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Riddle Manor 1951
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Tom woke up with a curly-haired witch in his arms. His witch. Her arm across his chest firmly held him even while she slept. He caressed her face with his knuckles pushing her curls behind her ear. She hummed in thanks. He smiled; she was beautiful and belonged to him. His eyes drank in her beautiful curves; she had on an emerald green nightgown so thin it left nothing to the imagination. Not that he would have to use his imagination; he had seen every part of his witch and had thoroughly worshiped all of her He was insatiable when it came to her; he needed to be near her, touching her, be inside her at all hours of the day. If he didn’t have plans for both their futures that would be sufficient for him.
But he did have plans, and tonight would be a start to them. They were both invited to one of the famous Masquerade Balls held at the House of Black. Every influential person he needed to sway would be there. He and his witch would charm them all. With his attractive looks and powerful cantor, as well as her extensive knowledge and bright smile. She was also very attractive but he didn’t want to think about how many wizard’s eyes would leer at her tonight. Since her birth, she belonged to him alone. The thought of any man thinking they could take what’s his made him violent. He couldn’t murder all of them. Well, he could, but tonight there would be only one murder.
He removed her tight grip on his chest as she murmured in sleep. She turned to lay on her back, her arm covering her eyes from the morning light that broke through their curtains. He moved to the end of the bed picking up her legs and placing them on his shoulders as he settled himself between them. He needed her to wake up, they had a long day ahead of them.
He could have gently shaken her or even woken her up with a kiss but this was his preferred method. With his hands, he slid her silk nightgown up to her stomach. He gripped one of her thighs, his other hand pressed firmly on her stomach. At the moment she was calm but soon she would be writhing with his attention. He took his first taste swiping his tongue from her entrance to her clit. She lifted her hips a little. He continued to just taste her, loving how her cunt was getting wetter with every swipe. Her sweetness coated his tongue, she tasted divine, his cock twitched, and he moaned into her core.
That woke her up.
She sat up and leaned on her elbows, her eyes heavy-lidded with sleep and lust.
“Tom! What are you doing?”
“ Isn’t it obvious,” he said and started to suck on her clit. Her hips jerked up, but he held her down.
“ Tom, please stop. We have a busy morning,” she said while grinding her cunt on his face. He laughed.
“ Well, let me speed up the process shall I?”
He removed his hand from her thigh.
He teased her entrance with his middle finger gathering all her wetness while he still sucked lightly on her clit. He then pushed into her tight walls which welcomed his long slim finger. He moaned when he felt her walls tighten around his finger and she was practically dripping. The gushing wet sounds as he thrust his finger in and out, making his cock swollen with need. He added another finger and she whimpered. Tom then started to increase the pace of his fingers. The combination sounds of her wet cunt mixed with her whimpers and pants was music to him. She was writhing under him like he knew she would, her clit becoming swollen with his attention. He gave one final deep thrust with his fingers rubbing that spongy bit inside her while he bit her clit. She pulled at his hair as she screamed and shook with her orgasm.
When she was coming down from her high she pulled him up to her and with her soft lips she met his wet swollen ones with a deep kiss. He ground his achingly hard cock into her soft body. He still had his thin sleep trousers on, he was about to slide them down when they heard a crack.
“ Master Riddle, Mistress Riddle,” their house elf Ninny greeted.
“ Ninny!” His witch screeched and pushed him off of her while fixing her nightgown.
“Good morning Mistress, you told me to wake you early today to prepare for your night at Black Manor, I have a hot bath ready for you,” Ninny said calmly.
“ Yes, Ninny thank you I’m awake now.” Tom scoffed. And was hit by a wandless stinging hex. Ninny bowed her head and with another crack was gone.
“ Tom, we have to be more careful.”
“This is my home I can sleep wherever I want.”
“Our home. And no you cannot, this is my room so leave.” She was guiding him to her door.
“Besides, Ninny knows about us,” he said, grabbing onto her hips and pushing her up against the closed door. He started to kiss her neck up to her ear.
“ We’ve been shagging like rabbits since we were eighteen. I’m sure she has seen us.” He felt her stiffen. He laughed.
“ Hermione,” he said as he cupped her smooth flushed cheeks with his hands.
“ It’s not that big of a deal house elves inbreed as well. I’m positive Ninny doesn’t care what we do.”
“Tom,” she warned.
“What? You don’t like that word,” he smirked at her.
