I wanted to write Tomione since I'd been reading it for a while. This COULD HAVE been a oneshot, an extremely filthy one shot, but no, I had to write a full length background. And here I fucking am, making a new WIP for a new ship. Thanks you's for Arendora, who literally talked to me until I had some sort of plot for this beyond smut. It wouldn't have come through without her. And for weestarmeggie17 for getting me on board with this ship. I don't actually remember how this friendship started, but she's supportive and and alpha'd/beta'd this. Which if you have ever edited for me, you know is a nightmare.

The pulsing lights of the club were luring the patrons scattered throughout the room, some lounging against the bar, some dancing when they were barely able to stay on their feet. She noted a girl who was giggling loudly, laying on a table while her boyfriend -or she hoped it was her boyfriend- licked alcohol from her bellybutton.

"Get that frown off of your face. You look unapproachable." Ginny harped, leading her to the bar with one arm looped through hers.

"Fantastic." Hermione drawled, taking a seat on one of the barstools. "Considering I never wanted to be here in the first place."

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"I don't need a relationship," she insisted, waving down the landlord. "Two shots please, vodka."

"Hey, you know I hate that shite. Tequila, please."

Hermione held her palm up, stopping the short, stocky man that eyed her oddly. "The vodka is for me," she explained, and he gave a curt nod. "What's that look for? If I'm going to be here, I'll need all the liquid courage I can get."

"We are going to have a bloody fantastic time. I didn't ask you for a girls' night so you could find a relationship. You need a one night stand to remove that stick from up your arse." Ginny sported a grin while Hermione gritted her teeth.

"It's hardly a girls' night if you're trying to get me into bed with a random stranger. Thank you." she took one of the shot glasses the barman slid to her, cool beneath her touch as she tipped it backward. She winced as the awful tasting liquid slid down her throat. She gagged when she wasn't able to swallow the shot in one go, half of it lingering in her mouth.

Ginny took her shot as if it were the first she'd ever downed, like she was a teenager who choked and Hermione chuckled at her. "Forgive me, your majesty. Not all of us are so well versed in taking shots."

Hermione looked away from her, scanning the room. "I don't particularly need a one night stand either, Ginny. I don't need a male for my self validation."

"Of course not, but I've seen you after you've had a good fucking," Hermione grimaced, turning to her second shot. "And it's been almost a year since I've seen that look on your face. I know Ron,"

"No." Hermione hissed, setting the shot glass back on the counter. "Don't you dare bring his name up if you want me to have a good night."

She put her hands up, nails perfectly manicured from the appointment she'd set for herself and Hermione earlier that day. "What I mean to say is my brother didn't appreciate you, and I want to see how happy you are when someone else appreciates you. And plus, you're a little kinky and he never lived up to those expectations, right?"

"Ginny, has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?"

"All the time, of course. Mostly you though. Come on, isn't there anyone here that catches your eye?"

"As if I would ever tell you." Hermione laughed at the flash of anger that crossed her closest friend's face. "Just order some drinks, and we'll have a good time all on our own."

"Actually," she sang, and Hermione groaned. "Harry will be here later, so I'm sure I will be having fun, but it won't be with you. Ooh, what about that guy," she pointed across the room, and Hermione's eyes landed on an attractive brunette who wore a cocky smirk. "Because he's been watching you since we stepped inside this club."

He looked vaguely familiar, Hermione thought, but she couldn't place her finger on it. "Hasn't Molly ever told you it's impolite to point?"

"I'm sorry," she mocked. "Do you see him? He looks like he's just what you need." The man arched an eyebrow as Ginny's words carried over the crowd. "Hermione!" she grabbed her by the arm, causing her to knock over the shot glass the landlord had just brought her.

"Will you stop acting like a child?" She hissed, ripping her arm free. "Yes, he's attractive. Yes, he's taken an interest in me, but no that does not mean I will be hopping merrily into his bed."

Ginny argued adamantly, with the idea that Hermione should go settle into the empty seat beside him and ask if he'd mind buying her a drink. "Say you forgot your wallet."

"Ginny, my wallet is sitting on the counter." She deadpanned. "Doesn't matter, looks like he's coming to me." Her friend vanished, vacating the seat with the reassurance that she would wait to observe before calling Harry and bailing on her. "Hello." she told him, spinning back to face the front of the counter.

