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sweetiecutie · 1 year
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Dating Tom Marvolo Riddle
Warnings: NSFW, possessiveness, toxicity
A/n: sorry for the long absence babes! I’m in my depressive episode again, but I finally managed to finish those hc’s, they’ve been in my drafts for ages🙄. Anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it💖
Even though Tom never expresses his attraction toward you verbally, you can still see just how much you mean to him through his actions. His love is all about the small gestures like fixing the askew collar of your shirt, sharing his notes if you have difficulties in some classes, making sure that you eat enough etc.
You’re the only one who can actually touch him. Of course, teachers, especially Slughorn, often give Tom encouraging pats on the back or shoulder, but only you are allowed to touch his skin. To play with neat waves of his dark hair, brush your fingertips against Tom’s cheekbones in endearment, interlock your fingers while walking down the school halls together. Only you
Tom is very possessive, not only with treasured magical objects, but also with you. He wants everyone to know that you are his, his and his only. Most of the time one of his hands rests securely around your shoulders or waist, keeping you as close as possible, glaring down at anyone who looks at you longer than a few seconds
Because of said possessiveness Tom is almost always by your side - you sit together in all your shared classes, and if it happened that he doesn’t take one of the subjects that you do, he has his devoted followers to be right beside you instead, making sure that no ‘unreliable’ people from your class are in near proximity to you. Outside of classes - you’re almost always seated on his lap. In the common room, courtyard, library - everywhere. He especially loves it when you sit on his lap during his privat meetings in the Room of Requirements - him sitting in the head of a long table with you cuddled up into his side, surrounded by his followers listening resolutely to every word he says. It gives him such a sense of power, having not only all of his minions, but also you - the only person he loves - at his complete mercy
Every one of Tom’s followers knows better than to talk to you, unless you are the one who starts conversation. And god forbid them being anything than polite and friendly to you.
Casual dominance? Yes, Tom is all about that. He likes it when you submit to his orders, no matter how small and trivial they are. “Darling, finish your tea, you need to warm up after a walk” or “Go to bed now, it’s too late” or “Put your book down, you’ve been reading for too long. Let your eyes rest”. And it angers Tom so much when you disobey, he wants what’s best for you, why can’t you see that? Most of the conflicts you guys have are actually caused by that, because you too don’t like being pushed around like a small child
Talking about conflicts - it is extremely hard for Tom to admit that he’s wrong, so if conflicts do occur between you two, Tom makes it look like you are the guilty one (even if you’re not). So yeah, he’s still a bit toxic, no matter how hard he tries to suppress it within himself
NSFW ahead!
Despite popular opinion walking around this mesmerizing platform, I don’t think that Tom sleeps around with every person he deems attractive. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’ll be his first (and only) sexual partner, even despite all the girls and boys almost throwing themselves on him in hopes of getting at least one touch
WILL👏FINGER👏YOU👏LITERALLY EVERYWHERE👏 Okay but this man has absolutely no shame when it comes to his lover (meaning you). Plus points if you’re in public place like library or classroom, and god, is he cocky. “You gotta be quiet, yeah? Don’t wanna other people to hear how much of a slut you are, do we?” all while his long slender fingers make their way up under your skirt, past the elastic of your pretty panties, and all you are left to do is to spread your legs a bit wider for Tom, and try to be as quiet as possible. And oh, don’t forget to take notes, you’re still in a middle of a class!
NOT into daddy kink. Being an orphan, even the word ‘dad’ itself feels strange, wrong even for Tom, so if you want to call him daddy - expect him to freak the fuck out. But if you’re into names he’d love it if you call him ‘sir’ or ‘master’, it gives him sense of power and authority over you
And while we’re on this topic - you’re called everything BUT your name in bed. Tom loves calling you names - whore, slut, fucktoy, darling, sweetness, princess - all that stuff. And oh, when he mixes praise with degradations, all while fucking you absolutely stupid *sighs dreamily*. “What’s that dollface? Is it too much for you? Can this slutty cunt take no more of my cock inside, hm? Stop pretending sweetheart, I know how much of a greedy whore you are, so shut the fuck up and take it”
Definitely will pin you against the wall as he towers over your smaller form, one hand resting next to your head while the other one cups your face gently, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes while whispering the filthiest things ever, making your panties soaking wet in a matter of minutes just by using his words. “You’re so needy, aren’t you? Walking around in that short skirt, swaying your hips like that. Think I didn’t notice, hm? I’d love to see those hips swaying while you ride my cock, what do you think about that?”
Even though Tom expects full obedience from you, he still likes it when you get a bit bratty. When you comply with every one of his orders, but there’s still something mischievous and coquettish about your behavior - naughty little comments slipping off your tongue here and there, and then you are batting that pretty doe eyes up at him, as if it wasn’t you saying all those things. “Moan louder” he orders in a strained voice, hips snapping into yours with loud smacking sound. “Fuck harder then” you quip back, sly smirk curling your lips at the sight of Tom’s perfect eyebrows pulling together in a frown. Your small giggle dies in your throat as man pulls out of you, just to slam his cock all the way back into your pussy, making your body jolt forward with the ferocity of the impact. Want it harder - you get it harder
Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, they inspire me on creating even more content for you💖
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irinakulishart · 11 months
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slavicdelight · 3 months
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METANOIA
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Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!reader
Summary: Metanoia - the journey of changing your mind, heart, self and way of life
Warnings: slightly ooc Tom, pureblood ideas, hits of murder
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Tom Riddle was a name recognized by everyone at Hogwarts. The infamous Slytherin Head Boy commanded respect from every student and even from professors, thanks to the aura surrounding him. However, what most people didn't know, or perhaps didn't care to notice, was that there was something sinister lurking behind his captivating gaze and mannerisms.