“I do know that you like coming on your brother's cock though,” he whispered in her ear. She hit his shoulder.
“ Speaking of that,” he lifted her into his arms, bridal style. She yelped and grabbed a hold of his neck.
“ We have a bath to take, and you have a cock to suck.” She rolled her eyes while he apparated them to the bathroom.
Hermione was putting on her earrings in front of her mirror, their bath lasted longer than she thought, not that she was complaining she just wanted to be ready in time. She eyed herself and had her hair pulled up; some curls falling down her face. Satisfied with her look, she glanced at Tom’s reflection in the mirror, and watched him get ready. She smiled. What they were doing together she knew people wouldn’t understand but they couldn’t help it they had tried when they were younger but it was inevitable.
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Hogwarts 1944
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Hermione walked down her school's long hall heading to her early potions class. Slughorn loved her or rather loved her twin brother, so she wasn’t worried about being reprimanded. Speaking of her brother, Tom usually woke Hermione up for her classes. But this morning he hadn’t, maybe he knew she was tired from last night.
He was also the reason she was up late. He kept her up talking to her about all the plans he had for their future. Her brother was a very ambitious boy; he said they would rule the world together. He said with her by his side no one would be able to stop him. She told him wouldn’t his future wife be jealous he was taking over the world with his twin sister?
He laughed and said she’s the only woman he’s ever needed and will ever need. He then leaned in to kiss her cheek at the same time she turned to look at him and their lips touched. He stilled. Her heart stopped. She felt very warm all of a sudden. He turned quickly and bid her goodnight and swiftly moved up the stairs to his room. That was odd of him. But then again her brother was quite odd.
Hermione hated being late, which she never was especially this year since she was Head Girl she didn’t want to be a bad example for the younger years. Tom was also Head Boy so they shared a dormitory but today he decided not to wake her for some reason. She hurried to class and didn’t notice someone coming out of a broom closet causing her to collide right into a solid body.
“Ow.”
“Gavno!”
She felt two hands grip her arms to steady her.
“ Oh moya kapusta it’s you, “ said a deep voice. She looked up to see one of Toms's friends or rather one of his minions.
Antonin Dolohov was a seventh-year student like them. He was tall and lanky, had short hair and had big ears. His nose was rather large as well. But for some reason many girls liked him, maybe it was the idea of sleeping with a Russian. Hermione could see the appeal in that he also had a dimpled smile which would appear after he told Hermione all the scandalous things he’d do to her if she let him. He was charming in a way that made her roll her eyes but her brother warned her away from his “friend” and said he just wanted one thing from girls so let the Hogwart’s slags give it to him.
“ Dolohov,” she said in greeting while stepping out of his grasp.
“ Hermione,please call me Antonin I love hearing you say my name and hopefully one day…”
“ You’ll love to hear me scream it. Please come up with something new, you’re getting rusty.” She said while she passed him to head to class.
“ Hermione, wait! Let me walk you,” he said at the same time a sixth year with curly black hair also came out of the broom closet, her cheeks flushed bright red as she was fixing her pleated skirt.
“ Antonin, you said you would walk me to class!” said the disheveled girl.
“ What? You have transfiguration right?! It’s not far you’ll manage, have a good day Hannah,” he said while catching up to Hermione.
“I have Divination! It is far, and my name is Sophia!” she whined from down the hall.
Antonin kept pace with Hermione while she was moving swiftly through the halls. His long legs made it easy for him while she began to lightly pant.
“ So, moy kapusta, how are you this morning,” said the insistent Russian boy.
Hermione rolled her eyes again.
“ Why do you always call me ‘ my little steamed cabbage’? What if I called you ‘ my little spoiled sausage’?” She said irritated. He laughed then suddenly she was pushed into the wall while he caged her with his body.
“ First, I call you that because that’s what my Dedushka calls my Babushka and they have a very loving relationship.” He said while he twirled one of her curls around his finger. She once again rolled her eyes with this boy around, they would probably get stuck in the back of her head. He grabbed her chin and lifted it so their eyes met.
“ Secondly, if you ever called me your anything I would be the happiest man alive.”
His eyes were a piercing dark blue like a dark ocean filled with beautiful treasure. What he just said was probably the sweetest thing he or any boy has said to her. Tom has said sweeter but he was her brother. He was different.
“Thirdly,” he said while he bent his head to whisper in her ear.
“ I would ask why my sausage was spoiled? Was it because it was in your hot cunt for too long?” Hermione quickly shoved him off her; his stupid dimpled smirk on his face.
