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Don't Get Left Behind	By : Shan84 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 10201 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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1995

He woke slowly, looking around in confusion at the unfamiliar surroundings. He groaned and proceeded to wince as a sharp pain immediately lanced through his head. What in Salazar’s name was going on? Fighting the urge not to vomit, he managed to pull himself up in a half-seated position and looked more closely at his surroundings.

He was in what looked like a cell of some sort. The stone walls were bare, and there was no furniture in the room. There was dust everywhere though. Tom grimaced as he sneezed twice in quick succession from the dust, causing his head to hurt even more.

He couldn’t seem to grasp onto a single memory. The only thing that was steady was where he was now. Flashes of memories ran like quicksilver through his mind, and he was pretty sure that his headache was caused by the fleeting images he couldn’t quite grasp. It made him furious, feeling this out of control and confused.

Immediately reaching into his robe pocket, he sighed in relief when his fingers brushed against his wand. He found he could think much clearer knowing that he had his wand, it was like a comfort. As his thoughts cleared, there was only one thing on his mind, he had a certain bushy-haired witch to track down...

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1998

Tom slowly made his way to his office, his inky black cloak almost blending in completely with the darkened halls of the Department of Mysteries. He’d been an Unspeakable now for two years, and was finding the access and secrecy the position allowed him within the Ministry was most pleasing. He had almost made it to his office when a loud voice broke him out of his reverie.

“Elddir!” called his most annoying colleague Watkins.

Tom stopped and turned around, moving back to the meeting room Watkins was in. When he stepped through the door, he nodded at Watkins.

“What can I do for you, Watkins?” he asked when he stepped into the room.

“I’d like you to meet the students who made it into our Graduate program,” Watkins said. “Hopefully they’ll get to help you on some of your projects,” he added.

Tom’s attention turned to the three Hogwarts graduates standing next to Watkins. Ignoring the other two, his attention immediately fixated on one, and a flash of memories inundated him as he looked at the witch. There she was, standing right in the middle of them, hair just as wild as he remembered and eyes just as bright. Tom smirked.

“Thomas Elddir,” he introduced, stepping forward with his hand held out to her, ignoring the other two standing next to her. “Lovely to meet you, Miss –”

“Granger, Hermione Granger,” she replied, with a small smile and a flush to her cheeks.

“Lovely to meet you, Miss Granger,” Tom replied smoothly with a knowing smirk.

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2000

He looked down at his watch and sighed for what seemed like the fiftieth time. She was late. They were supposed to be attending a dinner party with the Minister tonight, and she should have met him in his office over fifteen minutes ago. There was one thing that Tom hated more than being late, and that was waiting for other late people.

He decided to go and check on her. She probably had her head buried in a book again – it was quite a common occurrence, and he was constantly having to make sure she actually came up for air, especially with some of the darker books. Picking up his briefcase and pulling on his robe, he left his office, a quick glance of satisfaction at the title on the door – Head of Department – and moved swiftly down the corridor towards Hermione’s office.

Everything was going according to plan, he mused. A bit of career-planning and careful manipulation, and he was now Head of the Department of Mysteries. He could pick and choose from the brightest witches and wizards to work for him, and he had the final say as to the research and work that was being completed. The Minister never interfered with Tom’s work; which meant that he had free-reign over his projects and finances. Although it did help that the Minister was Thaddeus Nott, one of his former Knights. Tom believed it was one of the joys of controlling a department where the work was highly secretive and nobody liked to question or take responsibility for it.

He arrived at Hermione’s door, ignored the ‘Do not disturb’ charm, and waltzed in. His eyes immediately zeroed in on his witch, who was currently leaning over a large tome, completely engrossed and not paying a wisp of attention to her surroundings. A small smirk curled his lips as he snuck up on her.

“Hermione,” he said, and watched with satisfaction as she jumped and then turned around and scowled at him.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” she snapped.

“It’s not my fault you have your head stuck in a book,” he replied easily as he came up behind her. Wrapping his arms around her and peeking over her shoulder he looked at what she had been reading. “So, what’s the progress report today?”

“I think I’ve made a huge breakthrough with the time room,” she said, unable to hide her obvious excitement.

“Oh?”

“Yes, I think I’ve found a way to extend how far back the Time Turners can go back!”

