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Mind & Will	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 11785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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As always classes were a breeze for Tom. In fact, they had gotten easier now that he didn’t have to deal with a certain annoying Transfiguration Professor that always got in the way any time Tom wanted to have a bit of fun.
He enjoyed the fact that he had so many of his elective classes with Hermione. He always loved to show how brilliant he was, and this was made all the more enjoyable by how frustrated she got when he answered questions first or more thoroughly than she did.
She had become used to being the brightest and smartest in her year, and he had to admit she was far more brilliant than any witch he had ever met before, but that didn’t mean she was playing at his level.
At lunch, he tuned the Greengrass girl out as he watched the Gryffindor table. His eyes moved between Hermione, who was sitting with that slug wrapped around her, to Ginny who sat next to other girls in her year.
“I’m working on that meeting,” Draco told him as he sat down across from Tom. “But it may have to wait until I can get a letter back from my grandfather.” He said carefully; he was apparently testing to see how put-out this would make Tom.
“What can you tell me about Ginny Weasley?” He asked because he had expected the Slytherins to need some assurance of who he was so the delay didn't concern him.
“The Weasley slut?" Daphne cut in before Draco could say anything at all. “The whole family are blood traitors even if they come from a pureblood line.”
“The Weasleys are known for the fascination and protection of muggles,” Draco said carefully knowing full well Tom had already been interested in a mudblood.
“Is she, in fact, a slut?” He asked wondering what he would do if his mate had been touched by so many others men.
“I hear she’s buggered the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team… I mean expect her brother... probably.” Daphne cut in again.
“There is some talk about her, but that mostly stems from how big Weasley’s mouth is, and the fact that she's super hot,” Draco admitted. “Officially she’s had like three boyfriends of which I know. We should ask Blaise; he has a certain fascination with her.”
“I’m giving you good information.” Daphne snapped making Tom turn his attention on her.
“Sweetheart you had a catty tone, so I wasn’t listening.” He said in a smooth but condescending tone. To her credit, she looked hurt by his words, which meant she wasn’t as dumb as he had originally thought. “Leave.” He ordered making her get up and move to a different part of the Slytherin table.
“The Greengrass’ could be helpful to you.” Draco pointed out carefully. “More than the Weasleys by far.”
“I came to this time to find a woman that was worth my attention. She is not it.” He told Malfoy.
“Her sister isn’t that bad.” Draco offered tentatively.
“Than you marry her,” Tom said going back to watching his women. “I need to focus on figuring out which one it is so I can take her, and this spell can stop distracting me.”
“And it’s between Weasley and Granger?” Draco asked in a disbelieving tone.
“I’m sure of it,” Tom said only letting his purpose slip to the boy because it would be helpful to have some backup in his task.
“Ones a blood traitor and the other is a mudblood.” The blond reminded him leaning in closer.
“They are both intelligent, willful women who won’t bore me.” He countered narrow his eye. “There is always an exception to every rule Draco and if you can’t see Granger for what she is…” He started dangerously.
“So you want them to spite their unfortunate situations?” The boy asked carefully.
“Of course. I foresee there being some flaw with my match. These flaws can be mitigated.” He said with a nod. “I have a lot of access to Hermione even if she is angry with me. I need more access to the other one so I can be sure which one it is.”
“You could take my detention duty tonight,” Draco said hopefully making Tom frown.
“She has detention tonight?” He asked knowing the answer already. The boy would only look so pleased if it were something Tom would be willing to do.
“I’m supposed to oversee her while she is cleaning the Defence classroom without magic.” He explained sounding bored by the very concept. “Seems she was a little too vigorous in her counter curses today in class and Professor Black felt she needed a lesson in humility.”
“That works rather well for me, what time is her detention?” Tom asked and smiled as he thought about being so close to figuring out which one was his true mate.
He made sure to get to the room a bit early so that he could be waiting for her when she arrived. He sat down at the Professor’s desk and put his feet up casually as he pulled out one of his school books to read while he waited.
“I thought Malfoy had this detention,” Ginny said smirking as she moved into the room and set her things down.
