Summary: It was a game for her, but something much more severe to him.  Tom and Hermione elite jewel thieves and there seems to be a bit of a rivalry, and maybe something more.  “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.” Prompt from @weestarmeggie17 on Tumblr.

Pairings: Hermione/Tom

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Tom listened closely as deft fingers moved the combination this way and that.  He was an artist when it came to safes, and there was a sense of peace as he worked with a single focused mind.

He smiled to himself as the safe opened to him like they all did and opened it greedily.  He was after the famous diadem of Ravenclaw, and he had finally tracked it down to the old bitty’s collection.  He was just a breath away from getting it after a five-year search.

When he opened the door, his eyes moved over stacks of jewels and frowned as he didn’t see it at first.  Then he smiled again as he noted the velvet box tucked into the back was just the right side.

He reached passed all the other treasures and picked up the box with delight.  It was finally his! He opened the box happily and almost growled as he found a led weight and a red notecard with two simple words on it.

Thanks Honey

He was going to kill her.  He recognized the little calling card, and it wasn’t the first time he had gotten a little note from her.  But this time she had gone too far.

He took the card and shoved the rest of the box back into its place.  Oh no, he wasn’t leaving any evidence for the cops to find when someone finally noticed the diadem was missing.  No no. She was his.

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She was in a good mood as she entered her London flat.  It was good to be home, and she couldn’t help but be pleased with herself that she had gotten to yet another piece right out from under his nose.

She went to put down her luggage only to find him sitting in a chair in her living room as if he owned the place.

“Tom.” She said casually as if his presence so soon after her heist didn’t rattle her in the least.

“Where is it, darling?”  He asked without taking his eyes off of her.

“Where’s what?”  She asked in an innocent tone, but she couldn’t keep the smirk from her lips.  She did love to rub things in just a little

“You know what.”  He said as he stood slowly with a menacing aura around him.  “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”

“Already with the buyer honey.”  She said sweetly, as she decided to make herself a drink.  There was nothing he could do to her.

Tom tried to contain his displeasure with the situation, but it was pretty clear he would be out for blood.

“It’s only business; you shouldn’t take it so personally.”  She said as she poured them each a sifter of excellent brandy.  Only the best for the two top jewel thieves in the world.

“I want the diadem.”  He said as he took the glass from her as he tried to control his anger.  “You’re going to tell me exactly who this buyer is.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head.  “And have them think that I open my mouth?”  She shook her head.

His free hand slipped effortlessly around her neck, and he squeezed just a bit. Her breath caught as she looked into his burning eyes.

“You’re going to tell me, Hermione.”  He told her, as he moved in very close to intimidate her.

“I’m really not.”  She answered as she would not be intimidated.

He downed his drink and set the glass on the bar behind her, his body leaning further into hers.  “Tell me, and save yourself a lot of pain.”  He promised in a low whisper against her ear.

“That’s not how this game works Tom.”  She answered with a smirk before nipping at his ear playfully.

“Have it your way, but know, this time you’ve pissed me off.”  His other hand moved into her curls before he pulled her into a savage and violent kiss.