“ Must you always be a pig?!” She said finally only a few steps away from the potions classroom. He softly chuckled while following in behind her.
“ Miss Riddle, Mister Dolohov,” Professor Slughorn greeted them.
“A bit late today eh?” asked Professor Slughorn.
“I’m sorry Professor I overslept, it will not happen again,” she said feeling guilty.
“ I got lost in a broom closet Professor I’m deeply sorry,” Antonin said mocking a bow.
The whole class started to chatter and some boys whistled. She immediately knew why, they thought she was Dolohov's daily broom closet whore! Oh god no. She suddenly felt his hand on her lower back. She smacked him away and headed to her seat next to Tom. She looked up and met Tom’s sneer, it wasn’t at her but rather at Dolohov who was laughing with Lestrange as he sat down. She then looked to her occupied seat which was filled with the most annoying girl not only in the Slytherin house but the whole school. Walburga Black sat in Hermione’s seat next to Tom. Her long black hair gathered on one side so her pale neck was exposed. Hermione noticed dark marks on it. She looked at Tom who was now staring at her his eyes flashing a deep scarlet. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision.
“ Miss Riddle, please have a seat, you've already disrupted our class enough,” said Slughorn. Hermione moved to the last row in the back there she was partnerless and she got out her supplies.
Walburga Black, out of all the girls that threw themselves at Tom, why her? Hermione didn’t care if her brother had a girlfriend but why that girl; she was so annoying and snobby. She always had something to say about Hermione’s looks. ‘ Poor lil Hermione it’s a shame you’re the twin that came out ugly, how can an Adonis like Tom be related to you?’ Hermione hated the witch. Any chance to belittle her and Walburga would take it.
Before she knew it the class was finished. She’d spent the whole time wondering what the hell was going on with her brother. She packed her things and walked up to him, he picked up his bag and was about to leave when Hermione grabbed at his elbow to stop him.
“ Hey,” she said. His arm tensed and she let go of him. He turned to face her.
“Tom,” Hermione said. His eyes moved to her lips. Hermione’s breath was caught. It was always so easy to talk to Tom, almost like breathing. It was natural; it was meant to be but at this moment she felt a wall. What was he hiding from her?
“Tom,” said the annoying witch behind him. Hermione saw two skinny pale arms wrap around his waist from behind.
“ Come Tommy we are going to be late for our next class,” said Walburga, her voice muffled. Walburga then lifted Tom’s arm and went under it to lay it on her shoulder and held onto his waist tighter. She then lightly kissed his neck. Tom was unmoved, his eyes still on Hermione’s while Hermione’s were on the spot that Walburga just kissed. Hermione’s jaw tensed as she looked at Tom one last time, her brown eyes piercing his. She walked around them out of the classroom. Her anger took her swiftly down the halls trying to put as much distance as she can from herself and that fucking mess. Thank Morgana, Tom had divination next; Hermione got kicked out of divination when she called their teacher a sham. Tom said she was being childish but she stood firmly with her belief.
Hermione headed to the library. She had a free hour before her next class. She settled into her favorite spot, a secluded alcove lined with burgundy cushions that had a wide window that overlooked the forbidden forest. She opened her book and began to read, her eyes fighting to stay open. She decided she had time to nap so she wouldn’t doze off in class later. She burrowed into the cushions and transfigured one of the pillows into a blanket.
“Tom, please let me do this for you.”
Hermione scrunched her eyes, the sound of voices waking her up. She rubbed her eyes and looked outside toward the forest as the sun was getting low. Shit. She overslept. She got up and froze. Right next to her alcove was a bookshelf and on the other side were two armchairs that Tom and her would often study at. They were now occupied. Well, one of them was, Tom was sitting in his chair while Walburga was on her knees in front of him. Hermione’s eyes widened.
“Tom, please you’ve been so tense today let me help you,” Wally whined. Tom looked past Walburga and slightly nodded. She then slid her hands up his thighs and unbuckled his belt and trousers, pulled them down, and pulled out his cock. Hermione’s eyes went straight to it; she couldn’t focus on anything else. It was slightly bigger than the ones she’d seen before. Well, one. She had only seen Viktor’s when he came to visit her sixth year and they fooled around a bit. Tom had caught them and forbade her to talk to him. Which was silly. Forbidden her, like he owned her, it made her laugh at the time. She tried to write to Viktor but he never responded. He probably had many girls to occupy his time being a quidditch star and all.
