To Please - Commodo

"Wrong."

"Wrong."

"Incorrect."

"Also wrong."

20 minutes into the lesson and the whole class had collectively agreed they hated 'Professor' Riddle.

"Wow, Hermione," whispered Ron, "how the heck did you survive months with this guy?"

Hermione visibly sighed in annoyance; "I should get one hell of a medal for my efforts, eh Ronald?"

He smirked and she giggled.

"Miss Granger, what makes you think you can talk in my class without permission?" Tom snapped from the front, frowning at her dangerously.

Hermione, honestly, couldn't take him seriously. The whole class had turned to face her, shocked that Goody-two-shoes Hermione has caused trouble in class.

"It won't happen again," she said with a straight face, although she sounded anything but apologetic.

"No apology?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleamed with mockery.

What a dick.

"Sorry," she said simply, frowning at his persistence.

"Sorry what?"

What. An. Ass.

"Sorry..." she mentally swallowed her dignity, "...sir."

He faked a smile.

"Now," he turned to the rest of the class, "does anyone have any answers not laced with stupidity?"

"Charming, isn't he," muttered Draco under his breath. His friends turned to him with frightened eyes worried that Riddle might have heard him. He merely rolled his eyes at them. "Don't piss your pants," he hissed at them, "he ain't that scary."

Yeah, right.

"What the hell is this?" Hermione stormed into Tom's class a couple hours after their class had ended.

"They gave me a job," he said simply, shrugging from his position on his new chair. He was eying his quill rather apprehensively. He didn't look at Hermione once.

"No," she hissed, "this." She slammed a piece of paper down on his desk.

"Ah," he said, twirling the quill in his hand as though he didn't mind her much, "I wasn't sure if the Detention system was the still the same. Thought I'd give it a go."

Hermione angrily yanked the daunting quill from his grip and snapped at him, "Riddle what the actual hell? 2 hours of fucking Detention? For 'misconduct in class', are you kidding me? You're not even a legitimate teacher, nor are you deserving of the title of Professor."

"Three."

.. "What?"

"As of now, its three hours of 'fucking Detention'" He bolted upright in his chair and narrowed his eyes at her, "Watch your tongue."

"You-I-" she was so angry she couldn't even get the words out. "I thought we were on good terms.."

He raised an eyebrow, "And now you're my student. You pissed me off, so I gave you a suitable punishment."

"But I didn't piss you off; in fact I've barely done anything wrong. You're just being a dick for literally no reason."

Tom made a fake 'ouch' expression. "Be careful, Miss Granger." He took the Detention slip from her hand and wrote something on it.

They're watching me.

Hermione frowned at the paper.

When she didn't answer, she saw his lips move as his eyes bore into her sole. Before she had a chance to block him or react, he whispered, "Legilimens."

He wanted her to think her thoughts instead of speaking them aloud.

Regaining her composure and thankful that Tom only breached the surface of her mind, she though: What do you mean? Who's watching you?

Tom responded on the piece of paper. There's a wizard, dressed in a black cloak that occasionally follows me around. He doesn't think I can see through his Invisibility spell, but I can.

Is he here right now?

Tom seemed to concentrate for a bit, Yes. Outside.

Why are you telling me this..?

Tom smirked. Don't flatter yourself, he scribbled down, it's not because I trust you. I just don't want you to get me sacked on my first day.

Hermione rolled her eyes. You're taking this a bit too lightly, don't you think? How could you just… let this happen? Why would they even offer you a job?

Long story short, I think they're trying to be on my good side so I don't... rebel. At the same time, they get to keep me under their control.

Hermione frowned, But you don't even have any qualifications. Let alone a teaching one! How can they trust you in such a position? Riddle how did you even manage to prepare a lesson in time?

Actually, I do. Did you know I already sat my NEWTs?

Hermione visibly sighed in exasperation.

They don't trust me, Granger. They knew I would agree to this - for someone like me, surely if given the opportunity to immediately become an authoritative figure, why wouldn't I take it?

Hermione frowned, If you knew this, how could you just fall into their trap...

Riddle smirked; It's not a trap if you don't let it catch you, darling. Not to mention, I like telling you what to do. As for preparing a lesion, it isn't that hard when your students are stupid.

You're our age.. we're not stupid nor are we your students. You don't have any legitimate authority over us.

But I do. No matter how much you hate it. And not stupid, really? You couldn't even answer a simple question.

Simple? Who could've possibly known the answer to that!? That was hard.

And it won't be the only thing if you keep dressing like that. Has your skirt always been this short?

She blatantly ignored his comment. Are you done? May I leave?

Out loud he said, "Leave? Only 10 minutes of your detention have passed. Please take a seat."

Hermione stared at him, appalled. You're joking, right?

Does it look like I'm joking? He wrote down, Now go sit over there.