He dropped a kiss to the area between her neck and shoulders, not missing the shiver that he felt run through her at the contact. A sense of power always went through him knowing that he could still evoke those reactions from her even though they had been together for a while.

“What did you find?” he asked.

“It’s all in the sand inside them,” she responded eagerly.

“The sand?”

“Yes, the sand itself has special magical properties – obviously – and the potion we use to activate those properties …” she trailed off as she got lost in her thoughts.

“So, you’re going to be the witch who discovers lengthy time travel then?”

She turned around in his arms and gave him a suddenly serious look. “Thomas, I know the Ministry has approved it all, but … are we sure we want to publish these results?”

“Why are you worrying about this now?”

Hermione shrugged, and looked down. “When I was allowed to use the Time Turner in my third year for my studies … Professor Dumbledore said that bad things happen to those who try to mess with time. What exactly would my research be used for? What if the wrong hands got hold of it?”

Oh, Hermione, if only you knew. “Hermione,” Tom sighed, feigning weariness at her worried tone. “There will be several protections placed on the work. And you know that we are the only two people – bar the Minister – aware of the work.”

“I suppose …”

“You have to trust me, Hermione,” Tom added.

She looked up at him skeptically.

Tom took the opportunity to look affronted. “What?” he asked innocently, taking the opportunity to run his hands up and down her back, pulling her closer into his embrace.

“Trust you?”

Tom smirked. “Of course. I am your boss, you know. You’re not showing very much respect at the moment.”

“It’s not my fault that you’re so sneaky,” she replied, moving her arms up around his neck and playing with the ends of his hair.

“Sneaky?”

“Oh, don’t give me that! I may be your girlfriend, but I’m not an idiot.”

Tom grinned this time. “Well, if you think I’m sneaky and don’t trust me, why are you with me?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Would I really have a choice?”

It was true. He had relentlessly pursued her once they started working together. Of course, it was all part of the bigger picture … his ultimate plan. He needed her by his side if he wanted to succeed. She was the brightest witch of her age, after all, and would be an awful foe to have.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he finally said, still grinning at her.

Hermione sighed and gave him a look. “Well, in that case, I best get back to work,” she replied and quickly spun back around, causing Tom’s arms to fall by his side abruptly. “You go on home; I’ll meet you there later,” she added as an afterthought.

Tom gave a disbelieving look to the back of her head. She had completely forgot about the dinner. This would not do, this would not do at all! He leant down, boxing her into the desk by resting his hands on the table, and leant towards her so his lips brushed against her ear.

“Forgetting something, dear?” he murmured.

She looked up from her book and then quickly turned and pecked him on the cheek. “Sorry,” she said. “Oh! But I did forget something … Can you pop into the shop on the way home and get some milk? I used the last of it this morning.”

Milk?! That cheeky witch! And what was worse, was that she had completely forgotten about this dinner. It was a very important dinner … where some very integral funding was to be secured.

Tom pushed his body up against hers and ignored the tiny gasp she made. “Wrong answer,” he said, and reached over, pulling her book away and pushing it across the table.

“Hey! I was in the middle—”

“And I am your boss, so I say when you stop work. Besides, how am I supposed to punish you properly with your head in a book?”

She stilled at his last sentence and Tom smirked. “Ah yes, now I have your attention,” he said, and moved one of his hands off the desk and placed it against her stomach, pushing underneath her robes and feeling the silky material of the blouse she was wearing.

She sighed and leaned back into him as his fingers began deftly undoing the buttons of her top, exposing the smooth and silky skin of her stomach underneath. Tom moved his other hand to her top and undid the rest of her buttons, finally exposing the creamy white lace bra underneath. He moved both hands up to her breasts, cupping the material of her bra and squeezing.

“Thomas …” she sighed.

His lips moved to her neck and he placed a soft kiss there, before he looked down, watching as he moved his hands under the cups of her bra to play with her soft, full breasts.

“You remember the dinner we were supposed to go to?”

Hermione gasped as he pinched and rolled one of her nipples. “We?”

“Yes, ‘we’,” Tom muttered, moving his hands from her delectable breasts to her shoulders, where he swiftly pulled her blouse and outer robe off.

“I don’t recall agreeing to this dinner,” Hermione replied and hummed in delight as his hands moved to her hips and gripped them tightly as he ground his growing erection against her arse.

