Well, you see, miss…?" he waited for her to respond, but Hermione chose to avoid giving him any information without knowing who he is or what his methods are.
He let out a sigh before continuing. "How rude of me to not introduce myself. My name is Tom Riddle, Junior if you want to be specific. I'm from the year 1945. Oh, also an important tidbit, you're going to be my wife, due to the magic and your blood. So, I guess you'll Mrs. Riddle soon enough, which I'm quite alright with," he stated, his eyes raking up and down her body.
Hermione, having realized the cloak came loose, she tightened up her hold on the fabric, hiding her body from whom she just realized is young Lord Voldemort. "That's not possible, time turners only work to travel back in time, not forward. You can't be bloody teenage Voldemort."
His eyes flash with pride. "Ah, so I got an intelligent wife, glad to see my minions ensured that much." she withheld a shiver of fear and anxiety at his words. "But I'll have you know, dear, that dark magic doesn't abide by the same rules of your light magic. Boundaries can be broken and lines can be crossed, and I- how'd you say it- bloody teenage Voldemort, have done it."
The tone and force behind his words made it clear he wasn't lying, and she frankly didn't know what to do. She was starting to grow warm, her face flushed and core warmed. Hermione was confused and horrified at this reaction.
She looked up to see Tom smirking at her. She scowled. "What the hell did you do to me?"
"You see, that book is exactly what the title states, so we are married by blood ritual. Part of the lovely ritual- and my favorite part- is where you get so horny you can't bear it alone. And, my dear, the only thing that'll relieve you of this horniness, is me fucking you."
At the low tone of his voice and the impossibly sexy way he said 'fucking', a gush of wetness flowed through her core, indicating that at least the first part of what he said was correct. "Well, I'll have to ask my boyfriend for help first before I come anywhere near you."
It was a low blow to play the boyfriend card, despite her not having one, but Tom didn't know that and she needed to do what she could to get out of sleeping with him.
A very dark glint passed through his eyes."You're what?"
Suddenly, the door to the library creaked open. "Granger? Are you in there?"
Hermione immediately casted a Silencio on Tom and pulled him close to her, moving the cloak over the both of them. His strong, masculine hands gripped her hips, pulling her pelvis against his and lightly grinding against it.
She punched his chest with a loud 'thunk', and immediately regretted the action.
"Hermione? Granger? Mudblood? Bloody annoying swot? Miss Know-It-All?" Malfoy's recognizably whiny voice questioned.
She tensed as Malfoy said the m-slur, glancing up at Tom, whose face had gone stony.
Malfoy soon left the library, after failing to find the Head Girl and Hermione took off the cloak and attempted to separate herself from Tom, and failed to do so.
"Who the fuck was that?" he demanded, looking murderous.
She attempted to squirm out of his hold, ignoring the question.
He yanked her forward, snaking one arm around her waist and moving the other hand up to force her chin up so she had to look at him. "I asked who the fuck was that?"
"No one important, now let me go."
"No, you're going to answer the fucking question."
She let out a growl. "It's one of your minions. Ya know, the incredibly racist purebloods you enlisted into your cult that absolutely hate me and what I am?"
He blinked at her. "He's one of my minions?"
"Yeah, he's the reason I ended up in this bloody situation. One of your other followers told him that he needed to get that bloody book you were in for Voldemort and I was going to get it so I could help the group of people that are trying to destroy you," she stated irritably. She internally knew she probably shouldn't have said that, but it was too late and she was too upset about her situation and horny to actually give two shits about what Tom would think.
Tom stared at her, processing her words carefully. "You're a part of the group that's trying to kill me?"
"Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!" she states sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him.
"But why?"
"One, you're trying to kill my best friend and you've also cursed me multiple times. Two, you're follows absolutely hate me because both you and them are fucking racists and I'm not a pureblood. Three, I have morals and basic human decency."
He looked at her carefully before coming to a conclusion in his head. "Well, that's not how I am at this point, that's how I am in about fifty years. So, that means us fucking wouldn't be a moral issue. I'll deal with my minions after we get a few rounds in."
"What?! I'm not having sex with you!" her voice was shrill and indignant, however, heat pooled in her core at his words.
Hermione had no idea why she was so turned on by his words. She wasn't this turned on when she had slept with Ron for the first time, in fact, she had to use lube.
"Who the fuck is Ron?" Tom growled, eyes growing dark.
Hermione's eyes widened, she knew she didn't say those words out loud. "Holy shit you're an occulumens."
"I asked you a question." He strolled toward her and she backed away from his advances, her back hitting the book case and trapping her. She couldn't get away from, with his arms boxing her in and his face leaning close to hers.
"He's none of your goddamn business."
"He had sex with you, therefore he is my business. I'd hate for something to happen to him because you couldn't tell me merely who he is."
Hermione had about enough with this jackass. "You're kidding, right? You'll threaten to harm the guy who has been nothing but kind and friendly to me simply because we had consensual sex together, but not Malfoy, who just came in here and called me a fucking slur?"