His friend group, constantly present by his side, consisted of members from the most well-known pureblood families. Tom considered himself superior to them because he possessed the blood of the noble Salazar Slytherin. By the age of 19, he had already committed horrifying acts, such as opening the Chamber of Secrets during his 5th year, resulting in the death of Myrtle Warren. He also murdered his remaining family around the same time. Furthermore, he created Horcruxes in order to reach immortality, which was one of his goals and the initial step towards becoming the greatest dark wizard in history.
Tom was a skilled manipulator. He had the ability to hide his true emotions, always putting on a mask of politeness. In addition, he was brilliant and could be described as an over-achiever. Tom thoroughly planned everything and never allowed setbacks to hinder him. There was only one person who saw right through him - Dumbledore, the person Tom despised the most in the entire school.
Tonight, Tom was strolling through the hallways of Hogwarts, carrying out his patrols as a Head Boy. Although it was generally a mundane duty, it had its advantages. One of them was being out after curfew without anyone questioning it. The corridors were dimly lit, so Tom had to cast a spell to produce light to see clearly."Lumos." he muttered, before continuing on his way. It appeared to be another uneventful night, where nothing of particular interest occurred.
As he was heading back to the Slytherin dorms, someone bumped into him, causing both teenagers to fall to the ground. "I'm so sorry," said a girl who appeared to be about the same age as him, possibly a year younger. He was about to reprimand her for running into him and give her detention for breaking curfew, but then he looked at her and was instantly captivated by the most beautiful pair of eyes he had even seen. They were warm and welcoming, but what truly enthralled him was their enchanting violet color, which sparkled under the light emerging from his wand.
"I should've watched where I was going," continued the witch. He cleared his throat and gave her a cold stare, trying to hide his intrigue. "Why aren't you in your dorm? It's past curfew," Tom questioned the girl. Another surprising thing was that he had no idea who she was. He only noticed the Ravenclaw emblem on her robes, indicating that she was a member of the eagle house. The Slytherin prided himself on knowing almost everyone at school, from students to professors, yet he didn't know her. How could someone with such captivating eyes escape his attention? "Oh, right. I got caught up in the library and forgot about the curfew," she explained. "I'll go straight to bed." With that, she tried to pass him and walk away.
She wanted to end the interaction as quickly as possible, knowing that Tom Riddle was trouble. Despite his perfect student persona, she sensed a hidden darkness beneath the surface and wanted to avoid getting involved. "Now, now. I can't possibly let the witch with such incredible eyes leave without knowing her name, can I?" he asked, causing her to freeze. "I fail to see how my name is of any interest to you, Riddle. I would prefer you not knowing it and allowing me to go.”
Tom didn't expect his charm not to work, but he hid his surprise. He wondered if the girl was brave or stupid, perhaps both. She didn't know that she piqued his interest, and that was something dangerous. "It hardly seems fair that you know me, but I don't know you, don't you think?" He took a step closer to her but didn't predict what she would do next. "No, I don't," she said, while taking a step back and bolting in another direction. The Head Boy simply stood there and let her get away. 'Let her run,' he thought. 'I shall find her anyway.' And with that, he continued on his way to the dorms.
The next morning, during breakfast, he scanned the Great Hall in search of her. Tom tried to be discreet, but his best friend, Abraxas Malfoy, noticed. Abraxas was his most reliable follower, someone Tom could trust. "What are you looking for, Riddle?" he asked. The boy with raven hair turned to glare at him and said, "It's none of your business, Malfoy." He was becoming increasingly frustrated that the witch from the previous night was nowhere to be found.
Finally, the girl made her entrance, walking into the hall accompanied by another girl. They both headed towards the Ravenclaw's table and took a seat. He couldn't help but gaze at her. It was as if she sensed his gaze, as she turned and looked directly into his eyes. Their staring contest continued until Headmaster Dippet began greeting students and wishing them a good day.
After finishing his meal, Tom made his way to the Potions classroom, his first subject of the day. He enjoyed this class, despite Professor Slughorn being a bit overwhelming. Tom was the professor's favorite student, excelling in this class just as he did in every other. He was an exceptionally talented wizard.
It turned out he shared the class with the violet-eyed witch. He wondered why he hadn't noticed her before. He took his usual seat and waited for the Ravenclaw student to enter, which didn't take long. She sat two rows ahead of him, accompanied by a boy he recognized as the Ravenclaw's seeker. Shortly after, Slughorn entered and the lesson began. Today, they had to brew an advanced potion called the Elixir to Induce Euphoria in pairs. As always, Tom was the first to finish his potion, with the help of his partner, Rosier. The potions professor, impressed with their work, allowed them to leave early. Tom decided to wait outside the classroom to talk to the girl who had sparked his interest and learn more about her.