"Your friend is staring."

She laughed, leaning backwards in her seat to see Ginny sitting in the seat he'd left, shooting her a ridiculous thumbs up and wide eyed grin. "Yeah, she does that. I'd just ignore her if I were you. Hermione." she introduced, extending her hand.

"Tom." He replied, taking her hand and placing a soft kiss to the back of it. Her lips parted in surprise, indicating her shock at his manners. A small smile settled over her face when he dropped her hand. "What were you drinking?"

"Vodka," she answered, thinking her voice sounded more breathless than it had moments earlier. It was what Ginny would have called a turning point, and it was what Hermione would have neatly classified as a cliche that belonged in one of the old romance novels that she hid under her bed. "You?"

"The same. May I buy you a drink?"

Her lips quirked up. "Make it several." He chuckled and something in her stomach twisted deliciously at how dark it sounded.

She'd made the executive decision to not drink herself stupid like she might have if Ginny had still been at her side. It was clear where her night was going when she found herself dancing with Tom in the middle of the floor, her back pressed to his front. His hand ghosted against her hips, tugging her backwards when she slipped too far away from him.

"So, your friend left as soon as she spotted you with someone," he whispered into her ear.

It was definitely the drinks that had her swaying as if she knew what she was doing and grinding into him. "Oh, yes. She must have decided you were enough to give me a good time. She's rather pushy with the opinion that I need a one night stand to make everything better."

"And what do you think?" He asked quietly, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. "You seemed rather against being here in the first place."

"What do I think? Ginny thinks finding a new man for me is the best way to help me after her brother fucked an ex girlfriend behind my back, in our bed, in our apartment. We had been dating for long enough that it hurt." She shrugged, his hands coming to massage the knots from her shoulders. "She doesn't believe that I simply let go."

"Hmm," he mused lowly in her ear. "That's preposterous, you're hardly the type of woman to hold onto a boyfriend who wasn't enough for you."

She laughed, her head falling back against his shoulder while she peered up at him. "You are far too intoxicated to be using words like 'preposterous'." Her head rolled to the side, and she pressed her lips to the hollow of his throat. His fingers gripped her hips. "She's a great friend. She's worried about me."

"Worried that you're alone?"

Hermione snorted. "Hardly, not in the way you're thinking of anyway. She is constantly nagging me for getting myself off, rather than finding someone else," she nipped at his neck. "To take care of me."

"You're sloshed," he told her, pressing himself into her. A whimper slipped out of her at the obvious bulge that settled against the curve of her arse. "Otherwise I doubt you'd have just told me how you get yourself off. Tell me more, would you?"

She was melting, and she knew it. He had her trapped in a neat web, one she'd helped him weave with her not so subtle comments. Tom was intriguing, the way he spoke, the way he kept up with her, and the way he reacted to her acceptance into a grad program. She knew he was intelligent by the way he carried himself.

And that this had ultimately turned into a game of cat and mouse.

"What do you want to know?" She uttered softly.

Tom gripped her hand, twirling her and looping her arms around his neck. "Did you use your fingers, or did you use a toy? Do you finger yourself until you spasm, and come all over them?"

Hermione was trembling against him, looking into dark eyes that gave away what he wanted to do with her, to her, that there was hardly anything stopping him from dipping his fingers beneath the slutty black number -Ginny had bought it- and into her pretty black, lacy knickers. Given her heels, she was able to match his height to whisper in his ear. "Do you want me to tell you, or do you want me to show you?" She challenged, feeling his grip shift to the back of her neck and his fingers grasp strands of her hair.

He'd picked her up easily when she stumbled on the stairs leading to his flat, chuckling in her ear as her dress slid up. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, cupping his jaw with one hand while she tugged on soft, brown hair. Her mouth slanted against his. She kissed him thoroughly, slowly at first, almost tentatively until her back was slammed against the door of his flat.

A door opened, a nosy neighbor peeking out to see who exactly the soft whimpers belonged to. Tom unlocked his door too easily, she thought, and doubled her efforts to fluster him with a smirk.

He kicked the bottom of the door open, the door knob connecting with the door stop and he locked it behind him. "Christ," she murmured as he yanked on her hair, her head falling back while he nipped the skin of her neck.