She had changed out of his school robes and looked ready to clean with faded muggle pants and a tank top. She auburn locks were braided into pigtails. She looked rather adorable, and he wondered if this was special for Malfoy.
“We traded.” He said pretending to go back to his book. “I assume you know what to do.” He said as if he wasn't paying attention to everything she did.
“Yeah, spend the next few hours getting to know you and then use my wand to clean this mess.” She said as he heard her approach the front of the class.
“Is that how they do detentions now?” He asked smirking at her as she sat down on the side of the desk so she could easily face him without getting too intimate.
“I don’t know what you're expecting, but I am not nearly the slag that my brother makes it seem.” She told him bluntly.
“That is good to know.” He said setting the book aside so he could look at her.
“You don’t seem put out that you aren’t getting some sexual favor, so why make the trade?” She asked looking at him with interest.
“I wanted to get to know you.” He told her honestly. “Some people think you’re just a pretty face, but somehow I doubt that.” He said as she studied her expression.
“Do people think you’re just a pretty face?” She countered taking him in as well.
“All the time.” He said with a chuckle.
“Hermione told me what happened in the city.” She said pulling her legs up, so she was sitting cross-legged on the desk as she turned to face him. “If you’re playing with her I will murder you.” She told him seriously, and he believed she had the darkness to do it. That pleased him even more.
“If you meant that, why is your brother still alive?” He asked seriously; it still angered him to think of the damage that man had done to his girl.
She sighed shaking her head as if she knew exactly what she was talking about.
“He gets the family pass, and she thinks she’s in love.” She told him honestly.
“If I really wanted her, would you help me take her away from him. I don’t think she is going to listen to me after all.” He said wondering if she could turn this one into an alley.
“That depends, why do you think you deserve her?” She asked leaning forward as she spoke. “And how exactly do you plan to treat her?”
“If she were mine, she would be the safest, most cared for, and challenged woman in the country.” He told her honestly.
“But you haven’t decided if you want her yet?” She questioned with narrowed eyes. “What’s the holdup?”
“I’ve only known her a few days.” He pointed out with a chuckle.
“But that was enough time to order her to break up with her boyfriend and tell her she will be coming to your bed any time now?” She asked rolling her eyes.
“It will happen, now are you helping?” He asked with a smirk.
“When you tell me what the hold up is.” She said with her own smirk.
“I can’t know if she is the one until I taste someone else.” He said, his smirk turning into a sly smile. “There is one other I've felt an attraction to since coming to this time you see.”
“Well, you should stop following your dick around, because no one is better than Hermione.” She told him sternly as she sat up again.
“You have a mouth on you don’t you?” Tom asked with a grin.
“I’ve never heard that one before. Just because a girl knows her mind, doesn’t mean she is less of a girl.” She told him firmly.
“I completely agree, as long as she agrees with me.” He said as he got to his feet so he could stand over her
When she stuck her tongue out at him like a child, he shifted forward and wrapped his lips around it before pressing his own against it. She let out a little keening sound as he deepened the kiss. His hands moved to her hips pulling her whole body closer to him as he owned her mouth.
She tasted as sweet as Hermione, smokey and delicious. How was he ever going to decide between the two? Just as he was trying to work it out, the redhead pushed him back and covered her mouth.
“You were messing with her!” The girl growled as she pulled out her wand, but he was faster and had a shield up before the hex flew in his direction.
“No. I told you.” He said as he reflected a barrage of hexes coming from the firey witch. They were grade school hexes, he would be happy to teach her some far better ones once she understood he was not a target, but he was impressed by her speed and willingness to hurt him.
“You can’t make moves two girls in less than a week!” She snapped nicking him with a stinging hex.
“Enough!” With a wave of his wand, all the doors to the room closed and locked. When she jumped in reaction, he took her down with a full body bind and watched as she toppled to the ground.
I let his temper cool just a bit as he moved to the girl now lying motionless on the floor. “Be a good girl, and I won’t bind you again.” He told her firmly before lifting the curse and letting her relax a bit as he stood over her.
“You’re a bastard.” She growled as she rubbed the back of her head.