Walburga grasped the limp shaft and started to stroke it.
“I understand your frustration, Tom, if I had an idiot twin sister like Hermione, I would be livid… ah!” Tom had wrapped his hand around her throat.
“Don’t. Ever. Say. Her. Name,” he threatened. Walburga whimpered. Tom grimaced and pushed her back down. Walburga cleared her throat and stroked his now hard cock.
Hermione wanted to leave but couldn’t look away. This was wrong. Her brother was having a private moment, with the most annoying witch at Hogwarts, but that shouldn’t matter. She should leave.
She stood.
Hermione watched as Walburga licked the tip of Tom’s cock. She placed it in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down. Hermione thought she looked like a chicken pecking at its feed. She wondered if Tom was enjoying it so she looked at his face, it was like he wasn’t even there as if his mind were somewhere else. He was looking at the armchair Hermione usually sat in and he smirked. Was he thinking about her … right now … well he was …
Hermione started to feel warm and a tightness in her core. What? Why? This wasn’t right, she needed to leave. She moved too quickly and pushed a book so it fell on the other side. Tom immediately caught her gaze and she gasped. Walburga didn’t hear so she kept on. Hermione was frozen now. Tom grasped Walburga's hair and pushed her head down while she gagged; his eyes never leaving Hermione’s startled gaze, his jaw then tensed as he came. Hermione ran.
She lay in her bed; her mind racing. Why had she overslept in the library? Why did she stay? Why did Tom stare at her? Why wasn’t she repulsed?
She tossed and turned all night and when she did finally sleep she wished she hadn’t. She dreamt about what happened in the library, but it wasn’t Walburga and Tom she had seen; Walburga was nowhere in sight.
Hermione was on her knees for Tom. Her hand grasped his thick shaft while she licked his swollen tip.
“Look at me,” said Tom. So she did and she relaxed her jaw opening wider so she could take in all of him while she held his gaze.
“Hermione,” he moaned. Her body felt warm. His moan went straight to her cunt.
“Hermione,” he said while he held her curls tight. His dark eyes pierced her soul.
“Hermione! Wake up!”
Hermione’s eyes flew open that same dark gaze staring at her.
“Tom? What are you doing here?” She felt dizzy from her dream and whatever fucked up feelings she was having lately.
“You sounded like you were having a nightmare so I came in to wake you. Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine. Please leave.”
“Hermione I think we should talk about ..”
“Please, leave,” she said sternly. His eyes showed defeat and he went to the door. He stopped before opening it.
“When you’re ready, we need to have a conversation,” he then left swiftly and closed the door behind him.
They didn’t need to do anything. She needed to distract herself and stop thinking of Tom that way. It was normal for pureblood families to intermarry. But they were half-bloods and they were also twins. It was wrong. No matter how much she wanted it. She couldn’t admit it aloud and she didn’t want to talk to Tom about it. So she needed to find a distraction. He would probably be disgusted at the sinful thoughts she had of him.
She doesn’t remember when it officially started. Was it while they were still at the orphanage? Was it when he ordered his basilisk to murder Myrtle Warren because she had called Hermione ‘an annoying know-it-all’? Was it when he killed their father after he rejected them both? Or was it immediately after when he made his second Horcrux out of the Gaunt ring and swore to her he would find an object worthy enough to put her soul in so that even death could not separate them?
She got up and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower and get her thoughts in order. While the ice-cold water pricked her hot skin she thought. What could she do to stop this appalling attraction to her twin brother? She couldn’t stop talking to him; he would be livid. Her mind raced. She could find someone else to distract her; someone who has been pining at her and would jump at the chance.
She entered the great hall and went straight to her target.
“Dolohov,”
“ Yes, Kroshka?” he smirked at her. The other boys noticed her and listened to their conversation. She sat next to Dolohov. He picked up his goblet to take a drink.
“I need your help, Antonin, the Impervious charm is giving me trouble and I was wondering if you could help me with wand movements?” she said, trying on a sultry voice. He choked on his pumpkin juice.
“…. Uh… I’m sorry. You said you need my help? I mean obviously, I am going to help you but you have the second top marks in our year. And your brother is the first,” said Dolohov.
At this moment Tom got to their table and sat for breakfast.
“What’s going on? Tom asked while he noticed how close Hermione was sitting to Dolohov. She grabbed Antonin’s hand and stood up, taking him with her.
