er usual. But, she was Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, she would simply have to make due by herself, yet again.
She didn't know much about blood rituals of any sort, even less about those related to marriage. They were considered archaic due to the inclusion and equality of both women and muggleborn individuals and pretty much ceased to be used, excluding some select pureblood families (though a majority had ditched them and opted for the– unusually muggle– prenup). They were also deemed to permanent by most, finding that many young widows were unable to remarry due to their vows and were left to have a life of loneliness, something that was all too common after World War II and Grindewald's reign.
The library had tragically failed her with information, the restricted section surprisingly sparse on these rituals. She had forgotten in her urgency that Hogwarts had made a decision in 1965 to rid its shelves of content that was often used to exploit and abuse women, therefore all of the exclusively marriage and bonding ritual related books had disappeared. She came to the realization that her best bet was the library of one of the original pureblood families, that still head strong to their tradition and roots. 12 Grimmauld Place could have a book or two on the matter, but Sirius's immense distaste for both pureblood traditions and books made the chance much less likely. All the other more traditional families she knew of weren't exactly her biggest fans and also would snitch to the Dark Lord at a moment's notice, so she doubted that would be a viable plan.
She grabbed her soap bard– citrus scented– and massaged it on her frayed, blue washcloth until it was lathered on. Hermione began mindlessly scrubbing herself as her thoughts wandered elsewhere.
Did she really want to end the bond anyway? This Tom that she bonded with was nothing like the supposed Lord Voldemort that Professor Dumbledore drilled into her head. He was kind to her, a muggleborn, and it appeared to be genuine, even if he couldn't bloody well hurt her. He was just like any other seventeen year old boy she knew, albeit he had a bit darker tendencies, but the Golden Trio didn't all do things they were necessarily proud of. He pulled the short straw and did what he could with it, rising as Head Boy and with marks that rivaled her own, even without the support of true, loving friends or a mentor that actually cared about his well being. Tom was surrounded by people who used him, and at this point, he could still be saved from becoming an awful, genocidal monster. Granted, he had done some horrible things already, with the Horcruxes and all, but he was still barely an adult. Tom was someone Hermione had deemed worthy of love and support, similar to how she adopts all of the mistreated magical creatures and cries at the thought of House-elves being mistreated. He was just misunderstood and she would make sure that he had the opportunity to be good.
She could feel a particular, greasy professor's voice in the back of her head. "Not everyone needs saving, Miss Granger. Your bleeding, Gryffindor heart will not do you well at war." He said this particular line after she got into a heated argument with the portrait of Walburga about the morality of owning House-elves, which resulted in Kreacher attempting to choke her out while Harry and Ron yanked the rather strong creature off of her. Hermione could admit that arguing with an object that was incapable of any sort of progress or change hadn't necessarily been her brightest or most well thought out idea, she had had enough of Walburga's racist shrieking and her lack of respect for a being that dedicated it's entire self to her comfort.
So, sue her, she was not ashamed of her bleeding heart. It was one of her greatest assets, and she intended to use it to make the best of the situation she was in. Though, if she was completely honest, Tom didn't make it hard for her to care about him. Hermione wouldn't say she was in love, no no, it was far to early for the Hermione Granger to fall, but she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him. He was a sexual being and he was quite good at making sure she was pleasured as well, though it would do him some good to be less snotty about it.
A hand gripped her hip suddenly, jolting out of her intent wandering, and hot breath was against her neck. "You weren't thinking about how snotty I was when I was inside you last night."
His raspy words left goosebumps along her skin, causing her to shiver, but not from the cold.
She wiggled from his grasp and turned to face him. "Fucking Merlin, Tom. I'll need to put a bell collar on you if you keep sneaking up on me, you pervert!" Hermione did her best to sound indignant, but the heat growing in her core was making it a challenge and her words came out much more as a tease.
She looked at his face and he had a boyish grin along with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Her heart fluttered slightly at the pure, seventeen-year-old-ness of it all.
"My dear wife, my pervert tendencies is one of my most useful traits when it comes to you. You make some quite lovely sounds and wriggle so delightfully each time I act on my urges, so you will have to spare me with your supposed decency." He gripped each hip with force– not enough to hurt her– but enough to show her just who was in charge. He pulled her pelvis against his and started grinding. "Both you and I know that you are the perfect little slut that is perverted far more than I could ever be, and it's quite the treat."
She groaned from a combination of the movement and his words, he knew how to dirty talk and push all the right buttons.
"Let's make it quick, Tom, I have breakfast duty today. In case you don't remember, me being Head Girl is the reason we have this cushy suite."
He snorted. "Breakfast duty is a joke, the students are much too tired to wreak havoc. No one will notice if you aren't there." Tom leaned in and captured her lips in a dominating manner, serving as motivation for her to forgo her duties and do something much more enticing.
She mentally tutted at him for his utter lack of respect for the duties of her role, but quickly found herself turning into mush. He was quite convincing.
"Tom," she whined softly against his lips, "Everyone will notice if I of all people miss my shift with no warning, and we can't have people becoming suspicious of what I have hidden away that is taking up so much of my time." She ended by morphing her face into a slight pout, pleading with him through the bond.
"Hmmm," he tapped his chin in mock thought, "Perhaps, I will let you go this time, but not before I get a taste of you of course. I refuse to go too long without such a treat, I am a glutton for sweets after all."
Tom didn't waste his time lifting her and placing her against the cool porcelain tiles of the shower wall and diving straight in. Licking, tonguing, nipping until he had his taste of Hermione, who became a wanton mess at his attention.
