Hermione's Riddle

Tom's Birthday Surprise

Tom sat on the edge of his bed, the book he was currently borrowing from Dippet on his lap. The book didn't offer a whole lot of proof on the splitting of souls but it did offer up some sound theories. Theories that could explain a lot about his physical changes and even the migraines he had been experiencing.

There was a theory that stated the possible change in a physical characteristic, such as hair or eye color, when a soul was split. There was also a theory about wrongly splitting up a soul. It stated that if the witch or wizard performing a soul splitting spell should ever split off a part larger than necessary then it could cause that split soul to gradually grow into its own form. Nausea, migraines, dizziness, and blackouts were possible signs the witch or wizard would feel as the separate piece of soul grew stronger.

It was too bad that these were just theories. It would prove more useful for Tom if the book contained hard facts. But there wasn't a whole lot of information on Horcruxes or other soul splitting spells since they were considered a part of the dark arts-in other words, forbidden.

"Tom."

"Hmmm?" Tom continued to look over the book on his lap.

"Do you know what today is?" asked Hermione.

"My birthday," said Tom absentmindedly.

Hermione huffed from where she stood in the entrance of his door. "Tom, would you look at me." Tom hid his amusement at her irritated tone and obliged her. His jaw became slack and he felt himself instantly harden when he laid eyes upon her.

Hermione stood in the center of his doorway. Her hair was a mass of untamed curls and her face was flushed crimson. She was dressed in nothing but black, lacy undergarments. If this was what girls of the future wore underneath their clothes then he could certainly understand the appeal of why men so desperately wanted to undress their women in private.

She fidgeted and bit her lower lip nervously. The action was enticing enough to cause Tom to stand up from where he sat. The book on his lap fell to the floor with a dull thud.

When Tom spoke, his voice came out husky and he could hear the faint sound of a growl low in his throat. "I thought we were saving this part for a later time?" He distinctly remembered Hermione telling him that there would be no love making in their relationship until they have been dating for a while. When he had agreed to her terms, he had been willing to wait until marriage. Now, he was thinking that rationalization was the dumbest thing he had ever done. He was starting to see what Fleamont found so appealing about this simple, animalistic behavior.

Hermione moved her head subtly, her chin quivering with nervousness. "We are. I-I didn't know what to get you as a present and. . ." Her voice died out and her face turned an impossible shade of red. He paused in his wake of stalking over to her and tilted his head. She cleared her throat and gave a nervous chuckle. "I thought we could use a lesson in pleasure. No sex-just pleasure."

Tom came to a stop a hair's breadth away from her. "I'm always up for a lesson." Before she could say anything else, or Merlin forbid, change her mind, Tom picked her up in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed. Merlin, he wasn't going to be able to wait until marriage to take this witch.

He walked them over to his bed and dumped her down onto the mattress. He then climbed on top of her. Unsure of exactly what to do, he took her lips with his. She opened her mouth to him and he slid his tongue in. Hermione wrapped her legs back around his waist and ground into him. His cock grew heavier and begged to be released. Then Hermione did something that should have been expected. She reached down and grabbed one of his hands and slid it up to her breast.

Wanting to be able to read her actions and to know the best way to please his little witch, he used legilimency on her. An image of him suckling her breast popped into his mind. Not wanting to disappoint, he trailed hot kisses down her chin and neck. Using a wordless spell, he made her bra disappear. Her nipples were already hard pearls. Her body was just as eager for his touch as his was for hers.

. . . .

Hermione cried out in pleasure when Tom took a nipple into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around her hard peak before grazing it with his teeth. "Tom!" Her broken shout caused him to suckle even harder.

She lifted up her hips and ground them into Tom, his hardness greeting her from underneath his pants.

Tom released her nipple. Hermione whined in protest. He trailed nibbling kisses across the valley between her breasts before assaulting her other nipple.

Hermione felt heat pool between her legs and a need for sudden release filled her head.

Somehow sensing her need, Tom trailed hungry kisses down her stomach until he reached the edge of her panty line. He tucked his fingers underneath their hem and yanked down, exposing her to him.

Hermione opened herself up to him. Instead of putting his finger inside her like she thought he would, he lowered his head down and flicked out his tongue. She cried out when he flicked it over her clit.

He gave her no time to catch her breath as he devoured her. He worked his tongue in wide loops causing Hermione to sit on the precipice of her orgasm. "Tom!" She cried out, desperately needing a release, needing more.

He raised his head and looked her in the eye with hunger. As he licked his lips, he dove not one, but two fingers inside of her then began thrusting. He plowed in and out of her at a fast rate. She felt her walls clutch just as her orgasm swam through her. Her hips rose farther off the bed and her shoulder blades dug into the mattress as she cried out in sweet release.

Before she had the chance to catch her breath, Tom lifted her up onto her knees. He unhooked his slacks and slid them down, revealing his hard shaft. Hermione gulped as she took in his size. He smirked at her before lowering her head down with his hand.

Unsure of what to do, she hesitantly darted her tongue across the tip of his shaft. She was pleased when he shuddered. Mustering up enough courage, she took him inside of her. It was such a tight fit and she could barely swallow.

"Again," whispered Tom. Hermione did as she was told and swallowed. He shuddered inside of her mouth.

The hand on the back of her head curled into her hair. Not-so-gently, he held her head in place as he pumped his hips, sliding out then slamming into her. He was ruff and so unlike his usual mannered self. Would he be just as wild when they decided to have sex? Hermione felt herself growl at the thought.

"Bloody hell," the curse coming from Tom's lips shocked her. He removed himself from her just in time for his seed to spill out onto the bed.

She looked up at him with fluttering lashes. His breathing was ragged and his skin was flushed. His gorgeous eyes were shut and his long lashes casted shadows across his cheeks. She did that?

"Is it so hard to believe that you could?" asked Tom.

Hermione's eyes widened when she realized what was happening. "You used legilimency!"

Tom nodded, his breathing slowing down to normal. "It was an experience like no other. To see what you needed. To feel what you felt."

"Can you teach me?" Hermione knew how to use legilimency, sort of. But being able to use Tom's subtle form excited her. Especially if it could be used during times like these.

Tom looked at her through slitted eyes. "Of course, my little witch."