As the girl walked out, he quickly grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the abandoned broom closet across the hall. She protested, but wasn't strong enough to break free from his grasp. Tom pushed her inside and blocked the entrance.
"Hello again," he said, noticing the anger on the girl's face. "What do you think you're doing? Let me go!" she yelled, attempting to escape from the classroom.
"No, I don't think I will," Tom replied. "What do you want, Riddle?" she questioned, gritting her teeth. Her captivating eyes locked with his, and he could swear they had the power to melt a man. But he was no ordinary man, and he wouldn't allow that to defeat him. "I already told you what I want," he started, before she interrupted, "and I already told you that you won't have that." The girl had some nerve, he had to give her that. "Listen, darling, either you tell me your name yourself or I'll find out on my own. But I would prefer to hear it from your beautiful lips.”
"And what?" she spat, her eyes narrowing with a mix of defiance and fear. "Will you force it out of me?" If looks could kill, he would already be six feet under. Tom's lips curled into a malicious smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You'll soon discover that I can be very..." He paused, relishing in the anticipation he was building. "...persuasive." The words hung in the air, sending a shiver down her spine. As he observed her reaction, he couldn't help but notice the subtle trembling of her breath, a sign that his presence and words were affecting her.
“If I tell you my name, would you stop pestering me about it?” she asked not looking into his eyes. Tom grabbed her chin and forced her head up, just enough for him to see her eyes. The Slytherin just nodded and took a step back. “Fine. My name is Y/N” she finally answered and moved past him, heading straight for the door. As Y/N was walking away she heard him say “Such a beautiful name, for someone with such extraodrinary eyes.”
Y/N felt a chill run down her spine as she left the broom closet, the encounter with Tom Riddle leaving her unsettled. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had just opened a door to a world of complications. Her day continued with classes, but her mind kept wandering back to the mysterious encounter with the enigmatic Head Boy.
Days turned into weeks, and Tom's fascination with Y/N only deepened. He started to make subtle attempts to engage her in conversation during Potions class or whenever their paths crossed in the hallways. Y/N, however, remained guarded, careful not to reveal too much about herself. She sensed danger around Tom, but there was also a part of her that felt an inexplicable connection, an undeniable intrigue that kept her from avoiding him completely. She didn’t like it, preferring to stay away from the drama that would undeniably follow her once she got too involved with the boy.
As time passed, Tom's pursuit became more relentless. He would show up unexpectedly in places where Y/N was, asking about her interests, her family, and her background. Y/N, althrough in the beginning sheltered and slightly annoyed, soon found herself drawn into conversations that danced on the edge of forbidden topics, and Tom, turn, discovered that there was more to Y/N than met the eye.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Tom found Y/N sitting by the Black Lake,reading a book . He approached her cautiously, and for the first time, his demeanor seemed less calculated, more genuine."You're a puzzle, Y/N," he said, his voice softer than usual. "I can't quite figure you out." Y/N turned to look at him, her violet eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. "Maybe some puzzles are meant to remain unsolved," she replied cryptically. Tom chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Maybe so, yet here we are. Both of us puzzling each other. But I do enjoy the challenge." he admitted. "And you, my dear, are the most intriguing challenge I've found at Hogwarts so far."
As the weeks turned into months, their interactions became more complex. Y/N found herself reluctantly drawn to Tom's charisma and intelligence, while Tom, discovered a more vulnerable side of himself. He couldn't quite understand why Y/N had such an effect on him, but he was determined to find out.
Their dynamic took a turn one evening in the Hogwarts library. Tom, managed to convince Y/N to join him in exploring the restricted section. As they looked through ancient tomes and hidden spells, Y/N couldn't ignore the growing tension between them. In the quiet space of the library, Tom leaned in, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "There's something about you, Y/N," he murmured, his breath sending shivers across her skin. "Something that both intrigues and unsettles me." Y/N looked at him curiously and asked “What is so unsettling about me?”. Tom only looked at her and leaning closer said “You’re making me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
As they continued their meetings, the lines between friend and enemy slowly became blurred. Tom’s past and his ambitions started to rub off on her, making her question everything. But she wasn’t weak and wanted to stay true to the right side. She wasn’t about to go down the same path as the Slytherin boy, and wanted to make him see that it was wrong. Little did she know that the choices made in the upcoming months would shape the destiny of the wizarding world.
As the weeks unfolded, Y/N found herself in a dangerous position. The more time she spent with Tom Riddle, the clearer it became that he was wavering on the edge of darkness. His thirst for power, his relentless pursuit of immortality, and the shadows of his past painted a grim picture. Yet, among all this darkness, Y/N saw moments of vulnerability, moments where the mask slipped, revealing a fractured soul. Y/N couldn't ignore the pull she felt toward Tom, a pull that went beyond fascination. Beneath his charming facade, she noticed loneliness that mirrored her own.
One evening, as snowflakes danced outside the castle windows, Y/N found Tom alone in the library. The fire cast a glow on his face, making him appear more handsome than ever. Y/N hesitated but she knew she had to ask the next question. "Tom," she began softly, "there's something I've been meaning to ask you." He looked up, his piercing gaze meeting hers. "Ask away, Y/N."
