Invictus [Tom Riddle / Tomione]

The Seer Stones

Malfoy dragged Dolohov's exhausted body out of the water, then immediately apparated them to Malfoy Manor.

Aurors showed up, insisting on searching the manor, but by then, Malfoy had safely hidden the escaped prisoner in a secret passageway, deep below the dungeons.

When the manor had been fully searched and law enforcement had left, Malfoy retrieved him and had the family healer assess him.

Aside from hypothermia, which he was given a potion to treat, he was diagnosed with permanent nerve damage.

They both knew it wasn't due to his stint in Azkaban.

"All this because you cast the wrong bloody spell. Why did you do it? Have you entirely lost the plot?" spat Malfoy.

Max shook his head. "They shouldn't have known, Malfoy. About morsmordre . It was that Dumbledore bitch. She was the cause of my arrest. Avery went by the potions shop and spoke with Mulpepper. She was there." He shook his head, his anger seething. "She knows too much. She's probably convinced Tom to spill it all. Can you imagine if the DMLE gets inside her head? They'll know everything ."

"He isn't that thick, Max. He wouldn't compromise us, even for her. You're overestimating her. He might be infatuated with a bit of cunt but our goals still remain."

Dolohov scoffed. "You're a thick one, Malfoy."

"He got you out, didn't he? Even though he said you were finished. That doesn't seem like someone who's changed allegiance."

Dolohov was quiet for a moment. "He said I could thank Walburga. Where is she?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "On holiday in France, with Ciggy. He's returned from Hogwarts for the summer."

"Get me an owl. I need to talk to her."

"You need to rest."

Dolohov reached out and snatched Malfoy forward by his collar. "Get me a bloody owl!"

Malfoy glared at him. "You'll be going to Albania, into hiding until we figure out what to do about your charges. Tom is running for minister, and perhaps he can-"

"I'm not going to Albania. I'm staying right here."

"You can't. You'll be discovered sooner or later. Every auror in Britain will be looking for you."

"I'm not leaving her. I'm staying."

"That will be up to Tom."

"To hell with Tom!"

Malfoy glared at him. "I've had enough of you. If it weren't for Tom, I'd turn you back over myself."

Dolohov's eyes took on a crazed glint. "He will marry her... the Dumblebitch. Then you'll be looking for another Dark Lord. Mark my words."

Malfoy was silent for several moments.

"Well, then... if that happens, perhaps I will reassess our position. But not before." He sneered at Dolohov, looking down his aristocratic nose at the haggard wizard. "I think you've got bigger things to worry about than Tom, don't you?"

Malfoy cut off any reply as he turned on his heel and walked out, his long ponytail swinging behind him.

Tom settled between Hermione's thighs. She stirred in her sleep, instinctually slipping her arms around his neck. He pressed his hard cock against her heat, sliding against her, creating tantalizing friction.

"Good morning," he murmured against her hair.

She hummed, slowly rising to consciousness. "Good morning," she whispered, her eyes still closed.