"Hermione, my dear, I hope you didn't forget that I'm punishing you today."
She paused from buttoning up her shirt. She had forgotten about the punishment, between the approximately four rounds of sex, a night of sleep, and his thorough feasting this morning, it wasn't something she found herself thinking about.
"Spanking?"
He chuckled at that, perhaps detecting the slight hope in her voice. "No, my dear, I have something a bit different planned. Go lean on the bed, arse out. I want full access."
Hermione shivered at his tone and in anticipation of what he had planned for her. If not a spanking, what else could he have in mind?
She heard some rummaging behind her, so Tom must have already had something planned for the occasion. That could mean no good, Tom had enough time to think about how he wants to punish her.
A popping sound emanated from behind her, like the sound of opening a bottle of lotion. Hermione wasn't entirely sure what that could mean was in store for her.
He flipped her skirt up, then let out a chuckle. "No knickers? You're quite the naughty girl."
Before she could snap at him, a cool, slimy finger was prodding her in a place she least expected. Her eyes widened as she gasped, "Tom! Not there!" She tried to move forward, but a strong hand on her hip stopped her from doing so.
"Tsk, tsk. Yes, there, my dear. I have had my eye on this pretty, little arsehole for a bit now, and can't stop thinking about all the uses it could be put to."
If Hermione was completely honest, she had some fantasies about putting it to use as well, but she hadn't had a partner she was comfortable divulging that to. She had brought it up to Ron vaguely before, and he was disgusted at the idea that people would fuck such a dirty place. This had pretty much eliminated any chance of her ever admitting her desire for such an act.
Tom slowly began to insert his finger before pulling out so just the very tip was in, then repeating the action. In, out, in, out. As she started to get used to the width, he added another cool finger.
"You're taking your training so well, my dear. It will be very easy to put it to use in the, hopefully, near future."
He was going to give her an arsefucking before class?
Tom let out a chuckle. "Not unless you would like me to. You do have to be at breakfast duty after all. This will be a much smaller punishment in comparison, though still something you'll feel."
At that moment, he decided to slip another finger, stretching her further, causing her to let out a small groan.
His words didn't provide much comfort, but she was enjoying his ministrations, so she didn't have many complaints.
"I spent some time marinating on how exactly to punish you, my dear wife, and I decided to kill two birds with one stone." His fingers twisted in her hole, causing her to let out an audible gasp. "I do want to have fun with this little hole– sooner rather than later– but I also want to punish you, and what better way than one of your deepest, darkest fantasies? This punishment isn't about pain, it's more about reminding you that you are mine and that's why you're letting me do such dirty, filthy things to you."
He twisted his fingers again, causing her arse to clench around him as she tried to unsuccessfully hide her shivers. She wasn't 100% sure if she was shivering from his actions or his words, but Hermione was realizing just how much she liked dirty talk.
"So, that's how I decided on the lovely toy I'll be giving you today," he continued on, "It's not too big and wouldn't hurt you, but every time you move, sit, shift, you'll feel it."
Tom pulled his fingers slowly out of her hole, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness. She could hear him behind, rummaging around, and it took everything in her to not turn around and see what he was doing.
He shuffled behind her until he was in her line of sight. "I worked very hard while you were sleeping to transfigure this. As you likely know, it requires a particular technique to transfigure objects with certain proportions of elements, as is the case with medical grade metal. However, I was able to get it done in time, and I'm excited to have you try it out."
Tom held his hand in front of her face, bringing her eyes to the object he had apparently worked so hard on. Her eyes widened. "A butt plug?"
She had considered buying one previously, after a particularly kinky chapter in one of her romance novels, but she chickened out at the sex store when she went. The cashier was an older man that had an uncanny resemblance to Horace Slughorn and that sent her on a mental spiral where she became quite terrified of the potions professor having the knowledge she experienced horniness, much less that she was anal-curious. She left the store empty-handed that day and hasn't visited that particular store since.
"Oh yes, it is. I even made it pretty for you." He showed her the bottom of the plug, which had a gorgeous, deep green gem. How very Slytherin of him. "You'll be keeping it in during all of your classes today and you won't be allowed to come until I decide. You best remember that, since I don't plan to make it that easy for you."
He went back to his initial place behind her, where she was still on display. Hermione could hear him pop open the lube bottle yet again and though she would verbally deny until the very end, she was getting more turned on than she had thought possible. Granted, the humiliation was eating her alive, but she couldn't deny what she could only assume to be a waterfall gushing out between her thighs.
After prepping her, he slowly began to push the cool metal into her hole. "Good girl, relax. You're doing so well."
Hermione did her best to remain as relaxed as possible. She knew the toy was going in whether or not she relaxed, so she might as well make it easier on herself. But she also wanted to be a 'good girl' for Tom.
It didn't take long for the plug to be seated in her arse. She didn't know such a small object could make her feel so full.
He patted her arse before flipping the skirt back down to cover her. "Alright, my dear wife, looks like you're ready for the day. Good luck with breakfast duty! Oh, and Dumbledore dropped off a note. We have a meeting with him today after lunch."
Hermione turned her head in time to watch him walk into the bathroom. She could only stare at him in extreme confusion and a bit of frustration. He was really something else, wasn't he?
She checked the time to see that it was 2 minutes until breakfast duty began. "Shit!"
She stood up quickly, before gasping at the sensations the plug caused. Her day just got incredibly longer.