"Why are you so afraid of letting people in?" she inquired, her voice gentle but filled with genuine curiosity. Tom's eyes moved towards her, she could see suffering behind them. He took a deep breath before replying to her."People often betray and are fake in order to get what they want from you. After they get it, they leave and never come back.” Y/N took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "But it's also lonely, isn't it? To carry the weight of responsibilities on your shoulders without anyone to share it with."
Tom's mask wavered, revealing the boy beneath the facade. "Loneliness is a small price to pay for greatness," he stated, but a small amount of doubt could be seen in his eyes. "Maybe attaining greatness isn’t meant to be done alone." Y/N suggested. "Maybe it's in the connections we make, the people we let in"
In the days that followed, Y/N continued to challenge Tom's perspective. She introduced him to the joy of laughter, the warmth of genuine friendships, and the beauty of simple moments. As the walls around his heart slowly crumbled, Y/N became a beacon of light in his world, a reminder that there was more to life than power and darkness.
One evening, beneath the sky covered in stars, Y/N and Tom found themselves strolling through the Hogwarts grounds. Tom, usually composed, seemed uncertain, as if something was bothering him. "You don't have to be alone, Tom," Y/N whispered, her words carrying the weight of sincerity. "There's goodness in you, which you only have to choose." For the first time, Tom Riddle looked genuinely conflicted. The darkness within him warred with the flickers of light that Y/N had ignited. He was standing on the crossroads where the choices made would shape the future.
In the quiet of the night, Y/N extended her hand, a silent invitation to choose a different path. Tom hesitated, his gaze locking onto hers. And in that moment, the boy who had been consumed by shadows took a small step toward the light, changing the course of history forever. The journey towards redemption would be a long one, but with Y/N by his side, Tom Riddle was confident in succeeding. He realized that greatness could be found not in the pursuit of power but in the capacity to love and be loved.
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A/N: let me introduce you to my first ever Tom Riddle imagine. The obsession I have with this man is unhealthy. Anyway let me know if you enjoyed it. Thank you for all the support ♡
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plummarvelous · 2 months
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a tomarry wip that makes me CRUMBLE
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godofstory · 4 months
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I love how much the Harry Potter tag is chaotic💀 it's like 4 generations of gay ships floating around and if you're not a Potterhead down at the end of the iceberg, you wouldn't know 80% of it; you can barely find Harry himself in there; the latest addition being Voldemort's old blind uncle and his homicidal bestie/boyfriend💀
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witchersmistress · 26 days
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morwap · 1 year
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KINKTOBER - DAY 9
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Dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v, lord kink, begging
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Tom was mesmerizing, always has been always will be, from the way he carried himself to even how he acted in the bedroom. You were told religiously how lucky you were since tom had taken a liking to you, picked you but you knew he liked you because you felt- no, knew you were the only person deserving to be by his side, no one else deserved it even Bellatrix no matter how hard she tried.
Your body was on fire, his skin against yours, both of you connected so intimately. Your legs wrapped around his waist and tom thrust roughly. His hand slid up your body and stopped at your neck, your hand grabbed his wrist softly.
Tom applied pressure in the right spots, your thumb caressed his skin lovingly. He looked down at you, watching you feel the restriction as he added more. Your mouth opened and eyes rolled back as he started thumbing your clit. He could feel how this was turning you on more.
His hand let up the pressure and you breathed in with a moan. Your eyes opening and staring at him, the pressure came back and you clenched around his cock.
“Beg me to let you cum” tom spat harshly.
“Fucking beg me” he added, letting up on your throat a little once again.
“Please my lord” you choked out, your hips rolling into his thrusts, you saw the corners of his mouth twitch up.
“Please, please my lord, i promise ill be good for you please just let me cum” you begged, your grip on his wrist tightened as you tried to hold the orgasm.
“You can cum” tom whispered, almost instantly clenching around him and cumming. your body trembling and legs tightening around him.
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badumhax · 1 year
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the boy has hobbies
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gulnarsultan · 1 year
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reader being the mother of yandere voldemort's children
Honestly, I'm going to write considering that you're asking, referring to Voldemort, who was born with the Amortina effect. If you want me to write otherwise, please do not hesitate to write.
~ There is a definite reason why this man chose you.
~ Everyone will hear about your marriage.
~Bellatrix will be very jealous of you.
~ The Death Eaters are at your disposal.
~ Will not let you go out and interact with others.
~ He will be more protective of you when you are pregnant.
~ It will teach your children blood purity and black magic from their childhood.
~ Your children are only heirs to him. I don't think there will be a proper paternal interaction.
~ He will demand that you be faithful to him and be the perfect wife.
~ Only he and his children will defend the fact that they are your family.
~ He doesn't hesitate to use magic and potions to keep you.
~ He doesn't hesitate to kill and torture you to stay with him.
~No one can prevent him from taking you and your children with him when he returns.