There was the recurring thought that Ginny was going to die whenever she found out she'd actually gone home with the hot, older man from the club. If she told her that is. Hermione thought she might like to keep this night a secret as she was sure Tom was the kind of man who would show her everything she wanted to try and more. Unlike her previous boyfriend-,

"You're thinking too much," he murmured against her skin, carrying her through his flat and into a bedroom. "Come back to me, love." Tom's voice was low, hot against her ear as his lips skimmed her neck.

And though she was blissfully drunk, but still coherent, she was brave enough to sink to her knees when he set her down. With a grin she undid his belt, the button on his trousers and pulled them down with his boxers. Her eyes widened a fraction and she turned her head so he won't see her cheeks heat up.

His cock was, if she were forced to compare, the same length as her ex boyfriends, but thicker than she'd ever had. This night cannot go on long enough she idly thought. He swept her into his arms, and her dress bunched around her waist, exposing her thong.

"No," he told her, taking hold of her hair, just how she liked, and pulled her up to look at him. "I want you in front of the mirror so I can see your arse when I like." A whimper slipped between her lips as he walked backwards towards the bed, guiding her by her hair while she crawled on her knees, and her knickers dampened impossibly more. He tilted his head to the side, a feral look in his eye. "Actually," he began softly. "Would you slip the dress off?"

Hermione nodded and leaned against his lap while he reached down her back to unzip her dress. Her eyes flicked to his cock, resting against his leg and right in front of her lips. Her tongue slid against the tip, her plump lips wrapping around it.

He groaned above her, and her dress tore. "Look what you've done," he mused. "I suppose it doesn't matter now. I'll give you something to wear." Tom ripped her dress further, forgetting the zipper and she gasped. He took the opportunity to thrust into her mouth, his fingers sliding along her spine. The tip hit the back of her throat before he pulled her away from him.

He reached out to trace her pouty bottom lip with his thumb. "Take your knickers off, Hermione." Her name was a low rumble from the back of his throat, a smile toying at his lips. His eyes flicked down to her bare chest, the dress had been tight enough to hold her breasts in, not to mention pushing them up. "So pretty." he cooed, brushing a finger across the tight bud, watching it harden.

It was difficult for hermione to say if her legs shook because she was so intoxicated, or if it was because of the sexual power this man held over her. Her fingers hooked into the sides of her knickers, and she slowly slid them down in front of him. "On your knees for me?" He asked, but his eyes give away that it wasan order. "Legs spread, I want to see your cunt."

She moaned softly, dropping to the floor and parting her legs to expose herself. "Fuck," she gasped as he took hold of her hair once more. She peeked up at him in an effort to memorize the hard line of his jaw, the way he was looking down at her. She licked the underside of his cock, dragging her tongue against his flesh.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she wrapped her lips around it once more. She slipped her hand around the bottom of his shaft, pumping as she worked to take him in her mouth. Muffled moans slipped from her lips while she sucked him, but a tugging at her hair brought her attention back to him.

She nodded, letting her hand fall away from him -letting him take control. He thrust into her mouth once more, grinning wickedly when she gagged as he hit the back of her throat. "You are perfect," he told her, his soft voice a contrast from the way he fucked her throat. "Do you like it rough, Hermione?"

It was all she could do to moan as his grip on her hair tightened, tilting her head back while he stood. Her eyes watered, as she managed to deep throat him. He pulled away, and she whined in disappointment. "If you keep sucking my cock like that, I'll come down your throat."

She remained in her pose on the floor, hoping he would come back and do just that. "That sounds perfect," she grinned.

"Not yet," Tom crooked a finger at her. "Sit on the bed for me, I'm going to grab a drink for myself." He smacked her arse as she stood, pulling her to him by her shoulders, slipping a hand between her legs from behind. "You're dripping," he whispered in her ear, sliding a finger between her folds. His arm came to her collarbone, pinning her to his front. "How do you taste?" Tom slipped his index finger into her mouth, groaning when she cleaned the digit with her tongue.

"Just bring the bottle," her body shuddered against him as his erection slipped between her arse. His only reply was to bite down on the hollow of her throat, catching her when she nearly stumbled. "Tom."

