Tom/Hermione “May I sit? There are no other seats available.” A tall man stood before her, cocking his head to indicate the chair Molly Weasley had vacated. He was definitely handsome, dressed in black robes, and she thought he might be about ten years older than herself, give or take a few years.
Nodding, she waved her hand, pointing at the chair. He sat down with a deep sigh, putting a tumbler and a bottle of smoking Firewhisky on the table.
Raising her eyebrows at seeing an entire bottle, she asked: “Rough day?”
Well, I don't know what to say about this fic. I feel like it's a little bit unfinished, Also, I felt second-hand embarrassment while I was reading the smut scenes... some of it was cringe af. Hermione was way too OOC for me. Mehh, personally, I didn't like it, waste of time. The author has better Tomione/Volmione stories now. It definitely shows she wrote it years ago.