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Hermione hummed under her breath as she made her way down the crowded corridor. There were a few students whose stare lingered but she ignored them, holding the sack in her hand loosely as she made her way to the room she'd spent much of her university career in. There were whispers—few as they were, it had been over a year after all—of how she was the one who lived with a professor.

As far as she was concerned, it was just old gossip. It would die down as it always did, and it wasn't as if she was doing anything wrong. Not anymore anyway

Hermione slipped inside the room as the last student filed out. Tom had already entered his office, the door already shut. Her hips brushed the sides of desks as she made her way across the room. The doorknob was cool to the touch, and she let herself in.

"Miss Ivy, I already told you—Hermione." Tom's eyes widened. "I thought you were at work." He stood from his chair, making his way around his desk as she neared him.

"Borgin let me leave early. He told me it was his Christmas gift to me." She shrugged. It was surprising he'd let her off before Christmas holidays officially began, but she certainly wasn't complaining. "So I decided to bring you lunch."

His fingers brushed hers as he took the bag from her, setting it on his desk. "You made me lunch this morning."

"It wasn't edible, Tom. You weren't supposed to eat it, though I appreciate the fact that you would just to make me happy."

He had the good sense to act sheepish as he admitted, "I'd let you believe that I ate it, but I threw it in the trash outside."

Hermione sniggered. "I'm aware. You're not nearly as sneaky as you seem to believe." Letting her fingers drag across the glossy surface of his desk, she nodded her head toward his chair. "You should sit down."

His gaze was curious as he took his seat. "Somehow, I don't think this is just you visiting me for lunch."

She smirked while sitting on his desk in front of him. The toe of her heel slid up the inside of his calf. "What would give you that idea?"

He stared at her, his lips parting as her legs fell open, only enough to tease him. "The pictures you sent me before conveniently showing up while wearing that lipstick."

Her tongue darted out to trace her red lips. "I'm not sure what you mean. Do you like this lipstick, Tom?"

Tom yanked her into his lap, and shoved her skirt up to bunch around her thighs as he reached for her clit. "No knickers, why am I not surprised?"

She whimpered. "The lipstick?" Hermione repeated, pushing him.

His fingers sunk into her, curling hard and she fell forward. Hermione's forehead rested against his shoulder as he fucked her with his fingers. "You know that I like how they look wrapped around my cock." Tom growled. "I've been half hard since you sent me pictures of you playing with your pretty little cunt. Did you come?"

She could only gasp as his fingers set an unforgiving pace.

"Did you come, Hermione?" Tom hissed in her ear, his fingers stopping.

She whined. Hermione shook her head. "No, I—"

"Good girl."

Her hands flew to his trousers, unbuttoning them and dragging the zipper down. "Please, Tom, just" She broke off. "Fuck, I didn't lock the door."

She nearly fell out of his lap as he stood, but he grabbed her shoulders, turning her around. Tom bent her over his desk, flipping her skirt up. "Then you should be quiet." Without another word, he slammed into her, and her legs buckled. He held her arms behind her back, pressing her harshly into his desk while his hips snapped forward.

"Tom!" Her moan was breathless, and if anyone was in the lecture hall, they were sure to hear her. "Please, you need to hurry." Hermione expected him to slow down so he could tease her, make her beg for him to fuck her into his desk.

She was wrong.

His hand clamped down over her mouth as she shrieked. He rubbed her clit while fucking her. "Look how well you take my cock." He hissed.

Hermione dragged his hand down. "I'm going to be sore."

He chuckled. "Fucking perfect." His finger traced her clit, the pressure growing more intense until she broke with a weak moan.

She relaxed against his desk, unable to even lift her head as he fixed her clothing. "Tom," Hermione murmured. "I love you."

He massaged her arse cheek before pulling her back into his lap.

"And I really did bring you lunch." Hermione laughed when he lunged for the takeaway.

They had moved from their flat shortly after the break-in. Hermione had grown sicker as she saw reports of the home invasion in different newspapers, and she'd finally admitted to Tom that she couldn't stay in that flat any longer. Walking past where Rodolphus had died, even though there was not a single trace of blood, made her violently ill.

She picked the pretty three bedroom house, and Tom had gone along with it. While he hadn't loved it the moment he stepped inside, he did like the home office that granted him a view of their backyard. Hermione loved the kitchen, and really, her loving it was all it had taken for Tom to agree.