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sweetiecutie · 1 year
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Pairing: husband! Tom Riddle x fem! wife! Reader
Warnings: NSFW, kinda public sex but there’s no one around, fluff!!, kinda domestic and soft, inaccurate bc there’s no way sexy two pieces existed back in the 1950’s💀, once again my horrible knowledge of basic grammar
A/n: really felt like writing lil something for hubby Tom🥰 Sorry for disappearing for such a long period, I have lots of cool ideas and drafts but my adhd never allows me to finish any on them;( Anyways, wish you a very pleasant reading and hope you enjoy💖
It was a sultry sunny day, the kind you experience in the middle of September, when calendar summer is already gone but the sun still gladdened people with last warm days.
It took you only a few days of bothering and fake accusation of not loving you to convince your husband Tom to finally take a day off from his job at ‘Borgin and Burkes’ and go have some fun together on a beach. He was grumpy and pouty for the first half an hour, but then seemed to accept his fate, indulging your little whims and wishes.
You didn’t manage to talk him into taking a swim together, no matter how hard you tried, but Tom did, eventually, took his shoes off and rolled up the cuffs of his trousers, standing ankles-deep into warm sea water, watching you dive and dork around in salty waves.
You were currently laying on your side on a soft picknick blanket facing Tom, left arm bent in elbow, head propped up on your hand, your eyes lazily wandering all over your husband’s side profile. He was laying on his back right next to you, arms thrown behind his head, nape resting on his palms.
Tom had changed. The juvenile plushness was long gone from his cheeks, instead leaving place for his sharp jawline and protuberant cheekbones. His hair was a slightest bit longer than it used to be during your school years, framing his pale face in dark silky waves. You noticed how he was nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip ever so slightly - a telltale sign that Tom was thinking intensely about something faraway. You fought the urge to trace the outline of his nose with gentle fingertips, knowing perfectly well how grouchy and whiny he’ll get at this action.
Your eyes wandered lower, taking in his outfit - even despite the scorching sun and high air temperature Tom refused to ditch his usual suit trousers and, this time, baby-blue shirt - instead opting to undo quite a few buttons, allowing a generous view on his pale chest.
A sudden idea visited your mind so you sat up from your semi-lying position, throwing one leg over Tom’s hips, settling yourself atop his pelvis comfortably. Your nimble fingers ran up his chest, caressing exposed areas of his skin with tender touches, all the way to his face, cradling it softly in your hands; you leaned down to scatter small kisses all over his cheeks, nose and lips.
- Y/n, what are you doing? - Tom chided you softly, the corners of his lips tugging up in slightest of smiles, even though it was pretty obvious that he was unpleased with you interrupting his thoughts.
- Trying to seduce you, - you replied stoically, not a hint of embarrassment nor unease could be heard in your purring voice.
- Right here? - Tom asked, you could hear his voice rising just a slightest bit, giving out his astonishment.
- Yeah, why not? - you said offhandedly, your lips stretching in a cheeky smile, gazing down at your husband mischievously.
- What if someone sees us? - Tom rose yet another question, cocking one of his perfect eyebrows at you.
You made a show of looking around the deserted beach, not spotting a single soul being around; not only this place was secluded by dangerously high cliffs, making it extremely hard for reaching, but also the fact that it was Wednesday - a middle of a working week - reduced chances of anyone being around to zero.
You brought your sight back to Tom, shrugging your shoulders theatrically:
- I can’t see nor hear anyone, Tommy. - one of your hands reached behind your back, gripping on the straps of your two-piece swimming suit, tugging on it slowly, un-doing the tight knot. You didn’t bother to untie the second knot on your neck, instead deciding to pull the bra off over your head, throwing it teasingly on top of your husband’s chest. - I think you’re just being a buzzkill that you are, Riddle.
You made an accent on the last word, watching Tom’s eyes wander to your now exposed tits, noticing your hardened from still unpleasantly damp fabric of your bra nipples. You cupped your breasts, pinching your nubs with thumbs and index fingers, all while slightly rocking your hips against Tom’s clothed groin, sighing erotically at the slight friction it created against your clit.
You repeated your movements a few more times, circling and swaying your hips so sensually, putting more pressure into your thrusts, increasing a pleasant feeling against both your sexes. You peeked down at Tom through your eyelashes, noting the way his chiseled jaw clenched, his dark eyes never leaving your perfect body.
You smiled widely at his hungry stare, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his chopped from salty sea wind lips - he kissed you back almost immediately. Tom’s hands came from under his nape, picking your bra from his chest and tossing it aside before coming to rest on your waist, thumbs pressing gentle circles into your heated skin.
His slim fingers wandered all over your body, eventually reaching your plushy thighs - rough fingertips glided up and down your skin, rising herds of goosebumps in their wake, stopping on your ass, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
You could feel Tom’s dick hardening at your simple manipulations, his bulge growing noticeably bigger in his pants, rubbing against your soft ass with every smallest move you made. You didn’t bother taking Tom’s trousers off, just undoing his zipper and pulling his semi-hard dick out of his underwear. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, pumping it slowly a few times, your eyes never breaking an eye contact.
You straightened up, standing on your knees; you struggled quite a bit while taking off your bottoms, since this position wasn’t the most comfortable. You heard Tom muttering quiet ‘oh god’ under his breath in feigned annoyance, obviously teasing you, for which you lightly smacked him on the chest.
