Invictus [Tom Riddle / Tomione]

Stakeout

Hermione woke the next morning to the warmth of sunlight streaming into her bedroom. She rose to consciousness slowly, feeling content, with the heavy sensation of strong arms wrapped around her waist.

Her eyes flew open and she looked down to see arms she knew all too well. Regardless, she nearly jumped away, but his arms tightened around her, preventing escape.

"Good morning," he said huskily, his voice rough with sleep.

She swallowed, feeling somewhat alarmed. She supposed that unnerved feeling would never go away when it came to Tom.

"You..." she gulped. "You broke through my wards?"

"Obviously," he chuckled.

Despite herself, she smiled. Despite everything, she was thrilled to wake and find him here. Perhaps she had worried he'd be angry about her part in imprisoning his death eaters. She hadn't seen him since the day before the arrest.

She felt his hand on her hip, guiding her onto her back. Then he climbed over her, and he lowered his mouth to her bare shoulder, then her throat, sucking gently, wetting her skin with his tongue. Hermione began to tremble with anticipation, his scent reawakening memories and a deep desire in her core. His inky black hair was slightly mussed, and she ran her hands through it, savoring the soft feel of it between her fingers.

He lifted his head, and their eyes met. His smiled back at her.

"I killed Tuft."

Hermione froze, her eyes wide.

The silence was heavy.

He reached out and brushed a stray curl from her face and tucked it behind her ear.  "Is it a dealbreaker?"

Hermione swallowed. Before she even realized she was answering, before she'd even really thought it through, she breathed shakily, "No."

His mouth suddenly took hers, and his tongue was in her mouth, exploring, tasting her.

His fingers bit into her legs as he pulled her thighs apart and settled in between them. She realized in that moment that he was naked, his cock hard and thick, shocking her with its heat against her knickers.

With a growl of frustration and a wave of his hand, he'd vanished them completely.

Then he waved his hand again, and Hermione felt a warmth spreading through her core. She furrowed her brows and twisted her thighs slightly.

"You know the lubrication charm?"

"Of course." He smirked and winked. "I've never needed it, have I?"

She rolled her eyes, but gasped a moment later as he lifted her and threw her onto her stomach. His fingers wrapped around her hips and jerked her upward onto her knees, then pushed her silky nightgown aside.

"I thought it might be necessary this morning, as I've no intention of being gentle with you."

Hermione's stomach turned flips. She felt the heat of his cock pressing against her entrance.

"Any last words?" he murmured, rubbing her backside admiringly.

She turned and gave him a challenging smile. "Don't go easy."

Tom's lips curled into a frightening grin.

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Hermione winced slightly as she took her seat at her cubicle later that morning. She had a pile of reports on her desk to go through, and a tray of vials filled with memories siphoned from muggles in various countries. They had been brought by a confederation official this morning and she was tasked with replaying them in the pensieve, then corroborating them with one another, and editing their respective reports appropriately.