The Marauders' Sons

As the drama between Harry and Luna was going on out on the grounds, Tom was having a little problem of his own, though less dramatic. Tom had, and he was willing to admit it, the patience of a two-year-old. He hated to wait for anything; yet here he was, outside the library, waiting impatiently for Hermione to meet him. I wonder if it ever even occurred to her that I said the library because THAT'S WHERE SHE ALWAYS FUCKING IS!!!! Needless to say, he wasn't very happy with her. As it was, she was five minutes late.

When he had asked her to be at the library at 2:00, (now 2:06!) he had every intention of groveling at her feet in his own way. That of course meant that he would actually do his homework. Since he wasn't technically a student, the teachers were told that he was here for "special purposes to the school" and that the students were to think that he was working like the rest of them. The only thing the Order of the Phoenix neglected to consider was one Hermione Jane Granger. Two weeks of constant drilling to do his homework was annoying to anyone. He of course constantly said he would get it done eventually, both of them knowing that there wasn't a Hufflepuff's chance in Slytherin that the feat would ever be accomplished. So he thought the best way to kiss up to the Boss was to sit down and get to work. The only problem was that if he had to wait any longer (2:10!!) he was going to instead lose what little sanity he held onto for dear life.

"Hey," Tom heard from a familiar voice down the hall, as Hermione half-jogged up to him. She reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then gave him her best 'what are you up to' look.

For his part, Tom was now very pissed, but if there was one thing about her that he found adorable, it was that look. He knew that he was never going to stay mad at her now. In his experience, there was always one thing about all the girls he ever liked (both of them) that seemed to have no real significance, but he could not resist it. For Hermione, there were several. For instance, Tom had trouble thinking straight whenever Hermione started to bite her lip. She had luscious lips to begin with, and when she did that, knowingly or not, it drove him crazy. Then something snapped in his head. She was biting her lip. The look AND she's biting her lip? Something's up...

"Hermione, what are you up to?"

"What are you talking about? You asked me to be here, I'm here," she said, still biting her lip. Then he realized that this could work out for him, though he was not going to let her think for a minute that he didn't know what was up.

"Hermione, I was going to finally let you tell me how to do my homework, but now that I see you have less than virtuous thoughts in mind, I think we will be off to somewhere more...private."

Hermione was a little agitated. She had missed spending time with Tom, but she knew two things had just come to pass: 1) she had missed a shot at getting him to actually put some effort into his work, and 2) Tom had seen right through her coy routine and threw it in her face. She liked Tom, she liked him a lot as a matter of fact, but she would be damned if she did not get the best of him at least once. She enjoyed the challenge, but she liked winning even more.

Right now, however, was not a time for competition.

"Lead the way."

And he did. They made their way to the Room of Requirement, Tom making a mental note to thank Harry for the idea on the first night back, and he thought he had outdone himself.

The room had become more of a bedroom for the rich and famous. The bed was one of the largest either had ever seen, complete with satin sheets, Hmmm, not MY idea... there was a love seat next to a roaring fireplace, though it was not too hot, and the floor was a comfortable carpet. As they walked into the room, Hermione grabbed Tom by the hand and turned him to look her in the eye.

"This is wonderful," she purred giving him her best "come hither" look.

Tom answered her with his best James Bond voice, "I thought you would appreciate the courtesy. Care to join me?"

"Of course," Hermione answered, as Tom lifted her hand to kiss and lead her to the love seat and fireplace.

Before Tom did anything, however, he wanted to tell Hermione how sorry he was, and how much he missed her, just to make sure she was not angry at him. Little Tom had no qualms with this, as he had a lot to gain as well.

"Hermione, look, I know I have been a real shit recently, and I_" that was far as he got, because he made the terrible mistake of looking her in the eye.

When he looked at her, all motor skills were turned off. The light from the fire was giving her already pretty face an otherworldly glow, and she looked angelic. Her caramel brown eyes were alight from the fire. Her long brown hair was a little straighter than usual, and there was one strand that was falling to the side of her face, framing it beautifully. It was, in Tom's humble opinion, the most beautiful thing that could ever be seen. The warmth from the fire was making her cheeks a little red, either that or she was blushing, but Tom really couldn't care less. All he could think of was that he should never, ever let this one go.

"Tom, you OK?" she asked, as Tom's abrupt silence started into its fifth minute.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine, it's just..."

"What?" she asked, cocking her head to one side, driving Tom crazy.

"You're beautiful."

That would be the last intelligent thing that he would say for a while, because once it clicked in her head that she had actually rendered him speechless...for once...without even trying, she decided that it was time to celebrate her victory, so she lunged. Hermione was still a little angry with him, but she missed him, too. Sensible witch that she was, she was not going to yell at him while he was trying to make good, because that would only make things worse. Tom had his good traits, but if she said that he wasn't proud, moody, or a little cold when it came to other people, she would be lying. As a matter of fact, given the right mood, he could be a heartless bastard. The fact that he was willing to make it up to her was good enough, because it was a miracle in and of itself that he made an effort at all.