Just as he'd begun to stop his spell on Hermione's mind, he heard her think: What are you going to do about the wizard outside?

Tom didn't answer her question aloud, but to himself he mused, Interesting question, Granger.

Tom was basically ignoring her. Literally for one whole fucking hour. She was actually about to explode. At one point, Pansy Parkinson and a couple other Slytherin girls had barged in to the class and spent about 20 minutes just talking to him about useless shit. And the thing is, Tom was putting up his charming-smart-young-man charade. It sickened her. Are you all blind to how much of an act he's putting on?

When they'd left, Hermione said, "You know, maybe you can start acting less fake."

He raised his head at her sudden announcement, "Yeah. You're right. I should just go around Cruciating people instead."

She rolled her eyes, "May I please leave?"

"Why? We're having a great time."

"As in me sitting here doing absolutely nothing while you chat with a bunch of random girls?"

Tom, twirling the pen in his hand, gave her a sly smirk, "So it's about those girls?"

"No, it's about me being bored out of my mind."

"Come here."

She frowned at him, "Why?"

He pushed his chair slightly back and motioned to himself, "Do as I'm telling you to. Maybe I'll let you leave earlier."

Sighing, she stood up and walked over towards him, with his wand in his hand he whispered, "Spatium Incognito."

Why is he using a guarding spell?

As if he'd heard her thought, he whispered, "So no one interrupts us."

"What exactly are you going have me do? If it's something perverted then I'm definitely not-"

He dug his hands into the top of her arm and pulled her closer to him in an almost hug; his other hand reached for her lower back as he caressed it slowly. He rubbed his thumb across her lower spine, and she almost sighed in relief. "Ease up," he said, "I need you to relax."

She couldn't. Not with him holding her like this.

Almost angrily, he hissed, "You're still tense." She shivered in his arms. He pulled off her robes, letting them pool on the floor, then he pulled her along with him to his chair. He sat on it and then hitched her up so she was on his lap, with her back against his front.

Hermione felt herself begin to panic, "What are you going to do?"

"You."

Her eyes widened in disbelief, "I-what—"

"Shh," he hissed angrily in her ear, "Calm down. I'm not going to rape you." Sort of.

"Lean back," he demanded.

She didn't.

"Do you really want another hour of detention?"

Frustrated, Hermione leaned back so her head was resting on his left shoulder. Her eyes pointed to the ceiling, it made her panic, not being able to see him. His left hand rested on her stomach, he started caressing it with his thumb. Meanwhile, his right hand snaked its way to her right thigh; he dug into the flesh beneath her skirt and yanked her thighs apart. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, "What the hell are you doing?" She tried to get up but his grip on her waist tightened.

If she could see his face right now she'd know he'd be angry, "Do. Not. Move."

After a couple seconds of silence, he said, "Let's play a game."

Hermione felt her face heat up, "You know when normal couples do things like this they tend to do it in silence. They don't play games."

She nearly slapped herself when she realized she'd said the word 'couple.' Thankfully, Tom didn't comment on it. Instead he said, "What's the point of having a girl between your legs if you're not going to talk to her?"

Hermione nearly laughed. It sounded kind of… cute.

"That doesn't make any sense.." she said, thoughtful.

Tom hissed in her ear, "Call it a fetish or whatever. I like it when you talk to me."

"As in, dirty talking…?"

"Any kind of talking. There's no point in fucking a girl if she's not going to tell you how much she loves it."

"What was that game… you wanted to play?"

She could almost feel him smirk against her neck, "You'll tell me some of the things you've thought of us doing. If I've thought of it too, I'll take care of you. If not, I'll stop."

When he said take care of you, Hermione felt his hand reach under her skirt over her panties; his thumb grazed her clit and she shut her eyes in embarrassment.

"Tom, I don't think I can—"

"I'll give you another detention, then. One more and it goes on your record, eh?"

"You're such an asshole."

"Would an asshole be willing to make his girl cum without asking for anything in return?"

Hermione paused, "You're not going to… force me to do anything for you?"

His thumb started rubbing her clit in lazy motions, "This is more than enough for me."

Hermione's heart beat faster. Fuck, why was the most evil person on the planet simply so hot?

"Now tell me."

"Dirty or.. not dirty?"

"Anything," he murmured into her neck.

"I've thought about…" she swallowed back her dignity, "you, sitting in this chair, and I on my knees, between your legs…"

He kissed her neck, almost lovingly, "So have I. On a side note, is that what you were thinking about in class instead of the answer to my question?"

She couldn't get the words out of her mouth because he'd started pressing his middle finger down on her clit, while his thumb rubbed her in circles. He would harshly press down until she felt tears well up in the corner of her eyes and then he'd let go, and go back to gently rubbing her pussy in circles again with his thumb.

