Okay just a few quick notes this is an alternate universe

Morsmordre infatuation

Chapter 4

"Do not be afraid; our fate cannot be taken from us; it's a gift"-Dante Alighieri

Hermione tossed and turned and eventually after an hour of restlessness, she got up and grabbed her night gown before heading out towards the common room.

She entered the empty common room and sighed in relief as she saw it was empty, the last thing she wanted was company.

Her mind was in turmoil and her emotions a little frayed.

Things were moving too fast.

She hardly knew tom, yes-she had spent weeks with him-almost constantly but lately she had gotten a weird feeling every time he was present.

Hermione was staring at the dying embers of the huge coble stone fire place when she heard footsteps approaching; she quickly got up and hurried towards the girls chambers when a familiar voice stopped her.

She almost rolled her eyes at the irony

"Couldn't sleep?" drawled the all too familiar voice that haunted her dreams

Hermione turned around and nodded "you could say that"

"In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straightway was lost"-Dante Alighieri

Even in the middle of the night he looked impeccable and…gorgeous.

Tom motioned towards the green velvet couch "I should get back to bed-"

"I insist" said tom, steal underlying his smooth voice-for a moment she thought she saw his iris's flash red but shook it off as the play of light.

Hermione sat next to Tom on the couch and glanced up at him, he was staring at her intently suddenly making her feel self-conscious. Hermione pulled the lapels of her night gown together-this seemed to annoy Tom. Hermione frowned "is there something you wanted?" she asked

Tom smirked "you could say that" he twirled a golden-brown lock of hers between his fingers and gently tugged her towards him "I've been thinking about you a lot lately" tom cocked his head to the side a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth "specifically about your lips, I find them most interesting; the colour, the fullness especially-" he dragged his thumb across her bottom lip "the softness" he whispered thickly.

Anticipation and nervousness seemed to bleed into her blood stream along with a dose of adrenaline, her heart started pumping faster and her breathing started to match the tempo of her heart.

Hermione's mind was whirling as per usual with anything concerning Tom.

He slowly inched forward bringing his left arm around her to grip the top of the couch fiercely as if it would help alleviate some of his tension. His lips hovered just above hers- their breaths mingling, both inhaling each other, Hermione tangled her fingers in his hair at the base of his neck before wetting her lips unconsciously with her small pink tongue She looked at his lips for a long moment before releasing a small whimper and crushing his lips to hers. The kiss was like an inferno that just kept getting hotter and hotter; Hermione released an unintelligible noise as his hand moved down her spine resting on her backside, his other hand rested on her hip gripping it tightly as he devoured her mouth relentlessly.

Hermione swung her right leg around him, straddling his waist she broke the kiss and looked down at him seeming to commit every detail to memory. Everything about him was intense-everything he did he did with such intent that it made her breath come out in shallow gasps from the overwhelming intensity that was him. Their breaths were ragged and fast and Hermione couldn't help but moan rather loudly as her core came into contact with him.

Tom made a choking noise and instantly his hips shot up eliciting another delicious moan from her.

Tom went into a frenzy as both his hands gripped her hips no doubt forming pale blue marks but in that moment-Hermione didn't, couldn't care, hell someone could walk in and she wouldn't stop…she would never stop she didn't think she could stop.

As Tom entered a realm of euphoria he couldn't help but vaguely remember a poem he had read last summer about a man named Dante who had been obsessed with a beautiful woman named Beatrice. Opening his eyes he saw Hermione's head tilted slightly back with her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed and her beautifully curved lips slightly parted and her chest still rising rapidly. One word kept flitting across his mind, mine. He might be obsessed as well.

What could he possibly want from me? She thought as he kissed her ever so gently on her forehead, and watched her walk down the girls' dormitory corridor to her room on the left hand side. She couldn't deny that every time they were in close proximity the air was thick with a tangible tension that wasn't always unpleasant…but still the way he looked at her was so vehement just thinking about it made her pulse flutter.

Hannah was asleep by the time she walked into the dorm, snoring softly with her limbs sprawled about her.

As Hermione lay in her little bed that night she dreamt about dark navy eyes almost the colour of shadows and a voice that would forever haunt her dreams…

"From here we came outside and saw the stars"-Dante Alighieri

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