“ Oh, nothing Tom, Antonin here has graciously agreed to help me with my charms spells,” said Hermione. Tom glared at Antonin. Then, he looked at Hermione.
“Hermione, I will help you. Sit and eat.”
“I’m not your little pet Tom. Don’t command me like one. And I’m sure you have a “library date” with Walburga.” Hermione continued to leave the great hall all while still grasping tightly to Antonin’s hand. He cleared his throat.
“ Um... Hermione, not that I mind you dragging me away but is everything all right between you and Tom? I’m surprised he didn’t Avada me just now with the way he was looking at me,” said Antonin.
“ We are fine.”
“ Ok… so where are we going?”
“I know a place where we can practice in private.”
“Oh, well let’s hurry then Kroshka,” he said with his stupid attractive smile.
She knew where she wanted to take him; it was a secret room she and Tom had stumbled upon. Inside was a mirror which they discovered showed your deepest desire. Tom told her he had just seen them both together, just older. She couldn’t tell him what she had seen; he wouldn't understand, there was something wrong with her.
She pulled Antonin into a rarely used corridor; they took a stairwell to the last floor and she pushed the door open and dragged him in.
“What the hell is this place I’ve never seen it before?” he said while examining the room. It was a wide-open space; there was a small loveseat and table in the corner. Tom and her had set them up so they could study in peace when they were in their sixth year; they hadn’t been back since then.
“Just a room where we won’t be interrupted,” she said while she walked closer to lay her hands on his toned chest and slid them up to his shoulders.
“Moy bog, Hermione, what are you doing?!” he said while he gripped her hips with both hands.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and tip-toed to reach his ear.
“ I may have lied when I said I needed help with charms. I need help with something I know you will give me,” she said then she kissed right below his ear.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “ I’m dreaming this can’t be real.” He tightened his grip on her hips. She then kissed his neck while she pushed him against the wall roughly.
“I promise you this is real Antonin,” she said against his neck as he shuddered. She leaned back and started to undo his tie and top buttons so she had better access to his throat. She scratched his now-exposed throat.
“Oh fuck, Hermione why now? I’ve been wanting you for as long as I can remember,” he struggled to talk. She thought this would be much simpler but he was talking way too much. She sighed and pushed him away.
“Oh never mind I was looking for something to destress myself. But you are making this too complicated,” she said walking to the door. This was a stupid idea.
“ Wait,” he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards him. He then turned her so her back was against the wall as he surrounded her with his tall frame. He tipped her chin up with his hand then pulled her closer so their lips were a breath apart.
“ I was just caught by surprise, but I know what you need now and I will give that to you soblaznitel'nitsa as many times as you can handle,” he said against her lips.
“Please,” she said against his; he groaned and then pressed his lips to hers roughly. His kiss was all need and desperation. He kissed her like she was his last breath, wanting to savor and make it last. He licked the seam of her lips and she opened so she could feel his soft tongue on hers. He gripped the back of her hair pulling her even closer to deepen the devouring kiss. She moaned as he pressed against her and she felt his hard length. She palmed it with her hand. He moaned into her mouth. He lifted her chin so he could kiss her neck.
“Fuck Hermione, ty takaya krasivaya,” he whimpered against her neck as she stroked him outside his trousers.
“You like that,” she said.
“I love it,” he growled as he cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing right over her nipple till he saw it harden under her thin blouse.
“Fuck, you're not wearing a bra next time please just Crucio me if you want to torture me.” She laughed and he looked at her smiling. He then started to unbutton her blouse, kissing her chest every time more of it was exposed. Once he threw it off her he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue slowly swirling around it. He knew exactly what he was doing and she felt her cunt pulse with need. He was the right choice for a distraction.
He caressed her thigh before trailing his hand to her knickers. They were drenched. He leaned his forehead against hers while he waved his hand over her cunt vanishing her knickers.
“ Wow impressive, I bet all your broom closet slags love it,”she said as he laughed and his hand cupped her cunt. He took a deep breath.
“ I’ve never done that to them. They usually take them off themselves while they beg for me to touch them. ”
“Good for them,” she said as he looked at her sternly and smirked, his middle finger teasing her entrance.
“ Fuck, you’re dripping for me Kukla,” he grabbed her hips and turned the both of them around. Then he just turned her around and brought her to him so her back was against his chest. They were now facing the Mirror of Erised. This was working out perfectly for her.