Plus, Crookshanks had an entire neighborhood to roam. Tom wasn't always keen on the stray she'd brought with them, but Hermione knew better. She had frequently caught him feeding Crooks snacks after dinner.

"Tom?"

There was a soft meow from the direction of his office, but she only found Crookshanks lounged across Tom's leather chair, but no Tom. Her brows drew together as she left the door open and made her way through the house.

"Tom?"

"In here," he called, his voice faint. He must have heard her enter the living room since he stopped moving completely. "You were supposed to still be shopping." He groaned.

She burst into laughter. Tom was tangled in a long string of Christmas lights, and tinsel. Hermione swallowed the end of her laugh. "You realise the decorations are meant to go on the tree."

He glared at her. "It was meant to be a surprise." Tom muttered. "You said you wanted these new decorations, so…"

Sometimes, she was struck by just how thoughtful he could be. Of course, she'd meant that she wanted to decorate the tree with him, but that was no matter. "Sorry for ruining the surprise," Hermione helped untangle him from the mess, and he brushed flecks of glitter from his trousers as he stood. "I just had something I wanted to tell you. Originally, I wanted to wait until tomorrow, but I can't wait anymore."

Tom arched an eyebrow. "Is it a present?"

She scratched the back of her neck, biting her lip nervously. "I think that depends on how you take it."

"If you'd like to wait, there was something I needed to tell you tomorrow too, so..." He trailed off pointedly.

Hermione shook her head. "I think I'm probably going to burst if I don't tell you. Why don't we just say it at once?"

"I'm a grown man." Tom chuckled, his shoulder knocking against the tree. "It's Christmas Eve. Why don't we exchange one gift now?"

She palmed the box in her pocket while her heartbeat quickened. "Well, as I said, you might not enjoy this gift very much." Hermione's throat was tight as he led her to the sofa. "Oh, alright." She caved as easily as he expected. "I know we haven't discussed this." She withdrew a rectangular box from her pocket.

"Are you about to propose to me?" Tom asked incredulously.

Hermione barked out a laugh. "No, I'm not proposing. I'm—we're—here." She shoved the box into his hands.

Tom almost dropped the box when he opened the lid.

"I found out last week, and I've been trying to think of a way to tell you." Hermione rushed. "Two months ago, do you remember when I was sick?"

He nodded silently.

"I was still on antibiotics when we had sex. My birth control failed." Still worried he was going to be angry, or think her irresponsible, Hermione stared at her hands. "I hope you're not angry."

"Angry?" He choked. "Hermione, of course I'm not angry."

She slowly raised her head. "You're not upset?"

"It's a shock," Tom admitted. "And there's a lot to be done to prepare for a baby, but it's half of you. I never thought about having children, but it's crossed my mind that if I were to, I would want it to be with you."

Tears filled her eyes. "Tom." She threw her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly as his found their way around her back.

He tugged her arm down, joining their hands, but then there was something on her finger that hadn't been there before.

She pulled away to look.

The large diamond set in the middle of the ring twinkled beneath the lights of their home, and she suddenly couldn't breathe. "Tom?" Her head was spinning. God, he was expecting an answer and that was not what came out of her mouth. "Is this why you were worried I was proposing?"

He cracked a smile. "Marry me?"

Two words.

Hermione smashed her lips to his. "Oh, God. Yes. Yes." She was draped over his chest as she tore his shirt over his head, and he ripped her blouse right off of her. "Oh my God, how did you keep this a secret?"

Tom muttered, "I lost count of how many times I almost got down on one knee in the middle of Sainsbury's. How did you keep your secret? You're even worse than I am."

She wasn't even offended.

Hermione kicked her jeans off, along with her shoes while straddling his waist as she slid down his length. "I love you." She whispered against his throat, repeatedly whispering it as his hands held her waist as he met her thrusts.

He caught her staring at the ring, committing each part of it to memory, and he drew her attention back to him while putting her on her back and resting her legs over his shoulder.

This has been such a long year writing this. I've thought it was garbage so many times, but every reader has been so supportive, and this has honestly been one of the best experiences I've had in posting for any ship in the HP fandom. I'll be back soon. I have three tomione stories rolling around in my head. The Head Boy Head Girl, the Serial Killer AU one, and the Sugar Daddy AU that I've already teased on tumblr. (mrsren96 if you're curious)

Thank you for reading, and I would love to read your thoughts if you have time!