"On my bed," he reminded her before releasing her.

She was breathless as she crawled onto the large bed, tucking her legs beneath her and sitting on her knees. He seemed to like her like this, she thought with a smile. It was clear she'd have to thank Ginny Weasley for dragging her out to a club.

Her nipples stiffened against the cold air of his room while she clasped her hands in her lap. She laughed when he appeared in the doorway, carrying a bottle of vodka with no glass in sight. Hermione grabbed the bottle from him, unscrewing the cap and taking a drink while he unbuttoned his shirt.

Tom took the bottle from her outstretched hand, kneeling in front of her. She'd thought he was going to take a drink himself, but was thrilled to be wrong. He tilted the glass bottle over her, letting the ice cold liquor slide over her breast, a droplet sliding over her nipple that he caught with his tongue.

She whimpered, grabbing onto his shoulders while he laid her back against the pillows, sucking on the poor nub. The bottle never left his grip, she noticed. Hermione rubbed her thighs together, desperate for friction, but he parted her legs by wedging his knee between them. "Oh, my God, please," she begged, throwing her head back as he rubbed her clit.

"Whatever you like," he told her, licking between her breasts before latching onto her other nipple, nipping it lightly. "You have to tell me though."

She panted above him, snatching the bottle and taking a long drink before answering. "I want you to taste me," she teased him, using his earlier words. "I want you to eat me out."

Tom left the bottle in her trembling hands, gripping her hips as he moved down her body. He left a trail of hot kisses down her abdomen, pressing his lips to her smooth mound. Hermione watched him with wide eyes as he spread her legs apart while her back was against the wooden headboard.

He held her legs steady when she began to shake as he leaned in and inhaled the scent of her. "Oh, my God," she whimpered, taking the moment for another drink. Her hangover would be horrible in the morning, but if she sobered up, she was sure she'd get embarrassed and run. "Tom," she moaned loudly, knocking the headboard against the wall when he licked between her folds, dragging his tongue up her slit and flicking the sensitive little nub.

"You're delicious," he growled, lowering his mouth again while maintaining eye contact with her. He lapped at her cunt with slow strokes against her clit. He watched her eyes fall shut while she pushed herself closer to his mouth. Not that he let her, he pinned her down and forced her through the pleasure he slowly gave her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she groaned, as her back arched. "That feels so good, Tom, please," she begged. She had no idea what she was begging for but when his index finger slid into her, curling deliciously while he worked to find her g spot, she knew he knew exactly what she meant.

Hermione screamed at the sensation, he'd added another finger. Between his fingers curling against the spot inside of her, and him sucking lightly on her clit -no one had ever done that- she felt boneless. She came hard against his mouth, spasming when he continued eating her out while her body rocked with aftershocks.

"Tom," she gasped, her legs finally relaxing as he moved up her body, capturing her lips roughly. He bit her bottom lip, his cock sliding between her lips when she scrambled to pull him closer. "Fuck, where have you been all of my life?"

He chuckled, taking a drink while she pressed her lips to his throat, biting down roughly. She was going to leave marks on him, so that when tomorrow came he would remember exactly who had left them. "Waiting to meet you in a shitty club, apparently."

She laughed, licking the vodka that slipped from the corner of his mouth and down his throat. "Tastes better off of you." Hermione whispered to him, biting his bottom lip as he had done to her.

"I can't wait to fuck you," he groaned, letting her shove him onto his back and grind her cunt against his stiff cock. "This is pretty," he murmured, tracing what she assumed was a bruise he'd left on her neck. "Did I hurt you?"

"Absolutely not," she moaned, moving to impale herself.

Of course he stopped her. "I want you to watch me fuck you senseless, until you're begging." he whispered to her, smirking when she froze over him. "I'm going to make you scream for it, Hermione."

Gripping her by the waist - she couldn't wait to see the bruises that would be left in the shape of his fingers tomorrow morning - he moved her into a position she'd never been in before. "Trust me," he purred in her ear, moving her to ride him with her back facing him. She could see them clearly in the mirror in front of his bed. His cock thick and pressed against her swollen, dripping cunt.

Christ, he's too fucking hot.

"Tom," she whined impatiently, just as he guided her down onto his cock. She watched, open mouthed and shaking, while he slid into her. Watching her cunt stretch to take in his massive cock made her moan loudly.

