Obliviate

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Tom stared at his reflection, his eyebrows furrowed as he examined his body. He was toned compared to his roommates, a few inches taller. His eyes lowered further, was he impressive in that aspect? Would she care? He sighed running his hand over his face before leaning backwards off the edge of the prefects bath. The water was cold it made his skin burn in a weird way, his jaw clenched to hold the air in his lungs. Who was Hermione and what kind of spell did she have him under?

She sat in the window seat of the library once again. He watched for a few moments before approaching the strange girl.

"Fawley you're late," her eyes didn't look up and she made no noise of recognition. "Fawley?" He bent over to see what she was reading but that must have snapped her out of the trance because she slammed the book shut and stuffed it away before he could see any of it. "What was that?" He watched her eyes widened for a fraction of a second.

"Absolutely none of your concern Mar." His eyebrow raised, haven't he told her she could call him Tom? It felt as if he yearned to her it roll off her plump lips.

"Come on Fawley, it can't be so bad, you're reading in the library." She rolled her eyes and walked past him heading to the great hall. His long legs caught him up in no time. "Why won't you tell me 'Mione?" He gently bumped into her.

"Because you don't need to know," she stuck her tounge out making his mouth go dry.

"Fine, I'll drop it for now."

The next time he saw her reading the yellow book was from outside so he quickly summoned a broom and flew up to try and see through the window but the pages were warped, probably a protective charm. She was brilliant after all. After that he made it his goal to read that book.

He offered her access to the prefects bathroom and had an elf rummage through her things. Carried her bags checking for it. He religiously checked under the window seat in the library but still no luck. Finally on their Friday afternoon picnic he asked again.

"Mione, I've been wondering about that book you were reading." She choked on her pumpkin juice reddening slightly.

"I really wish you'd drop it Tom," his brows came together.

"Why? Is it bad? Dark arts perhaps?" She puffed a laugh and rolled her eyes.

"You honestly think I'd be interested in dark arts Tom?" He bit his lip, something inside him twisted, what would she think about his dabbling? She sighed and pulled the book out tossing it to him. "Just don't read it while I'm around, it's embarrassing." He smirked and put it away eager to dive into it later in the comfort of his bed.

Her hands were pined down to the desk, she could feel him growing between her legs pushing into her damp core.

Toms eyes were wide, Hermione was reading this? All week? He was getting... agitated and he had half the book left. His fingers twitched to wrap around himself. He found the images in his mind swapping the characters in the book for him and his witch. Oh the sensations he was feeling, was this normal? He read on trying to stay composed but silenced his bed in case.

"P..please, I need you to fill me up Simon." The man moved both of her frail wrists into one of his hands moving the other to her waist. The only thing keeping him from her wet folds were her lacie panties. His fingers hooked onto the soaked fabric and pulled down exposing her hidden pink lips. "Simon t..touch me." She whined impatiently.

Tom hoped Hermione wouldn't whine, although he probably wouldn't mind it too much coming from her.

Simon dipped a single finger into the shaven, glistening cavern causing Emily to moan.