The couple had no idea how much time they spent kissing passionately on the loveseat by the fire, but on the other hand, they didn't care. Everything with Tom was a competition, so he naturally positioned himself on top after Hermione's initial assault. Soon, there was a desperation boiling between them, as a passionate kiss led to clothes flying around, until Tom had no shirt, and Hermione was in a skirt and bra. Tom was still on top, but he was now trailing kisses up and down her neck, nibbling on her ear, and sucking on a particular part of her neck that made her moan. Needless to say, this was encouragement enough. While his mouth was at work, he used his pickpocket hands to keep her breasts entertained, as he rubbed, massaged, and fondled to his heart's content. Breasts were his favorite.

Hermione, meanwhile, was mounting an exploration of her own. As Tom had his fun, she was having some fun with him. Digging her nails into his now revealed back, she started to move around underneath him, much to Little Tom's delight. She liked the feeling of turning him on, and she had no intention of stopping. He was not about to argue.

As things really started to heat up, Tom decided that his hands were not good enough for her chest, and giving her a smoldering look first, moved the kissing and licking from her neck to her breasts. This was very new to her, and she loved it. She moaned a little, and this drove Tom crazy as he attacked her chest with reckless abandon. When he stopped after God knows how long, they crashed their faces together in a teeth-knocking, head-banging kiss. Then they managed to turn over, or being a loveseat, she pushed him up hard enough that they were now leaning against the other armrest. As she looked down at him while they shared a look of desire, Tom spoke.

"Hermione, hunny, this is great, but do you want to go over to the bed?"

God she wanted to, but she thought better of it.

"Tom, I want to, Merlin do I, but the thing is, I think I know where it would lead, and, well, remember that day at the Burrow?"

"Yeah." She's still talking, why is she still talking?

"The thing is, when I asked you what you knew about contraceptive potion, part of me was looking for information."

"Oh, fuck me..." he mumbled as the thought of the sex he now had so shot at getting crossed his mind. Though she was willing, at least.

"Close, but not quite," she purred as she went for his zipper and went down on him.

If Tom was going to be honest with himself, it wasn't the best blowjob that he ever got, but it was still his favorite. She obviously was making things up as she went, and he did need to give a few tips, and one warning when teeth started to come into play ("HEEEYYY!"), but he was flattered. She did something she had never done before just because he was a little disappointed that they weren't having sex, even though he really had no right to complain. Wow, I am a lucky asshole if a girl this great likes me of all people. All in all, his date was a lot more fun than Harry's.

Hermione, meanwhile, was a little shocked at her own daring. Fifteen-year-old Hermione would be very angry with herself right now, thinking that she was being submissive to some boy, but soon to be seventeen-year-old Hermione was having fun. When she looked up at Tom, and he was blissfully in La-La Land, she realized that it was quite the opposite. She held him in the palm of her hand, literally and figuritively, and they both knew it. She was actually kind of surprised that he would let himself be this vulnerable. He had made a promise to her that he would be more open, and though this was fun, it wasn't what she had in mind. It was a start mind you, but he still never spoke of his past experiences, except vague references, but she still had hope that she could get him to open up more. She was absolutely sure that he was hiding something from her, but that was a discussion for another time. She was busy at the moment.

When they left the Room of Requirement at around 4:30, Tom had a stupid grin on his face, and Hermione had a Malfoy-like smirk to match.

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Ginny was a little distraught. When she agreed to look after Harry for a little while so Tom and Hermione could have some time to themselves, she thought at the worst, she would have to watch them kiss all day. Then she hears that Harry, her friend, the first boy she ever had a crush on, the polite little kid who had spent many nights in her home, had a date with destiny and the Dark Lord Voldemort. She needed to tell someone, she had to, but whom? Tom and Hermione were probably still "busy," Ron was nowhere to be found, she couldn't tell any of her roommates. That left Mia, Veronica, and (shudder) Malfoy. Mia was not about in the castle, though, and she didn't even know where the Ravenclaw common room was, so when she saw Malfoy alone outside the library alone, she decided to deal. She snuck up to him from the back and hid behind a suit of armor.

"Malfoy!" she hissed from behind a suit of armor, "Hey Malfoy!"

"Ah, Red, what can I do for you?" he said in a normal voice, knowing it would get her angry.

"You are such a shyte! Be quiet! Get your blonde arse to the Room in ten minutes, we need to talk."

"We are talking right now," he said, still not trying to hide this conversation with the express purpose of getting her angry.

"Please...Draco?"

