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A little before my work week

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I figured I would post what I have been up to before I’m whisked away into a busy week of cooking Monday.  So here is the next chapter of Sound of Submission, just for my lovely readers!  Also, hope everyone has been enjoying the random drabble posts!

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His Plan

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Summary: Prompt by @weestarmeggie17 on Tumblr: “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.

Pairings: Hermione/Tom

Warnings: BDSM, Exhibition, Teasing

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.


“If you pull over we will be late.”  She countered, and there was a challenge in her voice.

“Two weeks.”  He amended as he pulled onto an exit ramp and just moved onto the shoulder of the road.

“What are you doing?!”  She gasped not thinking for an instant he had been serious.

“This is an obvious cry for attention,”  Tom said as he got out of the driver’s seat and moved around the car.

Before she could think of how to respond to that, Tom had pulled her from the car as well and soon had her bent over the hood.

“Tom!” She gasped, wiggling against him as he pushed her skirt up over her ass.  “Tom people can see!” She said noting that they had pulled onto a well-used exit.

“You should have thought of that.”  He said as he held her down with one hand and loosened his belt with the other.

“I’m sorry.”  She gasped knowing full well what would come next.

“You will be.”  He promised, and she could feel the leather brush against her ass.

“Tom!”  She whimpered one last time right before the first strike came down upon her skin.

“What did you say?”  He hissed pausing his punishment as he waited for her answer.

“I mean my Lord!”  She gasped knowing the slip was going to cost her.

“Better.  Now thank your Lord for his punishment.”  He ordered waiting.

‘Thank you for my punishment, my Lord.”  She and turned to hide her face over the mass of curls, so she didn’t have to see if anyone slowed to watch her humiliation.

“Good girl.”  He said right before he gave her another smack with his belt.

The whipping continues until she was sure her butt was going to fall off.  Her lace knickers didn’t give much of a shield, in fact now that she was sure Tom had bruised every inch of her rear it only served to irritate the tender skin.

She knew the punishment was over when she could feel his fingers stroke her sex.  He tested her after every punishment, and she knew it was mostly to make it clear to her how much it had turned her on.

“Get back in the car.”  He ordered and let her go.

She whimpered and looked back at her boyfriend and Master.  “Please?” She asked as the punishment was only ever foreplay for them.

“My time pet, unlike you I don’t show the goods to every commuter.”  He told her darkly, just to make her blush.

The rest of the four-hour road trip was going to be a hellish mix of desire and pain, just as he planned.

Secret Flowers

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Summary: Anonymous Prompt: “Tom Riddle is in love with his teacher Hermione Granger

Pairings: Hermione/Tom

Warnings: Fluff

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.


The first flower that appeared on her desk that year was a Gloxinia.  It was the second day of school, and she found the single purple flower rimmed in white.  She couldn’t help but smile at the pretty thing, and she kept it on her desk in a vase.

When that flower started to wilts the next was a red tulip, and that too seemed like an odd choice, but she went on with her lessons keeping each flower as it came.  She enjoyed the sweet little gestures as they arrived.

She figured it was a student, but as the flowers came without a note, she decided to let the person stay anonymous.

“What’s that?”  Hermione looked up at Neville as he leaned the doorway.

“My weekly flower.”  She said holding up a blue violet.  She thought it might be her favorite so far.

“He’ll always be true.”  He said with a fond smile.

‘What?”  She asked with a laugh.

“The blue violet.  It means watchfulness, and that the giver will always be true.”  He said in a teasing way.

“What?”  She asked blinking at her friend.

“Flowers have meaning Hermione.  I thought you would know that.”

“I teach trigonometry.”  She said as she looked at the flower in her hand.  “What does the Red tulip mean?” She asked curiously.

“Red is a declaration of love,”  he said with a laugh. “Do you have a secret admirer?”  he asked seeming pleased with the idea.

“Maybe.  All my kids are brilliant.”  She said blushing as she wasn’t sure if she should keep displaying the flowers.

