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Tom and Hermione had almost made it to the portrait entrance to her dorm when he stopped to pull her into his arms again. His kisses were so hot now that she would have melted right on the spot and given him anything he wanted just to keep them coming. He pulled back with an amused grin, and asked, "You're not allergic to flowers too, right?"
"What? No, I'm not," she answered, bemused by the question.
"That's good," he chuckled, and followed her in through the portrait and up the stairs leading to her bedroom. When they stepped inside, Hermione figured out why he'd asked. The whole room was filled with tall white candles surrounded by beautiful red roses, and as they stepped inside a soft music began to play.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped as she looked around. On the table beside the bed was a bottle of champagne chilling in a silver bucket, and two crystal flutes with small silver serpents encircling the stems stood waiting beside it. There was also a silver dish with a cover on it.
"My Lady," said Tom with a gallant bow as he raised her hand to kiss the back of it, and then lead her to sit on the bed. He had covered it in rose petals, she saw with a delighted giggle. As she sat down he pulled off his mask, and then leaned down to take hers off as well. "Beautiful," he commented as he looked at her, and gave her a soft kiss before he sat down between her and the table.
After he poured them each a glass of the bubbling liquid, he lifted the lid off the dish to reveal strawberries underneath. He smiled as he placed her glass to her lips to give her a taste, and then fed her one of the berries afterwards. Then he sipped his own glass and ate a berry of his own.
"I hear this is supposed to have an aphrodisiac quality to it," he mentioned.
"Like we need one," Hermione scoffed in a husky voice. When Tom heard her, he set both of their glasses aside and proceeded to kiss her. His tongue slid out to open her mouth, and each of his hands cupped a breast as his thumbs ran over the silk fabric that covered her nipples.
Hermione's breathing got shorter and shorter until it came out in little gasps of pure pleasure. When she was good and hot, Tom laid her down on the bed so he was on top of her, still kissing and touching. Hermione's hands were not idle during all of this. She had been untucking his shirt and fiddling with his buttons, and now she slid the black garment off of him triumphantly.
She sucked in her breath as she looked at the gorgeous torso she uncovered. Those girls didn't know how right they were to call her lucky. She ran her tongue along his smooth chest and laved it around the darkened nipple, reveling in the flavor that was Tom. She could tell he had sweat a little while they were dancing, and she licked off the salty tang with a grin as their eyes met.
"I can think of a better use for that tongue," Tom mentioned wickedly as he straightened up to unbutton his fly. With an even bigger grin, Hermione grabbed the zipper with her teeth to pull it down for him, and then pounced on him, throwing him down onto the bed eagerly.
"Mmm, you're right," she purred as she slid his cock free of its hiding spot. "Much better."
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Tom teased her, but then he groaned as she took him all the way down to the balls and back again several times in succession. "Better not do that, love, you'll have him bursting in no time if you keep on like that. He wants to come inside you."
Tom had to put Hermione away from him again just to stop her from her over-adventurous antics. She pouted a bit at first, but when he unzipped her gown and pulled it over her head, she decided she was too content with what he was doing to complain overmuch.
"You're so damned beautiful," he told her as he practically ripped her bra off next. When he would have pulled off her underwear next, he paused and took in the slinky things with an amused grin. "Where did you find these things?" he asked. They were Slytherin green satin, with black lace trim.
"Draco's room, at the beginning of the school year," she chuckled. "I had heard he went on a panty raid and decided to see what he came back with."
"That's terrible," Tom told her, trying not to laugh. "Do you realize these things could belong to any one of the girls in Slytherin house? Don't you ever wonder whose undies they are?"
"Not really," she said. "I never wore them till now, I just stole them to tick him off. Anyway, I magically cleaned them, so they're just mine now."
"Nope, they're mine now," he informed her with a grin. "Gotta have a souvenir of my own, you know."
Having said this, Tom slid the undies slowly down her hips, thighs, ankles, and finally off her feet. Then he held them up to his nose and smelled them. "Needs more," he teased her, and slid a finger into her very wet pussy, wiping her juices all over his prize.
