Hermione and Tom were together for five years by now and tonight, he was picking her up for their anniversary dinner at a posh restaurant his secretary had reserved for them.

As he arrived at her office door, he noticed that it was closed, which usually meant that she was occupied. Tom glanced at his watch and noted that her office hours were over an hour ago. He walked in without knocking.

An unexpected anger and possessiveness washed over him as he realized that she was not alone.

"Oh, hello, Tom," she greeted. He watched as she checked the time and became flustered suddenly, "oh, no! It's already six? Our reservation is tonight, isn't it? I'm so sorry."

He didn't acknowledge her apology as he stared at the student that made her forget the rigid office hours that she had set for years.

Hermione cleared her throat, "this is one of my first year students in my intro to international relations course, Colin Creevey. Colin, this is my . . ." she trailed off and he finally looked at her. She blinked before she continued, "this is my soulmate, Tom Riddle."

"Soulmate?" the kid repeated.

The young student seemed in awe to be in his presence as he opened his mouth but Hermione laid a hand on his arm and he stopped himself.

"Perhaps you can leave whatever questions you have for another day. Tom hasn't had dinner yet and he tends to be cranky when he hasn't eaten."

The boy seemed to deflate, "oh, I understand. Well, I'll see you in class on Tuesday, Professor. Goodbye!"

Tom didn't move from his spot when the door closed and it was just the two of them.

She sighed heavily as she took in his stance and leaned back in her seat.

"What is it now, Tom?"

He exhaled slowly from his nose before he answered.

"You made me leave five minutes before your office hours ended no matter what," he stated, hating how petulant the comment sounded coming out of his mouth.

Hermione scoffed at him as she slouched and tugged at her bun, releasing her hair so that it would cascade down her back and shoulders, "Please do not tell me that you are jealous of a seventeen year old child, Tom."

He narrowed his eyes at her as he stalked towards her desk and laid his palms down, "I don't like you forgetting about our date."

"Tom," she said in exasperation.

"Hermione," he returned in the same tone.

"We have an hour and a half before our reservations. You are jealous of a child."

He walked around to her desk and stood behind her, threading his fingers into her hair and massaging her scalp. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to her ear before his tongue darted out and licked her neck, suckling on it hard, relishing in the moan she gave him.

"So what if I am?" he murmured into her skin, "I'm not fond of sharing my time with you."

"I have responsibilities beyond you, Mister Riddle," Hermione rasped as Tom slid his hands down the front of her blouse, cupping her full breast into his hands, watching with unbridled lust as she arched her back into them. His fingers toyed with her sensitive nipples as she let out breathy pants.

"Do you now?" He asked her quietly as he continued his assault on her breasts and moved his lips against her neck.

"Yes," Hermione managed to answer as he began to unbutton her blouse, exposing her breasts to the cool air.

"And what do those responsibilities necessitate, pray tell?" He demanded, scraping his teeth against the exposed line of her neck and watching in satisfaction as she shivered.

"Fucking you," she responded teasingly, making him stop in his tracks.

"Why, Professor Granger, I thought you said that you had responsibilities beyond me."

Hermione spun her chair around and faced him, a small smile toying at her lips, "I'll make an exception for you tonight, Mister Riddle, but don't get too excited."

She pushed herself up from the plush seat and wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to press her lips against his, "perhaps I'll make an exception for you each night, luv. Don't you think so?"

A smile tugged at his lips at her question before he ran his tongue against the seam of her own lips. She willingly parted them for him as he captured her lips between his own. He sucked on the plump flesh as she turned them around and he found himself sitting on her seat with her on her knees before him.

She smirked mischievously at him as she looked up, eyes wide, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, before she reached for his belt buckle.

"I know you'd like to keep your spot as my best student, Mister Riddle, but I don't know if this is the best way to go about it. I'll indulge you tonight."

Tom leaned his head back and groaned as she wrapped her soft lips around his cock, taking it to the hilt before swallowing around him.

"Fuck, baby," he wrapped her hair around his hands. When she stopped, he looked down to see a gleam in her eyes and laughed, "my apologies, Professor Granger, I forgot that you don't like the pet names."