This startled him a little bit. The closest that she had ever come to calling him by his first name was when she said, "Save us all some time and change Draco Malfoy to Sod-off Malfoy," during one of their sparring matches from across the room after DA meetings. He could not, against his better judgment, ignore her.

"OK," was all he said in a hush, as he made his way to the seventh floor. He really didn't have the patience for this shit, but if she was using his first name, he supposed she must be losing her mind, and he couldn't have that.

Tom and Hermione had vacated the Room of Requirement a few minutes before, so it reflected what Ginny had in mind: a talk. The room was pretty much empty except for two chairs in the middle, one of which was occupied already by Ginny. She looked very upset, as her knee was bouncing up and down and she kept biting her nails.

"Red," he inquired as he entered, "what's the emergency? I thought you were supposed to be with Potter and Looney."

He was looking for a response, but what he got was a crying Ginny running over to him and reaching out to the only person she could talk to at the moment for comfort. She had absolutely no idea why she ran into his arms, but then again, there were a few things in the relationship between herself and Malfoy that she never quite understood...

Ginny was pinned against the wall. Just when they thought they were finally done in, Umbridge was gone with Harry and Hermione, and the Inquisitorial Squad was a little upset.

"I can't believe that bitch!" Malfoy complained. He wanted to see the weapon as much as Umbridge did, maybe more. He, after all, had several targets that he could think of off the top of his head. Let's see, Potter, Weasley, Dumbledore...

"Calm down Draco! You don't want her hearing you say shit like that!" Millicent admonished him.

"Give it a rest, Bulstrode, she's gone."

This little back and forth was the opening that Ginny, Ron, Neville, and Luna were waiting for. As the two bickered, and the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad watched, they made their move. Luna crushed the foot of her captor with her own, and as she howled, further distracting the others, Neville made a grab for his wand and Stunned Goyle. When Montague tried to help Crabbe, Ron Stunned Millicent, and Luna Disarmed Montague. As all of this took place, Ginny made a run for it and Malfoy followed.

"Nice try, Weasley," he said as he grabbed her from behind. The fight wasn't over yet, as they both fell down and tried to get on top of the other. Malfoy finally got the upper hand, and looked down with his traditional smirk.

When they mad eye contact however, he had no clever comment to make, so he kissed her. Hard. The bigger shock was not only did Ginny decide to let him, but she even kissed him back.

"Bogius!" she yelled as she hit him with a Bat-Bogey hex and easily got to her feet. She didn't give him a spare thought as the others caught up and they tried to find Harry and Hermione...

"Red, you're crushing my ribs," he said as Ginny continued to hold onto him for dear life.

"Sod off, Malfoy, I need this, and you're all I bloody got, so shut the fuck up and hold me!"

"Will you just tell me why I have to deal with this shit, and maybe I'll allow this to continue."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Malfoy! Can't you for one minute be a decent human being? I was with Harry and Luna, but they were talking, and, and," and then she started to cry again, without once looking up at and increasingly frustrated Draco.

"AND WHAT?!?!"

"AND HE IS THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN KILL VOLDEMORT, ASSUMING HE DOESN'T KILL HARRY FIRST YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

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"Draco, you certainly have a way with people."

Draco and Mia were in the Slytherin common room, talking in a corner. The whole house thought that they were an item, so they let the rumor live, as it gave them time to discuss what they were really doing those nights that they went missing. It was a good cover, and since she was decent-looking, it worked. The Slytherins knew that Malfoy would only go for a looker.

Draco was telling her about the day before, when Ginny told him the Prophesy. It was unnerving to say the least. He had always assumed that Potter threw himself into danger as much as he possibly could because he really did love being Dumbledore's Golden Boy. It had never even passed through his mind that he didn't have a choice in the matter. It actually made him stop and think about how he viewed the Boy Who Lived To Piss Me Off. If I had something like that hanging over my head, I'd be a little eager myself. If I were the one who had to bring down the Dark Lord, with all these people telling me how much they admired me, I would be itching for a chance to prove myself, too. But not Quidditch, that I won't let slide.

"Well, now that we know all this, what the bloody hell do we do?" Draco asked.

"First of all, we find O'Malley and kick him square in the balls for not saying anything earlier."

"You really think he knew?"

"Are you that slow, Malfoy? Why else would he have named himself and Ginny his bodyguards? Then when you asked, he said it was between Potter and Dumbledore! I'll bet my left ovary he knew!"

Ovaries aside, Draco couldn't help but agree. He was going to settle into a good brood and ponder this when he saw a scary sight.

"Look over there, and tell me you're not nervous."

Over in the other corner of the common room, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Nott were talking in hushed tones.

"Those four are up to something."

"Really, Malfoy, and how can you hear what they are saying again?"

"Don't have to. Parkinson and Nott have the tell-tale signs of the stupidity of the Wonder Twins when planning starts."

"What's that?"

"They look bloody livid at the pair of them."