“It’s harmless Hermione.  Only a flower.” Neville promised to ease her mind.

After that, she looked up the meaning of every flower, and they all meant to love in one way or another.  It was sweet and kind, and after a while, she didn’t think much about it.

“Have a good holiday Mr. Riddle.”  She told Tom as he headed for the door.

“You too Miss Granger.”  He said stopping as another man wondered in her doorway.

“You ready to go ‘Miony?”  He asked with a goofy grin on his face.

“In a moment Ron.”  She said smiling at her boyfriend before turning back to collect the last of her things.

“That kid has an attitude,”  Ron said as he looked down the hall.

“Tom?”  She asked frowning.  “He’s brilliant.” She said shaking her head.  “My best student.” She said as she walked over and kissed Ron before they headed home.

When they returned from holiday, her classroom had been vandalized.  With marigolds thrown on every surface. She frowned as she looked at her once most sacred place and she couldn’t help as her eyes glazed over.

“Miss Granger?”  Tom asked as he came to see what was wrong.  “Are you okay?” He asked as he looked over what the vandals had done.

“Look at what they did to our classroom.”  She sighed and took Tom’s hand as she shook her head.

“Would you like help to clean it up?”  He asked carefully.

She smiled at him squeezed his hand.  “Thank you, Tom. That would be appreciated.”

It was comforting having him there as they cleaned everything.  It has looked much worse than it was. Hermione leaned down and picked up one of the marigolds.  She knew exactly who had done this, they had all but signed the deed.

She went over to her desk where she had the book on the language of flowers and looked for the flower’s meaning.

“Cruelty?”  She asked the air and her frown only deepened.

“More like grief and jealousy.”  Tom corrected making her look up at him.  “I thought about it, and I was going to put this on your desk if you hadn’t already seen.”  He added as he pulled a carefully wrapped flower from his bag and placed it on the desk next to her.

She unwrapped it and pulled out the purple hyacinth.  “It means I’m sorry.” He told her, so she didn’t have to look it up.

“Tom.”  She said with a sigh, sounding more tired than angry to her ears.

“I’m a senior Miss Granger, Hermione.  I know school rules don’t permit such a thing.  But you are the most brilliant woman I’ve ever met and the only teacher here worthy of my time.”

“Mr. Riddle, this isn’t appropriate.”  She said as she looked up to find he was looking at her with an intensity he usually reserved for call discussions.  “Not only because of school rules, but I have a boyfriend.”

“He’s an idiot that makes you cry.”  He pressed. “But I can wait, Miss Granger.  I am nothing if not patient. I’m not one to give up on the things I want; I am sure I have made that clear in my academic pursuits.”

She gave him a kind smile.  “No more flowers Mr. Riddle, no more secret devotions of love.”

“For now.”

Your Way

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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.


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.


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.

 

Braining is Hard

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‘Ello Everyone!  So I have been here and there and everywhere when it comes up updates.  I have been sucked into the hole that is drabbles lately as you may have noticed.  I wrote a slightly longer very odd story I have also added to the side called The Nine Lives of Hermione Granger.  Though it is pretty much just a series of drabbles.  One other thing I did today you may notice is a broke the short story section up into sub-categories to make it easier to navigate.  The near future doesn’t look like I will reliably be able to post either so I have been posting when I can.  I hope none of you are mad at me I will do my best I promise!

I See You

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Summary:  It is so very strange the places Tom shows up when Hermione is out of town.  Prompt by harrypotterfan4evr “Could you do a drabble where tom has been stalking hermione?”

Pairings: Hermione/Tom, Hermione/Ron

Warnings: Stalking

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.


“What are you doing here?”  Hermione’s voice sounded a bit confused, but not exactly upset at the sight of Tom in the restaurant.

It seemed she always ran into him at the oddest places outside of school; at the grocery store, her laundromat, sometimes even during her morning run.  But to find him halfway across the country, away from school, it was just sort of unsettling.