Once done and completely naked you slightly scooted forward so that your awaiting pussy was hovering right above Tom’s heavy cock. You gave him a few more jerks before leading it to your slicked folds, sliding them along his throbbing shaft, properly slicking him up with your juices. After a few more moments you aligned his swollen tip with your pulsing entrance, lowering your hips slowly, gently sinking onto his length. A satisfied sigh left both of you once Tom was fully buried inside of your quivering warmth, your ass pressed tightly against his thighs.
His broad hands came to rest on the swell of your hips, molding and playing with soft flesh in between his long fingers. You let out a small whimper as you could feel Tom’s cock stuffing you full, his tip was pressed against your cervix so deliciously, all along with a pleasant stretch on your plushy walls.
You rose your hips carefully, still adjusting to your current position, sliding off half of his length, and sank back down onto his cock, providing such desired friction. You watched his adam’s apple bob as Tom swallowed heavily, and you repeated your actions a few more times, until you found a comfortable rhythm, impaling yourself over and over again on his steady cock.
Your hands came to rest on Tom’s chest, supporting yourself against his body, back arching at the pleasant feeling of his dick grazing all the right spots inside of your throbbing pussy. Soft moans spilled out of your lips as one of Tom’s hands went down to play with your clit, skillfully circling and massaging swollen nub with the tips of his fingers. Your head lolled back, a loud cry of your husband’s name rolled off your tongue as you quickened the pace of your thrusts, rocking against him so passionately.
Tom rested one hand on your nape, putting a bit of pressure into his touch, indicating for you to lean down. You did so, lowering your torso until your chest was pressed flush against his; your lips found his in a matter of moments, connecting in a fervid kiss, his tongue slithering into your mouth, making you gasp in surprise.
Your loud moan was swallowed by Tom’s greedy mouth as he unexpectedly thrusted his hips up into your perfect squelching pussy from underneath; his free hand was gripping onto your waist tightly, fixating you into this position. You broke your kiss, burying your flushed face into the crook of his neck as his hips picked up a quick pace, fucking your pussy raw with his throbbing cock.
- Yeah? You like that, you little minx? - Tom rasped into your ear, his lips brushed against your ear shell, making you tremble slightly. You nodded your head ‘yes’ fervently, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over the side of his neck.
- I love it so much, Tommy. Please, don’t stop, please, please, - you babbled out incoherently, your mind hazed and barely working from intense pleasure rolling through your body in waves.
Tom slid his hand from your nape and along your spine, all the way down to your jiggly ass, especially relishing to grab and mold your pliable flesh with his fingers. The hard, smooth strokes of his cock inside your slicked pussy caused ecstasy to well up inside you, your body prickling, almost painfully, in foretaste of a nearing orgasm.
Your hands grabbed on Tom’s biceps, you could feel his muscles flexing underneath your touch. You bit down onto his shoulder, eliciting a quiet hiss from the man underneath you, knowing how much he disliked when you left hickeys in such obvious places. His hand left your waist to slide in between your pressed bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles onto it, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.
- Tom, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum, please don’t stop, - you mumbled into his skin, hot and bothered, and you felt him nod at your words, his hips picking up faster pace, snapping loudly against your pliant body.
White stars hit your vision, as you felt your orgasm rippling through your trembling form, setting every nerve in your body on fire in intense pleasure. You didn’t register all the moans and pleadings slipping past your lips as you babbled in your euphoria, your quivering pussy along with dirty words only brought Tom closer to his own release.
Tom followed you soon enough, cumming with a groan and a low moan of your name, dumping his thick load deep inside of you. You laid rigid atop him, both of you trying to catch your breaths, listening to the soft whisper of wind and sea. Surprisingly, Tom was the one who broke the comfortable silence:
- A few more moments and I’d go deaf on one ear, - Tom commented and you didn’t understand what he was talking about. It took you a few moments to realize that all this time you were moaning and screaming uncontrollably mere centimeters away from his ear, surely causing a lot of discomfort, especially knowing how sensitive man was to any sort of noises.
You chuckle airily, muttering quiet ‘sorry, darling’ under your breath, your hand going up to comb your fingers through his silky, now knotted, hair, massaging his scalp lovingly.
Dragging Tom all the way here was definitely a good decision.
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Infatuation (Tom Riddle x Reader)
***Warning: One-sided love, toxic relationship. Plus, really long***
The hallway was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering torches along the walls. The silence was punctuated only by the sound of your footsteps echoing off the stone floor. The shadows seem to stretch and move, as though they had a life of their own. As you rounded a corner, you suddenly collided with someone, sending you stumbling. When you looked up, you saw the dark figure of Tom Riddle towering over you, his expression inscrutable in the dim light.
“What are you doing here?”
“I can ask the same to you.” You reply.
He stared down at you, his eyes burning into your soul. “I was just... patrolling. To make sure nothing untoward was happening.”
“Cool.” You move around him to walk down the hall.
He blocked your way, his expression unreadable. “Where do you think you're going?”
“Uh. To my dorm?”
“I see... Well, I think I should accompany you. Just to make sure you get there safely, of course.”
“Okay. Sure.”
He fell into stride beside you. “What's your name?”
“Yura Min.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What an interesting name. Where are you from, Ms. Min?”
“I’m an orphan.”