“I want you to watch as my fingers fuck your perfect cunt,” he said against her neck. She wondered if that’s what he saw in the mirror; just them. She felt guilty for using him like this but he would get over it he did say he had girls begging for him. He unzipped her pleated skirt and it dropped to the floor. He then teased her clit with two fingers, then she spread her legs granting him access to her cunt he immediately thrust his middle finger into her cunt her walls pulsing around it, he added another finger and used his thumb to rub her clit she lay her head on his shoulder and moaned. He then used his other hand to grab her chin so she could watch them in the mirror. She moaned even louder. Because it wasn't Antonin she saw knuckles deep in her cunt.
It was Tom.
She knew it would be, that’s why she picked this room. She watched as Tom kissed her neck. Her whole body shook with need. She needed him more than anything. His fingers thrust deeper into her. She was close. She looked at Tom in the mirror. He was looking at her now with his dark eyes and a wicked smile.
“Cum for me love,” Antonin said but she saw Tom mouth the words and that did it for her. She shook with her orgasm. When she settled down she felt a little better.
She turned to face Antonin.
“Thank you, Dolohov, that was helpful,” she smirked at him and he laughed.
“Glad to be of service, Miss Riddle,” he said with a mock bow. She looked at the bulge in his trousers. She bit her lip and sighed.
“Antonin I’m sorry but I don’t think I have time to … help you…but I do owe you.”
“It’s fine Hermione,” he cupped her cheek.
“Hearing you moan like that will help my lonely nights for weeks,” Antonin said and gave her a chaste kiss. She guided them to the door and opened it to leave.
“Lonely?? What about all the begging girls?” He laughed then put his hand to his lips.
“ None of them taste like you,” he said while he sucked the fingers that were soaked from her cunt.
“What the fuck is going on?!” said an enraged voice. As they entered the corridor.She froze.
“Tom,” said Antonin. “ I was just helping your sister with …um…. Her charms, she said she needed help so I helped and I think….”
“ He fingered me in there, I was stressed and he helped. I would have loved for it to be in the library but I didn’t know if it was occupied or not?” She glared at Tom. Why did he seek her out? Didn’t he have to get sucked off but Walburga somewhere.
“What?” he seethed. Tom's eyes flashed red. They did that when he was about to lose his temper. She grabbed onto his shoulders now concerned. Why was he so angry?
“Tom, it's ok he didn’t hurt me.” He backed away as if her touch stung him and grabbed Antonin by his shirt and dragged him back into the room.
“Tom what are you…”
“Hermione,” he said in warning. “ Don’t worry, your punishment will come as well but first,” he said as he threw Antonin roughly on the floor.
“ Crucio! ”
“Tom! Stop please,” she said as she tried to push him away but he was solid as stone. He lifted the curse while Antonin writhed in pain.
Tom aimed his wand at an armchair and it whooshed over knocking Hermione into it.
“ Incarcerous .” Ropes bound Hermione to the chair.
“Tom what in the bloody…”
“ Silencio .” She was unable to speak now. How dare he. He never used any spell against her before. Her eyes widened when she looked at his they weren’t flashing red now they were just red, a deep scarlet unchanging she had never seen him like this ever.
He turned his wand to Antonin again. Grabbed his collar to lift him up so he was staring into his eyes.
“ Legilimens ,” whispered Tom. They stood like that for a few moments then Tom threw Antonin on the floor again.
“ Crucio !”
Antonin withered in pain once again. Hermione deeply regretted choosing him; she didn’t think this would happen. While Tom still held the curse he kicked Antonin’s hand, the one that had brought her to orgasm, not ten minutes ago, and lifted his foot and brought it down hard on the hand. She heard bones cracking as Tom repeated that action three more times. Antonin’s screams echoed throughout the room.
Tom lifted the curse. Antonin curled into himself holding his hand to his chest.
“If I ever see you so much as take a glance in her direction I swear I will kill you Dolohov no matter who is there to witness. Now leave!”
Antonin struggled to get up and stumbled to the door.
Hermione fought against the ropes. Tom turned toward her. He waved his hand and she was free she got up and pushed him away and tried to yell at him but she was still silenced. He laughed. She glared at him.
He stepped in front of her and grabbed her shoulders pushing her to the wall harshly. His hand slid to her throat and lightly grasped it.
