Smut warning.

Reader POV

Horace's words kept ringing my ear as I walked to the Slytherin common room as I was an unofficial teacher assigned to the house. Students greeted me with respect and I in turn would overlook midnight runs to the kitchens, something I missed during my days as a student.

Smiling fondly, I remembered the first time Tom kissed me. Our group had snuck into the kitchens and tip-toed past the sleeping elves to get our hands on the food, Tom and I getting locked into a pantry on accident and him kissing me. It was one of most memorable times of my life.

Tom and I spoke on a phone in my bedroom as he was busy in Albania. Though we originally agreed on going together, ultimately the job at Hogwarts was too demanding and he had to by himself.

"I miss you," he said with remorse. "Once I'm done, I'll floo-powder my way right to you, do you understand?"

"I understand. Tom, can we talk?"

At my worried voice, he gulped. "Hey, how about I come over right now. Is there a fire going on right now in the common room?"

"No."

"Alright. Let me go put on some clothes and I'll come. I love you." Tom hung up. Moments later, I heard a sound in the common room and went out to go greet him.

"Come." I guided him to my room quickly, grateful the students were in their rooms. Once the door was closed and a silencing charm placed over, Tom locked me in a hug.

"I've missed you so much, Moony." He gently removed stray hairs out of my eyesight and kissed me. "Now tell me what's wrong."

I sat down on my bed and looked at him with anguish in my eyes. "Tom, I love you, more than you'll know. But that club of yours, I don't like the rumors going around."

He knelt down and took my hands, kissing them. "I know about the rumors, Moony. But I would never, not ever kill a muggle or mud-blood."

I slowly took my hands out of his, placing them on my lap. "That's another issue. I don't like how you talk about them, they're not responsible for their lineage. If anything, I respect them more for making lives for themselves in our world despite not being born into it. That's how you and I met, remember?"

"But my dear," he gave me a long and hard stare.

Stop he's so HOT-

"They rejected us. My father left my mother to die. Your father was killed by them. How can I not hate them?"

I held his face in my hands, him instantly melting at my touch. "Tom, you brainless fool. It's as if a wizard killed a muggle and that muggle hated our kind. You can't hate an entire race because of what a few have done-"

"You're the fool." He placed his hands on mine, me shivering at the cold. "They started that war. Hitler himself orchestrated the deaths of all those innocent souls in those...camps. That's how everyone is. My group and I work to protect magic folk, and eradicate those who wish to see us all gone. Make no mistake, my dear, they know we exist."

I could tell through the ring that he truly believed what he said, and I could understand why he did. "But my love, don't you understand? We can't fight hate with hate. I want our children to have a relationship with my brother, something I know many do not approve. I don't care what they say, but I care when you are the leader of that... supremacist group. What will that teach our children?"

At my words, Tom sighed heavily and nodded. "You're right, Moony. We should give them some sort of credit for making their lives despite the hardships. I'm just...well, I want to protect those I love and care for, I would burn the world if anything happened to you. This is my way of protecting you."

I knew what he said made sense, but I had to hold my ground. "I know and I love that you do that. But...if you really believe you're avenging your mother like this, promise me that you won't go killing muggles and muggle-borns for the sake of it. If we are going to start our family, I want us to have a united front, do you understand?"

He stood up and wrapped me in his arms. "I understand perfectly well. Thank you for listening to me."

I felt the ring pulsate and I knew he was feeling very relieved, most likely suspecting the worst. "Why...why don't you stay the night?"

"Am I allowed?" He gave me a mischievous smile. "The head of Slytherin House won't care?"

"I'm his assistant, he wouldn't question me. Besides, I have a silencing charm on right now."

Tom's head moved to my neck, placing gentle kisses on it and lowering me onto my back with the utmost care. "Naughty girl."

"But you love me."

He laced his hands with mine and ground his hips slowly, me moaning at the feeling. "You drive me insane, woman." His gentle kisses became more aggressive as he pinned my arms above my head with his left hand and used his right to lift my long skirt up and stroke my folds causing me to arch my back. "You like that, darling?"

His lips met mine as he released my hands and unbuttoned his messy shirt, me undressing just as fast. "You're such a naughty girl, Moony."

"You can't leave marks-"

"I'll do whatever I fucking please. He grabbed my face and exposed my neck, placing his hands behind my back to draw me in closer. "I can remove the hickeys with a healing spell. So relax and feel."

His face slid down my body as he pressed kisses down at an agonizingly slow place, his hands moving to gently massage my breasts. He looked right up at me and grabbed my hand with his left one. "When it feels good, make sure you squeeze. Let this fucking world know who you fucking belong to."

Even though there was a silencing charm placed on the room, it was extremely hot. I felt his hot breath on my pussy and then I felt his tongue. He attacked me mercilessly and earned whimpers from my mouth as I squeezed his hand and arched my back, my other hand covering my eyes.

"No," he stopped his movements and glared at me. "You fucking look at me, my dear, as you cum in my mouth."

He went back to work worshipping me and all I could do was lay there and take it. I let out a gasp when he inserted two fingers and I could see his smirk.

"So wet for me like a good girl. Your pussy is sucking me in so good. It knows who it fucking belongs to." His movements brought me closer to the edge and I tried to push his head back, only for him to take his other hand after getting out of my grasp and pushing my legs further apart as if he was starving. "Don't you dare look away from me. If you dare finish without looking at me, I'll make sure you regret it."

I gripped the sheets and let him bring me to ecstasy, though he did not stop once I came and instead kept his movements up, causing my legs to start shaking.

"I want you to beg for me like a good girl," he demanded with a low voice. "Beg me to fuck you so hard that you'll have to hobble around. So everyone knows who owns this pretty little pussy of yours."

"Please," I whimpered as he rubbed the head of his cock against my folds. "I need you."

He leaned over and kissed me deeply, driving his tongue right into my mouth and pushing three fingers into my wetness. "Try again, darling."

I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, arching my back and locking his body close to mine with my legs so our areas were pressed together. "I want you to fuck me so hard, Tom. I want your children, I love you, only you-AH!" He pushed himself into me in one quick and forceful motion, moaning into my ear.

"Fuck, that's right baby. I'm the only one who can make you cry out like this." His right hand went to my throat and used his other to lift my legs onto his shoulders, allowing him deeper access. "You're not getting away from me. I'll fuck you over and over, fill you to the brim, until I'm absolutely sure that you're carrying my child."

My eyes rolled back at the feeling as he leaned down and mercilessly fucked me, as if driving an internal imprint on my insides, telling the world I was only his. And I welcomed it, not even caring that the clock was chiming midnight and I would have to be up at 0645. A night with Tom was always worth it.