He stood up then, setting them on the table, and then removing the rest of his own clothes. He sipped his drink again and set it back down before he crawled over the bed until he was over top of her again. Hermione pulled him down and kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth this time. He groaned softly and laid on her more fully, so that she could feel how much he wanted her.
One of Tom's hands slid back down to her wet hole, and he plunged two fingers into the tight sheath he wanted to enter. He doubted she could be much more ready than she already was, knowing that no matter what he did he was about to hurt her. But he knew also that after the pain there would be infinite pleasure, and so he pulled away from her and grabbed one of the pillows.
"Lift your bum, babe," he said, and put the pillow under it when she did. She never took her eyes off his face, and those eyes were filled with such passion and such trust it did weird things to Tom's insides. He tried to remind himself that he was too sensible for something as silly as love, but as he slid into her he knew he was lying to himself. Being here, plunging into Hermione Granger for the first time—it was all about love. He knew it with a certainly that frightened him.
Hermione clung to him, holding back her sob of pain until she couldn't breathe, and then letting out her breath and biting into his neck instead. Tom groaned along with her when she did that, and the next thing he knew, the wench was making love to him, not even waiting for the pain to stop before she had wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in tighter.
He let her have her way, just reveling in the fact he had found someone who matched him, even in this. Hermione was so perfect, and the things she was doing now were bringing him too near the brink.
"Not yet, vixen," he breathed. "I want you with me."
He put a finger down between them and rubbed as she continued to writhe, and her moans of pleasure intensified. When he knew she was close, he started pumping into her, hard. Again and again their bodies collided as his finger worked its magic, and he felt the walls of her womanhood closing in around him, squeezing his orgasm right out of him. He couldn't believe the moan of pure, unadulterated lust that left his lips then, and thought perhaps it was louder even than her own.
"Hermione!" he whispered into her hair, totally amused. "You just ravaged me."
"Mmm, yes, I did," she answered on a purr. "And I have every intention of doing it again."
The very thought had him standing at attention again. Hermione rolled him onto his back and crawled on top of him, impaling herself. "Oh!" she practically screamed. "That's nice!"
"Here, try this," Tom suggested, bringing her legs up until her feet cushioned his backside, then turning her ankles inward slightly. When she moved again, he was so deep inside her that it set her off again already. She was coming the whole time as they moved together then, and it didn't take Tom very long to catch up.
Tom rolled them over while he was still inside her, and ravaged her this time. She was so wild and so wet that it seemed like they came more often than they continued, but neither of them was willing to stop. He was completely amazed that he was able to keep going so long, and when they finally did stop, she wouldn't let him out. Not that he minded. They fell asleep like that, twined together as one.
Hermione woke up when she heard Tom using the bathroom, and she stretched languidly in her bed. She wondered if he would stay with her tonight, or go to sleep in his own bed. She hoped he wouldn't leave; she enjoyed having his warmth beside her.
Tom stepped out and saw that her eyes were open. He stretched every muscle in his body before lazily crawling back in next to her. "Well, that was a good start, love. Care to try again?"
Hermione giggled. "Aren't you tired?" she asked.
"Are you?" he wanted to know.
"No, I feel—I feel very much alive at the moment," she admitted.
Tom kissed her as his hands began to roam again, and Hermione melted against him. She wanted the feel of him all over her, touching every part of her with every part of him. She wanted him so deep inside her that there could be no doubt that they were truly one being in that brief moment in time.
Time, she reflected. That's what this was, just a brief moment in time. Hell, the two of them were not even from the same moment in time, and that thought made her want him all the more. She wanted this to be the first of many moments for them, not just some brief encounter that had to end. If she could do it, she would spend every day forever in this man's arms.
Tom pressed Hermione's back into the mattress and slid inside her, and she clung to him for the eternity that was theirs. This little eternity of pleasure that she never wanted to let go of. Somehow, she vowed to herself, she would find a way for it to last.
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