She realized that she let it slip that it was Malfoy who came in, eyes widening and clamping her lips together.
"I can cause both bodily harm and I'll do so for my lovely, fuckable wife, after a few rounds of some mutually fulfilling intercourse."
Hermione opened her mouth to argue back, but Tom leaned forward and pressed his lips harshly against hers.
Before she could stop herself, Hermione's eyes flitted close and she began to kiss back.
Tom embodied dominance as he savagely kissed her, subconsciously making Hermione keel at his actions. His rough hands flipped up her skirt and he disentangled himself from the kiss.
"Naughty girl, aren't you, dear Hermione." His tone was breathy and humorous as he leaned right against her ear, hot breath coating it. "Not wearing any knickers? It's almost like you planned for this to happen."
Hermione moaned at the words. As much as she didn't want to admit it, Tom Riddle was one of the sexiest motherfuckers she's ever met. And boy, did she want him to fuck her, though she had a niggling thought in the back of her mind that made it very clear that she'd still want it, even if the spell suddenly stopped working.
"There will be time to worship your lovely body later, but right now, I want to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours."
Two fingers suddenly pushed into her, causing her to let out a long, lustful groan. Tom's mouth attacked her neck, biting and sucking, as he began to thrust his fingers inside of her wetness.
Her head was thrown back against the shelf, her body and mind completely submissive to Tom's ministrations. He definitely knew what he was doing.
Hermione's mind was diving into a lustful haze, and as soon as Tom brushed her clit, all she cared about was getting Tom's dick inside of her.
"Hurry the hell up, would ya? We don't have all fucking night?"
He narrowed his eyes, but the fire in his eyes betrayed any attempt for him to act pissed. His pants were soon down and then she saw it.
"Holy fuck." He had to be at least ten inches.
Tom smirked at her words. "Hope you're ready, my dear. We've reached the main event."
He kissed her aggressively, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he nudges into her opening.
Hermione's walls stretched and more wetness poured out. She ground against him trying, to force him to mover further inside her.
Gripping her hips harshly, Tom pistoned in her, happy to give her exactly what she wanted.
A pained cry escaped Hermione's lips and her hand went to grip the shelf above her, hoping for some stability as his harsh, unrelenting fucking rattled the books behind her.
The slight pain from his movements and the risque nature of the sex caused Hermione to grow more and more turned on. It wasn't well known that she was quite that masochist, but that side of her had forced its way out under Tom's clear dominance.
Heat was building up in her core, her breath became ragged and she was almost there.
Suddenly, Tom stops his movements and completely pulls out of her.
She let out a whine at the lost. "What the-"
He flips her over, letting her feet touch the ground. "Hold onto the shelf."
Delirious from the lust and mad about the loss of near orgasm stimulation, she decided to not listen to him and take matter into her own hands and snaked a hand down to her clit.
She only got a few swipes in before he snatch the hand away and pulled it up above her head. He pulled her other hand up and put next to the other, using his large hand to keep her two small ones in a vice grip.
Hermione wasn't prepared for a resounding smack and a sharp pain coming from her behind. She let out a loud gasp. "Are you spanking me?"
"Yes, get used to it." He started a rapid fire round of smacking, alternating each side. "I was going to fuck you from behind, 'cause it hits deeper and then I could really hit your g-spot. But you had to go and be bad girl, so I have to punish you."
Her ass felt like it was on fire. He knew how to make a girl regret not listening to him. Not that she actually regretted it, she felt more turned on than anything else.
"My minions really did a good job of finding me the perfect woman. A gorgeous body, smart mind, spankable ass I plan to fuck in the near future."
Hermione had never tried anal before, but the sheer idea of it, made her face turn red and clench her lower body.
Tom inserted himself into her again, still spanking her bright red ass as he began to fuck her again.
All the stimulation, the grunting from Tom and the spell acting on her, Hermione was incredibly close to cumming. She felt overwhelmed with lust directed at Tom.
"Fuck, Tom! I'm going to cum!"
He picked up the pace, his hip snapping to hers. The bookshelf shook and books began to fall off it because of the sheer force of his actions.
"Say you're mine and I'll let you come," he growled out, leaning close to her ear and soaking it in his hot breath.
She let out an unintelligible sound. She really needed to come.
"Say it, Hermione. Say you're mine and I'll give it to you."
Whatever feeling in the back of her mind that was telling her not to agree to anything he said and to be suspicious of him had flown out of the window. Smart Hermione had left the building long ago and only a very horny Hermione remained.
"I'm yours! Fuck, Tom!"
And with those words, she came harder than she ever had. The weight of magic in the air, heightened her senses and the stimulation as her and Tom came simultaneously, moaning their releases.
The library was silent except for their quiet panting, breathless from the intense orgasm they both had. Hermione, leaning on the shelf for support and Tom's forehead against her shoulder.
"Now, my dear, we've fulfilled the bond and you're officially my wife by magic and law."
A/N: Hey guys! Drop a review and let me know what you guys think! Let me know if you think I make more one-shots or Tomione stories!