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"Well, that was about as crazy a mission as I ever want to see again," Harry Potter commented when the group popped back into their office
at the Ministry. "Thanks a lot, guys, get Seamus to the infirmary right away, and report back to me when you know the status of his condition.
That'll be all."
"Yes sir, Mr. Potter, sir," they answered, and the extra Aurors left without another word.
"Tom, we need to discuss what just happened, I think," Harry said as he sat down in one of the chairs with a weary sigh. "Unforgivables
are illegal, you know?"
"Yes, I do," he said as he rolled his eyes. "I quite forgot myself just then. I've got such a temper, you know, and that woman really
sets it off."
"Well, if it makes you feel better she has that effect on most people," Harry told him. "But that's not what I want to talk about. I want to
know exactly what it was you just embedded in the wall of the Goyle's foyer."
"Oh, that," he said, his eyes hooded as he took a seat in the chair behind his desk. "Just a spying device I brought along for the occasion."
"You put a spying device in Goyle manor?" Harry scoffed. "How would you dare? I doubt it'd remain there more than a few hours at best with
so many good wizards in her employ."
"No, Potter, it's not your standard, every day device," he told him. "I wouldn't be so foolish as to make it that easy for them to find. I built
the thing out of a mirror, if you must know."
"A mirror?" Harry asked curiously. "Wait, is that why I often see you looking in mirrors, Tom? I always assumed you were just a little vain."
"Oh, ha ha, Potter," he said testily. "Hermione and I communicate with mirrors periodically throughout the day, if you must know. We've got a
couple of compacts we use. See, I keep it right here next to my heart, where it belongs."
Tom pulled a small compact mirror out of a pocket in his shirt to show it to Harry, then slipped it back inside again. Then he leaned forward
to open the drawer of his desk and pulled out the spying mirror he kept there. Harry stepped over to have a look.
"See, I can call up any one of the mirrors we've placed so far and see if there's anything going on that might be of interest. So far, Lucius
and I managed to put mirrors into the homes of about twelve purebloods we suspect are in league with Dolores," he explained. "I kept you in the
dark about it until I knew the plan would be a success, and now that we've tagged the Goyle household it looks like it's going to work."
"Brilliant," Harry commented as he took the mirror from Tom's hands to have a look. "This is Goyle manor, all right. That's great, Tom, really,"
he said, and then his face fell and he said, "Ew!"
"What is it, Harry?" Tom inquired, and Harry turned the mirror his way.
"In the bloody foyer? In the middle of the day, right after a battle?" Tom gasped as he stared at the glass in disgust. "Well, I guess we know
whether or not they actually do it."
"I was perfectly happy with my state of ignorance," Harry commented.
"What are you two going on about?" Lucius inquired as he stepped over to have a look. After a few moments of perusal, he said, "Good technique. I
never would have thought the man would be able to use a wall to such good effect."
"It's bloody Dolores Umbridge, you smarmy git," Harry pointed out as he covered his eyes and went back to his chair. "I don't want to look at
that right before my wedding night, and have it stuck in my head while I'm trying to consummate."
"I'm sure you and Ginny aren't waiting for your wedding night for that," Tom scoffed.
"Of course not, but that doesn't mean we aren't going to do it that night," Harry pointed out. "You did it on your wedding night, didn't you?"
"Oh, yes," Tom assured him with a grin as he put the mirror away. "Of that you can be sure."
"Then do allow me my moment," Harry chastised him. "I'm going to carry her over the threshold and everything, and then shag her right on the
floor as soon as she's in the door."
"Good plan," Tom told him as his fingers touched the compact at his heart in a way that made it clear he was remembering something quite
enjoyable about his wife. "I wonder if Hermione would have a go in the foyer and then on the living room floor, and then maybe the kitchen table
after that."
"Remind me not to take you up on any dinner invitations," Harry teased him.
The three of them chuckled as Seamus's cousin popped in and said, "Seamus is stable, Mr. Potter, but it's going to be a long day. There are at
least twenty bones that have to mend."
"Ugh! I know from personal experience that's not fun," Harry said. "Thanks for the report."
"No problem, sir," he answered, and popped out again.
"Well, we've done a fair bit of work for the day, gentlemen," Lucius commented dryly. "What say we all go on home early? I could use a nice meal."
"Here, here!" Tom and Harry said at the same time. And each man went home to their women with rather unchaste ideas for the afternoon dancing
in their heads.
"Tom Riddle, what on earth do you think you're doing?" Hermione inquired when he suddenly appeared behind her as she stood in the kitchen working
on the evening meal. "Hey, I was trying to get this chicken ready, let go!"
"That chicken can bloody well wait," he told her as his lips trailed kisses down her neck. He pulled her back against his front, and Hermione was
made well aware of his current level of interest in other matters.
"Tom!" she gasped as she tilted her head backwards and off to one side so he could better reach her throat with his questing lips and tongue. "Oh,
Tom!"
His hands had also begun a quest of exploration, and before Hermione knew it the buttons on her blouse were all undone, and his fingers were
playing at the front closure of the bra she had on. No more words needed, she turned around and slid her fingers into the front of his pants,
found no room, and unbuttoned his fly in one swift movement.
"Hermione, yes!" he growled as his lips claimed hers. He picked her up and carried her into the living room, lying her lovingly on the Persian
rug in front of the sofa. She giggled and tried to get up, moving toward the couch, but he caught at her hips and put her back. "Right here,
love," he told her with a playful grin.
"The servants could come in here," she reminded him with a slight blush. But that was about the end of her protests as he pulled her skirt up
around her hips and plunged his tongue into her mouth at the same time he pushed her underwear aside so he could plunge right in there as
well. "Oh! Wow! What's got you in such a state?"
"Never mind, love," he chuckled. "It's too long of a story for the moment."
"Mmm, nothing around here is too long," she teased. "It's just right."
"Thank you, my darling," he answered with a grin. "Now let's see what it can do."
The pair of them set to the task with a great deal of fervor then, making use of different pieces of furniture and positions for the next couple
of hours. Somehow they managed to avoid any servants' unwanted notice, but it was probably because they were making enough noise to inform anyone
who might have entered in plenty of time to take a different route.
"Hermione, I want it to be like this for us always," Tom told her as they lay curled into each other on the couch. "Do you think it can be?"
"Well, yes, but once we've got kids, we probably won't get away with it quite as much," she said breathlessly. "I mean, I never caught my parents
going at it when I was a kid, and I'm sure they loved each other just as much as we do."
"So what do you think they did while you were at school, or playing outside somewhere, hmm?" he teased her.
"Gross!" Hermione said with a shudder before she chuckled. "So is that the plan, then? Shag massively as soon as the little dears aren't looking?"
"Absolutely," Tom said with a huge grin as he moved so he was on top of her. He put her hips at a better angle, then entered her again as she
wrapped her legs around him. "Most definitely! Best plan ever—"
"Stop talking and fuck me already," Hermione commanded.
"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled, always willing to oblige in such matters. By the time they'd finished Hermione decided to magic the chicken into a
finished meal instead of cooking it Muggle-style. Tom didn't look like he was complaining as the two ate their meal beside a nice fire and then
cuddled there for the rest of the night.
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