Her laughter vibrated around his dick, causing him to flinch at the sudden pleasure. He couldn't stop the moans that fell from his lips as she took his length down her wet and warm mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she deepthroated him again and the sound of her choking on him almost had him cumming.

He pulled her into his lap before he could. She smiled at him and pressed her lips against his. With her legs around his waist and her toes barely reaching the ground, she sank onto his length, relishing in the hiss of pleasure he gave her as she bottomed out.

She leaned down and ran her lips across his neck, loving the feel of his hands tightening at her waist.

"Mister Riddle," she whispered into his ear as she began to ride him slowly, grinding her hips into his, savoring every jerk of his hips and every moan of pleasure that fell from his lips, "you are as much mine as I am yours and I am all yours."

She pulled back from him and stared into his eyes, never once halting in her ministrations as she got lost into the depth of those granite windows to his soul.

Hermione panted as she continued the agonizing pace, "I want no one but you and I will never want anyone but you. You were mine since the day you were born as I have been yours since I have born."

She twisted her hips into a figure eight and released a rough moan, "I'm all yours, Tom."

"All mine," he grunted back before he stood up suddenly and deposited her on her desk, "and I am all yours."

Tom leaned forward and devoured her lips, taking them in between his teeth and suckling on the soft flesh, stealing all of her sighs and moans selfishly. His tongue was insistent against her own as his hands ran down her back to her backside and squeezed hard, pressing himself against her.

She felt his cock twitch inside of her and shivered.

He withdrew from her, then, and she whined from the lost of him before he turned her on her stomach and pressed her against her desk. Without warning, he nudged her legs apart and drove himself inside of her roughly, making her gasp at the unexpected bliss.

"Tom," she keened as he began to set a hard pace, almost as torturous as the slow one she had set for them earlier. The sound of his thighs slapping against her ass filled the room as her moans rose in cadence. She felt him press kisses down her back as his hands gripped her shoulders to pull her down on his dick.

"You look so good like this," he whispered, "do you like fucking your student, Professor?"

She somehow answered him, "only you, always you."

She writhed helplessly beneath his body as he didn't slow down or let up the pace. She found herself begging for the release as he continued his rough path, grinding his pelvis into her ass periodically. His fingers reached between her thighs and he rubbed down on the nub.

She thought she could die from how much pleasure he was giving her. The feel of him squeezing back into her warmth each time he withdrew and his balls slapping against her ass was mind-altering. He pinned her down effectively so that all she could do was raise her head and watch him disappear in between her thighs.

Noticing her watching him, he flashed her a devilish smirk before he pulled her up by her arms, and if possible, fucked her even harder.

"Cum for me, Hermione," he ordered, "please, baby."

She couldn't help herself even if she tried. She loved when he begged her for anything, even if he was actually telling her what to do, and him asking her to cum set her off.

It was unhindered bliss as the tight coil that had been building in the pit of her stomach let go. A strangled cry fell from her lips as waves of pleasure coursed throughout her body. She felt herself clench against his length and gripping his dick before a low groan tore out of his mouth. His movements became jerky as he finally spilled himself inside of her.

They laid there for a few heartbeats, only the sound of their harsh breathing filling the silence between them. Hermione wiggled against him and laughed as he stilled her.

"We'll miss our reservations if you keep doing that," Tom warned her. She turned around with him still inside her.

"Happiest of anniversaries, my love," she whispered into his skin as his thumb caressed his initials against her thigh.

TMR.

She reached down and ran her fingers across her own initials on his hips while pressing her lips against his collarbone.

HJG.

"You're mine," she claimed almost savagely, "as I am yours. Next time you forget that when you get jealous over one of my students, you remember that it's my initials marking your body and your initials marking my body."

He gave her a low chuckle in return.

"I like it when you reprimand me," he said, pressing a kiss against her forehead, "happy anniversary."

Author's Note: Who doesn't like some minor role play with their partner? Find me on tumblr under the same pen name and look out for an update on infinitum soon!