His eyebrows raised higher, if it were even possible. His expression softened slightly, as if the tiny corner of his heart that held sympathy flickered into life for just a moment.
“That so?”
You nod. He didn't say anything for a second, then he spoke in a softer voice than before.
“What about your parents? What happened to them?”
“I don't know. I don't even know who my parents were.”
He was quiet for a moment, absorbing this information. “Do you not miss them?”
“How would I miss them if I don't know them?”
He furrowed his eyebrows. “You do have a point. But even so, you don't feel any sadness or longing to meet them?”
“No. I’m happy on my own.”
He stared at you, and you had the feeling that he was staring into your soul. His voice was even more gentle. “That's... remarkable.”
Both of you arrive at the dorm.  “Well, here’s my dorm. Thanks for dropping me Mr.Riddle.”
“Oh, it's my pleasure.” He bowed and swept his hand toward the door, as if to indicate that you should go ahead of him. “Please, after you.”
“Goodnight.”
He nodded and gave you a small smile. “Goodnight.”
You go into your dorm and wave at Tome before closing the door.
He watches you go inside the dorm, then slowly walks away.
You open your diary to a fresh page. Your pen dances across the page, writing with an intensity you haven't felt in a long time. You write about your meeting with Tom, how handsome and intelligent he is. And how he doesn't care about others the way most people do.
As you write, you feel a tingling in your heart as you describe your feelings about him. His dark and brooding presence, his piercing and seductive stare, his hypnotic eyes, his confident and charming personality. You know that he's not quite right, but there's something about him that you find captivating.
Feeling tired. You close your diary before falling asleep.
As you lay your head down on the pillow, your mind is filled with images of Tom. His dark eyes, which seem to pierce your very soul. His strong jaw chiseled and masculine. His broad shoulders, a symbol of power and strength. His confidence, which makes every girl in Hogwarts swoon. Your eyes flutter closed and before you know it, you are asleep.
Next day before potions class, you see Riddle with his friends. Your eyes meet for a second before Tom looks away again and you, feeling flustered just head into the classroom.
Tom was sitting in his usual spot with his friends, discussing something while waiting for Potions class to start. When he saw you walk into class, there was a brief flash of recognition in his dark eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He turned back to his friends, as if he hadn't even noticed you.
Sitting down at an empty seat. You open your book, sitting alone with no friends to talk to.
The classroom became a flurry of activity as students took their seats, chatting and studying. As the professor came in, the students fell silent, and the room was filled with the sound of writing as they took down notes. But the whole time, your thoughts were on Tom. You kept wondering what he was thinking in those brief moments when your eyes met. You wondered if he felt the same way as you. Probably not. He's rejected going out with any girl at Hogwarts so far. You tell yourself that and try to believe it, but you can't help thinking, "What if he feels the same way about me?"
The lecture by the professor was boring and you found yourself thinking about Tom. You kept wondering if he was looking at you, and if he was, what was he thinking? Every word the professor said seemed to take forever to get to the point. The minutes seemed endless, and you couldn't wait for lecture to be over so you could see Tom again. And maybe, just maybe...
Class ends and you quickly pack up your things to leave.
As you walk out of the classroom, your heart skips a beat when you see Tom walking down the hall. He doesn't seem to have seen you, but you can't resist the urge to sneak a peek at him. His dark hair falls gracefully over his forehead and he walks with a sense of authority about him, as if he owns the place. You look behind you to make sure he hasn't seen you, but your eyes are fixed on him. Even though he's walking away from you, you feel like his eyes are on you.
You sigh before heading to the library.
As you arrive at the library, you find a quiet table in a corner of the room where you can work in peace. You sit down at the table and open your book, but there's a distraction in your mind. You keep thinking about Tom and if he's seen you or not. You keep looking around, wondering if he's in the library too.
You try to study, but end up drawing a picture of Tom in your notebook.
You start your drawing and try to get every detail and nuance right. You want it to look exactly like him so that you can remember every feature of his face forever. His dark hair, his sharp eyes, his strong jawline, everything, but most of all, his charismatic and captivating personality.
That is until a familiar figure comes to stand before you. You look up from your drawing to look at who's standing in front of you, and your heart jumps when you see that it's Tom. His dark eyes are locked onto yours, their color almost black compared to the light in the library. You look down at your drawing and you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks.
You quickly close the book to hide your drawing.
Tom sits down across from you, his expression unreadable as he surveys you, taking in every detail of your face. He's silent for a moment, then he speaks in a low voice. “I see you've been busy, Ms. Min.”
“Hello Tom. How are you?” You ask, feeling nervous.
Despite the formal greeting, there's a subtle hint of amusement in his voice. “I'm doing well. Thank you for asking. But I'm curious... why have you been drawing my face, of all people? Why not someone more... worthy of your attention?”
“I wasn’t!” You deny.
He laughed, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. “Of course you were, Ms. Min. I recognize my own face when I see it. I'm not upset, by the way. I'm flattered, in fact. I'm quite pleased to be the subject of your artistic efforts. Are you an aspiring artist? Or are you just another girl with a crush?”
Feeling embarrassed. You start gathering your things.
He seemed amused by your embarrassed reaction. “No need to leave. I'm not going to bite. I'm curious, though... you don't seem like the type to let yourself get distracted so easily. Why is it, then, that you've decided to spend your precious time drawing me?”