“I was honest,” Tom said watching her for any sign of aggression. “I’m attracted to you both, which is most inconvenient for me.” He said with a hiss as he stepped back. “I’m not going to be able to focus on anything else until this spell decides which one of you should be mine.”
He thought for sure kissing both girls was the key, but he still wanted both girls. In fact, he wanted them both more now that when he started, and he couldn’t have this spell over him for the rest of his life.
“What spell?” She asked, and he sighed, he had said too much in his frustration.
“The ritual is called Sociis Perfectus.” He said with a sigh. “I am very sure it's what brought me to your time.” He would have to obliviate her anyway, but for now, her input could be helpful.
“What does it do?” She asked still frowning up at him from the floor as she crossed her legs once again.
“You know ladies don’t sit like that.” He said as his eyes traveled to the crotch of her pants.
“I’m a Weasley, not a lady.” She said as if that made all the sense in the world.
“The spell is supposed to guide me to my perfect mate, but instead it is guiding me towards you and Hermione.” He said as he started to pace in thought. What had gone wrong with the spell? He knew he cast it perfectly; he casts everything perfectly.
“Well, the answer is obvious.” The girl on the floor said rolling her eyes at him.
“Oh?” he asked looking down at her.
“Yeah. I can’t believe you missed it.” She shook her head.
“That somehow the spell backfired and I have found my way to hell?” He offered with a sneer.
“No.” She rolled her eyes. “That Hermione and I together are your perfect mate.”
He stopped in his tracks as the simplicity of her answer made complete sense. He was too much wizard for just one woman, having two by his side could mean even better things. A slow smile started to form on his lips.
“Unfortunately your screwed or crazy if you think…” She stopped as he looked back at her with a much too pleased expression. “There is no way you are going to convince us to share you. I don’t even like you anymore.”
“Of course you like me.” He said offering her his hand. “You were made for me.”
She took the offered hand but kept her suspicious expression. “I don’t think you understand free will.”
“I don’t think you understand the way the spell was designed.” He said moving behind her and wrapping his arm around her waist. “You are going to help me get rid of your brother so we can have Hermione to ourselves.” He said as she pushed her braid off her neck.
“I’m not…” She gasped as he nipped at the place she shoulder met her neck.
“You wouldn’t be my perfect mates if I couldn’t make you both happy if we couldn’t all make each other happy.” He told her pushing the fabric of her shirt aside so that he could feel her stomach.
“I’m not a slut.” She said trying to push him away, but somehow being this close felt very good.
“I know, darling.” He told her as he undid his tie, for the spell to settle on her Tom needed as much skin to skin contact as he could get. “No one is ever going to think that again, once they know who you belong to.” He explained as he started to trail kissed down her shoulder, pushing her bra and shirt aside as he went.
“What are you doing to me.” She asked breathlessly, as he head lulled back and he started to pull her shirt off completely.
“Letting the spell finish between us.” He told her parting only briefly so he could toss her shirt away before opening his own and pressing bare chest against her back.
“My whole body is tingling.” She gasped, and soon he was the only thing holding her up.
“That is because you were right, you do belong to me.” He told her as he bit her shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks. As he expected she let out a soft moan as the pain excited her.
“My friends are going to break this spell.” She gasped as she pressed her body closer to his.
“It isn't a love spell darling; I’m not tricking you, or controlling you.” He promised. “I don't want a puppet.”
“I don’t understand what it's doing to me.” She gasped her hands clutching the arm he had wrapped around her. She would feel the drive to be as close as possible to him; she would want him inside of her as the spell was locking into place.
“Just enjoy my sweet, it will be over soon.” He promised, deciding it would be for the best not to take advantage of her in this state. He prepared for what the spell would push him to do, but Tom had a considerable amount of self-control, and he knew taking her now would damage his future plans for the girl.
“Please.” She whimpered as he was sure the full need of the spell was starting to crash down on her. “Don’t you want me?” She asked as her hands shakingly slipped down to the zipper of her jeans.
He could feel her wiggle against him as she pushed down her pants then she surprised him by yanking on his arm to place his hand directly over her waiting quim. His other arm had to come up to brace her against him as they both nearly toppled forward because of the move.