Who cares if his neighbor was eavesdropping?

"Tell me what you see," he ordered, thrusting into her tight heat several times, listening to the sweet, little whimpers that kept him impossibly hard.

"You fucking me," she managed between her ragged breaths. "The way your cock stretches me, God, you're so fucking big." She couldn't see his smirk, but she was sure it was there. "I can see my tits bouncing each time you slide into me."

He hummed. "Do you see how wet you are for me?" Tom asked, slamming into her harder. "Did sucking me off do that to you?" She could barely nod. "We're going to change positions." he said, letting her crawl off of his lap. "Do you like being told what to do?" Tom's voice is soft, but firm, and she could still only nod.

"I do, but you're the only one to ever give it to me how I want," she grinned taking him by surprise. He groaned, his head falling back before it snapped back to her;

"On your hands and knees," he ordered, and she crawled in front of him, bracing herself on her arms instead of her hands and arched her back. He slapped her arse, settling behind her and guiding his cock to her entrance. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You like it rough love?"

"Please," she returned, pressing herself against him, histip slipping inside of her. "I think I'd like it any way you want to give it to me."

"You shouldn't give me that kind of power, love."

She looked back at him. "Then make me regret it." Hermione wasn't sure why she said it, she'd certainly never played with fire before, but it was hard to regret it when he grabbed her roughly by the hair and wrapped the strands around his knuckles.

"Watch me fuck you then," he growled.

She did. She watched, while holding her breath in anticipation, when he slammed into her roughly, her front half dropping to the sheets while he fucked her like he was attempting to break her. "Tom!" she squealed, wriggling her arse when he spanked her again. She moaned - she really did love the delicious pain it caused her.

She felt completely full as he thrust into her, groaning how tight her cunt is wrapped around his cock. He told her what a pretty, little cunt she had, spread so nicely by his cock. His words would have pushed her into another orgasm alone, but then he took her by surprise once more.

"Play with your clit for me until you come. I want you to be a screaming mess that's wrapped around me when you do."

She whimpered as his finger rubbed against her arse hole, while she reached between her legs. Her fingers slid over her wetness , but she managed to stroke her clit, rubbing in circles quickly as she cried out. "Have you ever had your arse fingered?" Tom asked through clenched teeth, massaging the tight ring. She shook her head. "Would you?"

"Yes," she gasped. "Jesus, I'll try anything," she admitted, reveling in the way he words made his face light up.

"Perfect," he murmured, slipping his finger into her cunt alongside his cock. He coated her arse hole with her slick juices, carefully pushing the tip of his finger inside. "You're allowed to come once you can take my finger."

Her eyes widened, but she nodded quickly. His thrusts didn't slow as he carefully slid his finger inside of her, pausing when it reached his knuckle. Hermione adjusted to it easily, sure it was because she'd lost count of the amount of shots she's taken, but she pushed herself backwards one the less. "Please don't stop," she begged, moaning as his eyes darkened and she felt his finger slide all the way in. "Move!" she shrieked at him, her hand between her legs rubbing the hard nub quickly.

And he did. His fingers moved quicker,rougher once she'd acclimatised to it, and she begged him to be rougher. To use her however he wanted. "Come around me, Hermione," he urged her. "Let me feel your cunt tighten around my cock before I fill you."

She'd never been so grateful for being on her birth control shot, and for him being genuine in having had a physical not too long ago. It was still risky, something she'd have never done if she wasn't gagging for his come.

He'd been right when he said she'd be screaming.

Hermione screamed, his name on her lips, and she shuddered as her orgasm overtook her. She continued to rub her clit, while he fucked her hard and she knew she was going to feel it for days. "Tom, Tom," she gasped, his name falling repeatedly from her lips over and over again.

Tom yanked her backwards by the hair, her arse against his pelvis while he sheathed himself fully inside of her while he came. He groaned her name, his voice low, broken and husky. "Fuck," he gasped, "it's more like where have you been all of my life?" He muttered under his breath against her shoulder blade. She was sure she wasn't supposed to hear him.

She turned to face him on her knees, dragging her soaked fingers across his lips, coating them with her juices.

It was him who shouted though, when she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking lightly while she tasted herself on him.