“Visiting a friend.”  He replied casually, as he gave her his always charming smile.  “Is that the boyfriend?”  He asked motioning with his head towards the table she had just retreated.

“Maybe.”  She said sounding unsure as she looked back at Ronald Weasley dressed up in his best jacket and tie.  He looked uncomfortable, and the restaurant was a place he didn’t seem relaxed.

“Maybe?”  Tom asked raising an eyebrow at her, his careful expression of amusement with her statement strained as if he was holding back something more.  “Why so unsure?”

“I think he’s going to purpose.”  She said, and she really couldn’t read emotion in her voice, was it nerves or unease?  The moment he had talked talking she had excused herself to the bathroom.  She wasn’t sure how she felt, and now seeing Tom, it was all so weird.  “Sorry Tom, I was on my way to the loo.”  She said not wishing to be in this strange moment for any longer.

“Of course.”  He said and bowed her head as she headed back to his table with some pretty blond who looked a little amazed when he sat down with her.

When she came out of the bathroom, Tom was there again, this time out of sight of the rest of the restaurant.  “You should say no.”  He told her before she had a chance to question why he was there.

“What?”  She asked frowning up at him.

“When he asks you, you should say no and break up with him.  He is no good for you.”  He said as if she had asked his opinion.

Tom and she were bairly what she would call friends.  He was just a guy that was around a lot, a guy she did enjoy talking to about school, but nothing so close as would warrant his opinion about her love life.

“You don’t even know him.”  She said finding herself defensive of her high school boyfriend who decided to skip University.  They didn’t exactly have much in common anymore, but there was no way for this near stranger to know any of that.

“I’ve seen his type.” He said taking a step closer to her.  “He’s not smart enough for you.  You have ambitions, and he will be happy to live with his parents for the rest of his life.”  Tom explained as he reached out and brushed a curl from her face.

“You don’t know me either Tom.” She said feeling odd now about how close the man felt was appropriate to get to her.

“I see you, Hermione.  I think I may be the only person who knows you are all.”  He said as his fingers down her cheek.  “I’m the only one that could keep up with that mind of yours.”

Hermione frowned as she stepped back into the wall to try to get away from him.  She didn’t know what to say to any of this, and everything suddenly felt very wrong.  Tom was always around, but she had passed that off before as the fact they had similar habits, but now she started to catch things she had brushed off before.

It was in the way he always spoke to her like they had some shared secret like they had been good friends forever.  He always talked like he knew her better than he should.  And now he was standing in a back hallway of a restaurant half across the country, and she shook her head as her eyes went wide.

“Are you stalking me, Tom?  Did you follow me here?”  She asked as the horror of that realization hit her in full.  Her eyes darted around for a clear exit; she needed to get away from him, she needed the safety of other people.

“Of course I followed you, who knows what would have happened if I didn’t come,”  he said shaking his head as if this was simple fact, and he had been right to follow her.  “You might have even agreed to marry that imbecile.”

“You can’t do that Tom.”  She said slipping to the side as she worked to get out of his reach.  He stepped right back into her way as a frown crossed his face.  “You can’t just follow people around without their consent.”

“But I’ve already decided your mine.”  He said clearly annoyed with her reaction.  “We’ve had enough of this pretending; there is no one else out there good enough for me.”

“You don’t get to decide for me.”  She snapped as she was done trying to play cool.  “I get to decide who I’m good enough for and if I want..”  She started before he pressed forward cutting the rest of her words off with a crushing kiss.

She was too upset to enjoy even a second of his skills with his lips; she only knew she had not agreed to kiss him and tried to push him off.

“Hermione?”  Ron’s voice flooded her with relief.

“Pardon me,” Tom said turning to eye the other man.  “You’re bothering us.”  He said making a shooing motion.

“Yeah.  Right.”  Ron said, and she saw a deadness in his eyes as if his whole world had broken around him.

“Ron!”  She yelled trying to push past Tom as her boyfriend retreated from the situation, but he kept her from leaving the circle of his arms.

“Forget about him, Hermione.  I told you, you belong to me now.”