He felt rather happy that she couldn't get the words out. "Tell me more," he whispered into her ear, as he adjusted himself beneath her. It wasn't fun having a hard on right up against a gorgeous girl's ass.

"I," she practically whimpered, "thought about… slapping you."

Tom raised a questioning eyebrow, not that she could see. He teasingly pulled the fabric of her panties and let it smack back against her clit. "Where exactly?" he whispered.

"Your face," she practically sighed out loud, her eyes were still closed, her breasts heaving up and down.

Tom laughed, "Amazing how you can still insult me while we're like this. I do find it amusing, though."

As if to 'reward' her for this, he started rubbing her with two fingers; he would pinch her clit (only to have her whimper his name) and then use his thumb to rub the area up and down. Tom's other hand snaked up from her stomach to her left breast; he could feel her hard nipple through the cloth. He pinched it harshly and she yelped. He chuckled into her ear, "How I love it when you scream."

"Tom…"

"Yes, darling?" he whispered, as he started rubbing her faster.

Hermione let out a small whimper. "Why are you doing this?"

He frowned, "Why else? I'm attracted to you." Almost to emphasize, he used his left hand to snake around her waist and pull her backwards, so her ass ground against his hard on.

"I mean," she struggled to get the words out, especially since he started tweaking her clit with his fingers, "you don't seem the type to do anything… for anyone…"

Tom felt something in him change. "You're right," then he suddenly clamped her mouth shut with his left hand, and pulled his right hand out from underneath her skirt. He wrapped it around her waist and yanked Hermione with him as he got up from the chair. He practically threw her face-first onto the desk. Hermione yelped into his palm. Her legs were dangling off the table.

Just for the fun of it, with his hand still clamped over her mouth, he whispered, "Legilimens."

What the HELL are you doing!? She thought at him.

Aloud he said, "As much as I'd love to hear you scream, the spell can't mute sound. I can't have you alerting everyone to what I'm doing."

No, why the hell am I on the fucking desk?

"Because I want to eat you out until you cum. And I like looking at your ass."

Before Hermione could react, he reached for her panties and fucking ripped them off as sat down on his knees behind her. He let go of her mouth and used his free hands to push her legs apart, then suddenly, his hot tongue was on her clit.

Her eyes watered, Oh fuck.

I can still hear your thoughts, you know. Tom projected his thoughts into her mind.

Fuck, this was so embarrassing.

Fuck.

Tom took a long thorough lick and Hermione's nails dug into the desk in ecstasy. Holy shit. Almost ferociously, Tom pulled her legs apart even more and started to lick every crevice of her pussy. He spat on her and then prodded her with his tongue; his thumb would reach upwards and press on her clit from the bottom while he started to suck on the top. Oh Godric….

Cum for me, Hermione.

He started licking her like a thirsty animal lapping up water; she was so wet it started to drip down his chin. Tom's hard-on was getting ridiculously painful, he had to let go of her leg to unbutton his trousers before it killed him.

You're so fucking wet, Hermione. Who knew you'd get like this for Lord Voldemort?

His words should have scared her, but all she could feel was his hot, wet tongue lapping at her pussy like it was his life's mission to get her to cum. Suddenly, she felt one of his fingers tease her opening, while he started to fucking suck on her clit.

TomTomTomTom…

Hermione…

Tom…

Hermione…

"Tom…" Hermione hissed into the desk, as she started to cum on his tongue. She was shivering uncontrollably. She could barely speak, let alone think straight. Was he still in her mind? She honestly couldn't tell.

She tried to get up but couldn't lift her body off of the desk, especially since he was still licking her aching, sensitive pussy.

What are.. you…

Cleaning you up. You're a mess.

Then she felt him exit her mind as he stood up, he reached for her shoulders and pulled her up along with him. Hermione felt wobbly, her face was on fire. Her skirt fell over he naked ass and she had to pull it down for comfort.

"Sorry about your panties," he said teasingly, although he sounded entirely unapologetic. "Make sure not to bend over on the way back."

She glared at him, "I can't believe you just…"

"Me neither," he smirked, "I always get. I never give."

"How charming."

"Now leave."

…

"You just… want me to go?"

"I can't keep you here all day, Granger."

Hermione glanced down at his obvious hard-on, "How come you're not making me.. you know…" she eyed his hard on with a curious expression.

"As much as there's a certain thrill to forcing a woman to do something, in the end it only feels great if she wants to do it."

Hermione felt herself blush. She still couldn't believe this.

She stood there, staring at him in silence. And then, "I… bye, Tom."

He smirked at her from his chair, "It's Professor Riddle to you, Miss Granger."

Woooooh. This was super hard to write (no pun intended ha ha ha). Thoughts and reviews would be great, guys *winky face* I should seriously be studying, fml.