“I want you darling.” He breathed as overriding his desire was becoming harder as the little vixen cheated in this way. His brushed his fingers over the smooth skin between her legs before pulling his hand back. He needed to control himself. “It’s almost over.” He told her as his own breath shook now with need.
He felt the moment it eased up, as the need calmed within them both and he let out a relieved sigh that he had made it without doing what she would see as a violation of her trust.
“Oh, Merlin.” She said in a little whimpering tone before pulling roughly out of his arms so she could fix her clothes.
“Now, do you feel any different from before?” He asked to prove he had not laid some dark spell or binding upon her… yet.
She blinked at him a few times as she was taking stock of herself while passing her shirt from one hand to the other. “No.” She said, and he could hear the relief in her voice, but as a smirk formed on his face, she punched him right in the nose.
His hand flew to cover his face as he wasn't exactly sure how to deal with the shock of actually being punched by the petite girl in front of him. It wasn’t a girl punch either, she had force in those toned arms, and he couldn’t help when his temper flared.
“CURCIO!” He growled drawing his wand so she would end up splayed on the floor before him. It seemed even a woman that was made for him would need a little training before she would truly understand her place.
“That is enough Mr. Riddle.” He lifted the curse to swing around and aim his wand at the new speaker in the room. No one should have been able to make it passed the door once he locked it, but Professor Regulus Black stood there with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I can explain.” He said lowering his wand as the girl whimpered behind him. He had just cast an unforgivable on another student, and now there was a witness. This was what always happened when he let his emotions get in the way; he got sloppy.
“Oh, I'm sure you can come up with something.” The teacher said as he closed the door behind him. “I’ve been asking around about you.” He said calmly moving into the classroom and stunning Ginny with a smooth movement on his way to his desk.
Tom looked at the girl, thinking it was may be for the best if she was out when he had to kill the Professor. He fixed his throbbing nose with a spell before turning his full attention to the other man.
“Have you?” He asked moving his hand behind his back but keeping his wand at the ready.
“You were here in school during my parents day you see. When mother was alive, she spoke of a young man who could have done great things for Wizard kind, if only he hadn’t disappeared in his final year at Hogwarts.”
“Is that so?” He asked knowing better than to trust the man, even if he did like where this was going. “What was this young man’s name?” He asked curiously.
“She would never tell us. It just wasn’t done, she would say.” The man explained as she took a seat behind his desk. “But now I have a young man from the past who doesn’t think twice about casting the Cruciatus, and in less than a day has my favorite Malfoy severing him. What am I to think?”
“That if it only takes me one day to get a Malfoy, I'm going to be very dangerous if you just give me a little more time,” Tom said knowing full well he was very dangerous in that very moment. “And that I had an excellent reason for punishing the girl.”
The man let out a disbelieving sound as he looked at Miss Weasley laying prone on the ground. “You lost your temper. Not that I blame you with that one.”
“She’s mine,” Tom said stepping between the Professor and the girl to keep her out of sight.
“So this is the girl you had to travel more than fifty years to find?” He asked rolling his eyes. “No blood traitors back in 1945?” He mocked making Tom’s eyes narrow.
“She can be taught the correct way of thinking,” Tom said glancing down at her without really taking his attention from the professor. “That is if we can come to an accord.” He added letting the man think they were on the same footing.
“You should Olivate her of the whole Unforgivable incident. She comes from a long line of Gryffindors, and I doubt she would ever forgive your loss of control.”
“And what am I going to do about you?” Tom asked thinking he had to agree with the man’s assessment.
“I'm willing to take an Unbreakable Vow never to tell what I witnessed here as long as you refrain from casting those spells within these walls again.” The Professor offered.
“Specify what you mean by those spells? Dark magic, or just the Unforgivables?” He asked knowing there was a dramatic difference between the two.
“We’ll say the Unforgivables.” He offered with a wave of his hand.
“We’ll need a binder.” Tom pointed out.
“Malfoy, he is already under your thrall correct?” The Professor asked making Tom smile with a slight nod.
“Could you go get him while I fix your room, we had a bit of a tussle,” Tom said glancing around at the damage Ginny’s spells had left around the classroom.
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