“Hermione,” he said as he laid his forehead on hers. She continued to glare at him because he didn’t take the stupid curse off. He smiled. She hated how beautiful he was as if he was made to torture her. The thing she admired most right in front of her but she couldn’t have it.
“ Finite .”
“Tom! How dare you curse me! You said you would never! I can’t believe you!” He tightened his hold on her throat she swallowed. Her body felt warm again.
“You were flailing around, I had to, Antonin needed to be punished.”
“Why?” She managed to get out even though his hold on her throat was tight. She didn’t mind it at all. He brought his lips to her ear.
“Because he touched what didn’t belong to him.”
Her body shuddered. What was he saying? She was done with his subtlety; she needed to know if he felt how she did.
“Who do I belong to?” she said. His still scarlet eyes stared into her brown ones.
“ You’re mine.” The way he said it as if it was a fact as if it was written in stone made her shiver.
“And who do you belong to?” she asked nervously. He lightly chuckled.
“I belong to who I have always belonged to.”
“Tom,” she warned. She needed a straight answer.
“I’ve been yours since it was decided we were to be split in two, we are one and the same my blood is yours and your blood is mine.”
“Then why did you take Walburga of all people to our spot,” said Hermione.
“I’m guessing for the same reason you brought Dolohov here,” his jaw tensed.
“And what was that reason …. Tell me … please,” she said as he eyed her lips at her pleading.
“The reason being that when I look in that Mirror,” he turned his head toward the Mirror of Erised.
“I see myself fucking my sister till she’s screaming my name, I see her having my cock shoved down her beautiful throat, having my lips explore every part of her body.” Hermione shook; she was overwhelmed, her eyes started to water.
“I’m I right in assuming we both did it as a distraction thinking the other didn’t reciprocate the same feelings?” She nodded a tear falling down her cheek. He swiped it with his thumb and brought it to his lips and sucked lightly on his thumb. She whimpered.
“Tom,” she pleaded. He quickly crashed his lips into hers. She felt dizzy. This was everything. His hand tightened around her throat as he deepened the mind-altering kiss. His tongue explored her mouth claiming it as his. His kiss was all obsession and possession. It was life. She felt complete. They never should have been separated. They were meant to be one. She slid her hands up his body and gripped his curls tightly in her hand. He moaned and it went straight to her cunt. He pulled away breathing heavily.
“Hermione I’m going to fuck you now, I’ll have you regretting ever trying to deny your feelings for me,” she scoffed because he did the same. But she wouldn’t deny him, she wanted; needed this and needed it now.
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Riddle Manor 1951
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Hermione was just about ready to go; she just needed help zipping her dress.
“Tom,” she called. He walked into her room looking as dashing as ever. It was unfair he just had to put a nice suit on and he was gorgeous. While she took hours to tame her curls and decide what to wear.
“Yes, love.”
“Could you zip me up,” she said pointing at her back. He smirked at her. Slid his hand down her back until he got to the zipper and zipped her up all while he kissed her neck.
“Tom please, we just shagged twice in the bath, thank Merlin because I don’t want you taking me into a dark corner at the Black Manor and fucking me against the wall.” He laughed.
“Oh, Hermione, believe me when I say that is exactly what is going to happen tonight, we do have other important matters to attend to but that will be one of them,” he said as he kissed her temple. She shook her head. He was insatiable, you would think he would get tired of her but he never did and she didn’t think he ever would. They were meant for each other, she needed him as much as he needed her.
“Before we go, I have something I want you to wear,” he said as he laid a heavy locket on her chest and clasped it on. She picked it up to examine it, it was beautiful and enchanting, she couldn’t look away.
“Tom, where did you get this, and more specifically who did you get it from?” she asked him sternly.
“Don’t worry where, or who I got it from. It was always meant to be ours. It’s Salazar Slytherin’s locket, hence why it belongs to us.”
“Fine,” she said shrewdly. Why wouldn’t he just tell her how he got it? He put his arm across her waist from behind.
“Hermione, please just wear it, it looks beautiful on you,” he whispered in her ear. She moaned as he kissed her neck. He never said please, he must really want her to wear this locket.
“You usually don’t want me to wear anything,” she turned her head to look at him, he kissed her deeply.
“Oh, by the end of this night you will be wearing nothing but this,” he said against her lips. She got chills, he was too alluring. Damn him.
They grabbed their masks for the ball. He held onto her waist with his possessive grasp.
“You ready?”
“Yes.”
He apparated them to Black Manor, they had a Masquerade to attend.