Tomione: Hermione teaches Tom how to drive a muggle car.
“Now put your seatbelt on.”
He shot her an annoyed look, eyes narrowed.
“You don’t bloody well expect that to save us, do you?” He rolled his eyes, grabbing the contraption and clicking it into place regardless. “First sign of trouble and I’m apparating us out of here.”
“You can’t do that, you prat,” she sighed, irritated with his attitude already. “it’ll be fleeing the scene. We can get ticketed.”
“What’s a few dollars of your muggle money when it comes to our safety?” He sniffed. “Don’t you value your life?”
“Muggles wreck cars all the time and come out fine.” She subconsciously pulled on her seatbelt, checking the reflex to ensure it tightened when met with force. “Regardless, you’re not going to wreck, right? You’re not possibly capable of failing that terribly.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, love,” Tom grouched, placing his large hands on the wheel, flexing his fingers. “Let’s get this over with.”
She rolled her shoulders, willing the tension to leave her body and the annoyance to leave her voice. Her curly hair clung to her neck in the summer heat and she cranked the air conditioner.
“Hold down the break and put it in reverse, making sure to look behind you as you pull out.”
He jerked the car into reverse, jarring the car as he slowly pulled out of her parents’ driveway, hand resting on the back of her headrest. His face set into a look of concentration, he rolled his eyes at the set stare she placed on his face.
“Didn’t your mum teach you it’s rude to stare?” He growled, pulling into the street and putting the car into drive before slowly taking off. “I can’t concentrate with you looking at me so much.”
“You’re just too cute to not look at,” she replied cheekily, placing a quick kiss to his tightened jaw and laughing at his irritated huff. “Turn right at the stop sign.”
He paused briefly at the stop sign, not coming to a complete stop and turned right, forgoing his blinker and making Hermione slap her forehead with her palm. She shrunk down in the seat, hoping no one she recognized the familiar car manuever its way through town.
“Stop isn’t just a suggestion, you know.”
“That won’t hold up in a court of law.”
“Quite so.” They arrived at another stop sign and he slammed on the breaks, rocking the car forward and pushing their bodies against the seat belts. He gave her a too bright smile, dimples and all, reminding her of just how handsome he was.
“Was that better?” He asked innocently, continuing forward despite his dark eyes on her face.
“You did that on purpose and you know it!” She growled, punching his shoulder and relishing in his mumbled ouch. “And keep your eyes on the road! You’re going to get us killed."
"And what a mundane way to die,” He sighed. He refocused his attention on the road but placed a hand on her bare leg, rubbing small circles in a familiar pattern. They were going out for ice cream, of all things, while visiting her parents in the muggle suburbs; despite absolutely detesting muggle clothes, he begrudgingly admitted to her that he was rather fond of the short-shorts she trekked around in.
She grabbed his hand and placed it back on the wheel, looking pointedly at him. He barked out a laugh.
“You’re not experienced enough to drive one-handed,” she admonished. “Turn left at the stoplight. And use your blinker!”
He turned on his blinker immediately and she resisted the urge to smack her forehead once more. They were about a mile out from light, and he could’ve turned a number of places before reaching it. She looked over her shoulder to check if anyone was behind them and let out a sigh of relief that nobody was cursing their existence.
“This is rather boring, you know,” he said absentmindedly, running his hand through his dark curls. “I can see why muggles always seem to have a stick up their arses, having to drive around to get anywhere. It’s abhorrent.”
“Yes, well, they don’t very well know they’re missing out, do they?” He came to a stop, slowly this time, and she smiled brightly at him. “great stopping, by the way.”
“I am capable of doing things correctly, you know. I don’t need congratulated for stopping.” He grumbled. “Oh, Tom, what a wonderful job breathing!” He said shrilly, poorly imitating her voice and shrinking away as she hit him in exactly the same spot as she did earlier. “How you do that is uncanny, you know.”
She smiled widely at him as she saw the ice cream shoppe up ahead.
Tom turned into the parking lot, only bottoming out slightly at the incline, and parked rather crookedly over the lines.
“Alive and well,” he grinned triumphantly, quite proud of himself despite his mediocre job. “Easy enough. Muggles make things out to be so difficult.”
She elbowed him in the ribs at his use of the word muggles and smiled to herself when he merely slung his long arm over her shoulders in response.
As they ate their ice cream—his a simple chocolate and hers mint chocolate chip, respectively—he grinned mischeviously.
“So what’s this I hear about car sex?”
She choked on her ice cream and he threw back his head, laughing loudly.
“I can show you better than I can tell you."
Tom’s laugh stopped abruptly and he cleared his throat, licking his lips absentmindedly.
She felt heat pool in the depths of her stomach.
"Fuck,” he breathed. “I’d quite like that, I think.”