Tom scoffed and began pulling the tight material of her pencil skirt up so it sat above her hips, her matching creamy lace knickers exposed. “Now you’re going to be punished, doubly so.”

“Double punishment?” she asked and then gasped as his one of his hands slapped her arse, the noise of it echoing through her office.

“First, for questioning your boss on your project,” he said and pushed her knickers down. “And secondly, pretending to forget about something very important, that has been planned for months, mind you.”

Hermione groaned as Tom reached down between her legs, a smirk appearing when he felt just how turned on she was. Moving his fingers up and down against her sex, he then moved his lips to her neck, sucking and biting the areas he knew which made her shudder.

Her hands tried to reach behind but he quickly put a stop to that, bending her over so she was forced to brace her hands against the desk. He quickly reached for his belt, and unbuckled it and his pants, all while enjoying the view of her bent over in front of him, waiting for him. She moaned when he rubbed his cock against her backside.

“What do you want?” he asked, rubbing himself along her clit.

She tried moving back against him, trying to force him inside her. Tom quickly stepped away and smirked when she cried out in protest.

“You have to tell me,” he said.

“Tell you what?”

“You know what,” he replied, stepping back towards her and running his fingers along her cunt.

She gasped. “Please,” she said.

“Please what?” He enjoyed playing with her. Her cheeks would be bright pink by now, and she would no doubt be chewing on that bottom lip of hers. She struggled talking dirty with him, something that he had been working on changing since they started sleeping together.

“Please … fuck me. Please fuck me.”

“All you had to do was ask nicely,” he replied, and with that, grabbed her hips, lined himself up and thrust into her.

They both groaned at the sensation. As always, she was ready, tight, hot and wet. Tom began thrusting slowly at first, running his hands along her lower back as he did so. Her skin was as soft as velvet, and he realised would never tire of touching it.

Finally, he began to speed up his movements, and the sounds of skin furiously meeting skin, and their mingled groans echoed around the otherwise quiet room. Tom’s hands moved up her back and around to her breasts, where he squeezed and pinched her nipples.

“I need, I need …” Hermione panted.

Tom bent down, so his lips brushed against her ear. “I want you to touch yourself,” he commanded in a low, silky drawl.

“Ah …” she gasped, as he hit a particularly deep spot.

“Like I showed you, remember?” he whispered as he placed hot open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder.

She removed one of her hands from the table and reached down between her legs. She gasped as she began touching herself. Tom pinched and rolled her nipples, causing her to cry out loudly as all the sensations hit her at once.

Moving away from her neck, he closed his eyes and his head dropped back as she moaned again. She was purely and utterly his, and never in a million years did he imagine, all those years ago, when he first properly noticed her in the Hogwarts library that he would have her over a desk, fifty years in the future, fucking her like there was no tomorrow.

She was so close, he could feel it. Determined to feel her come around him, he sped up his thrusts, making them deep and hard, and finally she shrieked and he felt her grip and flutter around him. It felt like hot velvet on his cock, and Tom briefly lost control, all of his attention on her and how she felt, as he too let go.

Their deep, gasping breaths mingled in air tinged with sex and magic. Tom held her against him as she attempted to regain her composure and when she could finally stand on her own he stepped away from her and with a wave of his wand righted both their clothes.

Hermione sighed and looked up at the clock before looking dejectedly at her unfinished paperwork. “Well, I suppose we best leave, otherwise we’ll be late for dinner.

“Don’t worry; we’ve got all the time in the world,” he replied, his fingers easily entwining with hers as they walked out of the office together.

#END

A/N: So, do you think that Tom was tasking Hermione with that so he could inadvertently send her back, therefore believing the whole “time is a loop” idea? Curious to hear your thoughts! I personally get a bit confused thinking about it, so left it a bit open for readers to decide for themselves.

Whilst I know Time Travel is impossible (well who knows really?!), I liked that Stephen Hawking once said that if Time Travel were possible, it would only be travelling forward in time that would be possible. I like the idea of Tom travelling forward in time. It presents so many interesting ideas and possibilities.

Thank you for reading; I had a lot of fun writing this! This story was way longer than I initially planned … but I’m sure you all don’t mind.

Most importantly, I hope that Relent1ess, enjoyed reading this, as it’s for her xox
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