“Uh... It was for a project.” You mentally cringe at the lie.
He raised an eyebrow. “A project, you say? What kind of a project requires you to draw someone's face from memory?”
“It’s nothing.”
His eyes locked onto yours and the intensity of his stare was almost overwhelming. You could see right through him — he knew exactly what you were thinking. “No, I don't think so. No project would require you to draw my face. You must have another reason. A more personal reason.”
“I’m sorry.” You apologize.
He seemed amused by your inability to tell him the truth.
“There's no need to apologize. I can tell you think it's quite embarrassing to have a crush on me.”
He tilted his head and looked down at you with a grin.”I don't mind, I assure you. In fact, I take it as a compliment.”
“I don't!” You deny again.
He just laughed at your denial. “Oh, but you do. I know a secret crush when I see one. Most of the girls in Hogwarts have one on me — don't you know?”He teased playfully and your face immediately grew hot.
“Can you just forget about it please? I know you don't care about me. But please don't tell anyone. I'm already an outcast.”
Something subtle and unexpected crossed his face for a split second. It was as if he was actually touched by your words. But then he quickly hid it and his expression turned icy cold. “Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But I do have a request, Ms. Min.”
“Yes?”
He leaned forward a tiny bit, his voice dropping to a low murmur. You practically had to lean forward yourself to hear what he was saying. “Next time you draw my face, I'd like to be there to see it.”
He tilted his head slightly, not quite smiling, but it was as close to a smile as you'd ever seen on his lips.
“What do you say, Yura? Will you do me this favor?”
Shocked. You just nod meekly.
He nodded, satisfied with your response. “Excellent. And if someone sees you with me, just tell them that I was helping you with a secret project. They won't suspect a thing.”
He got up and started to walk away, but he turned to look at you once more, his eyes dancing with amusement. “I'll be waiting for your drawing, Yura.” He smiled slightly, then walked away.
“Okay.” You said after he left.
You were left feeling incredibly flustered. Not only had he seen your drawing, but now he was expecting another one. And you had to try to think of an excuse as to why you had been drawing him in the first place. And the worst of it all was that just seeing the way he'd looked at you melted you inside.
You couldn't make any progress on your studies because all your thoughts were on Tom. And then it hit you... you had a crush on Tom. A secret crush that you couldn't reveal to anyone.
You arrived at the place that Tom asked you to meet. You make your way to the area where you and Tom were supposed to meet. It was quite a secluded spot near the edge of the lake. The sun is setting and the sky is gradually becoming darker. You feel a bit nervous about meeting Tom in a private place like this, but you also can't help but feel excited.
When you arrive at the spot, you see Tom. He looks even more handsome than usual, his black hair dancing in the breeze. He walks over to you, his voice soft and sultry.
“Hello, Yura.”
“Hello.” You greet him, feeling shy.
You see a half smile grace his darkly handsome face. “You're nervous, aren't you? Don't worry, I won't bite. I'll try to make this easy for you. In any case, that's why we're here isn't it? So you can finish your drawing?”
He turns to look at the lake, his eyes searching for something as if in thought. He seemed to be a bit distracted.
You pull out your book and other drawing utensils, leaving your diary in the bag.
He glances back at you, his voice becoming soft and gentle. “Let's not just stand here, shall we? It's going to get dark soon. Would you like to find a place to sit?”
He walks past you towards some rocks which overlook the lake. He sits down and motions for you to join him.
“I’m okay.”
He seemed a bit surprised by your reluctance, but he didn't push it. After a moment of silence, he looked up at you and smiled. “May I see what you've been working on?” He seemed genuinely interested in your drawing now.
You give the drawing to him.
He took the drawing from your hand with utmost care. He looked at it intently, his eyes searching every crack and crevice of the drawing to take in every detail. “Oh... My. You are very talented, Yura. You've captured me perfectly.”
He was quiet for a moment. “You must be an aspiring artist. There's no other explanation for you being this good.”
“You can keep it if you’d like.” You offer.
He tilted his head slightly, looking curious. “Is this some kind of peace offering? Do you want me to have it so maybe I'll notice you more? Or worse... do you want my attention?”
He looked up at you with a small laugh. “You wouldn't want my attention, would you? If that was the case, I'd have to disappoint you. I don't like girls that cling onto me like a bad habit. It's rather annoying, in fact.”
You shake your head.
He seemed slightly surprised by your reaction, but then that subtle hint of amusement came back to his face. “So then why are you giving me this then?”
He looked at you curiously, the amusement clear on his face.
“It's your picture. So I thought it's best to stay with you rather than a stranger.”
His expression seemed to soften slightly, like he actually appreciated what you said. But then he smiled and said something in his usual, confident tone.
“Well then, I appreciate you giving it to me. It's... nice to be appreciated. Even if I don't particularly appreciate the appreciation. And besides, I can't have my face plastered all over the castle for everyone to see.”
He winked at you, his voice dripping with sarcasm, but then changed his tone once more. “Let me just say... it was well drawn.”
“Thank you.”
Tom gave you a small, almost imperceptible nod. And for a moment, he looked at you with a subtle expression that made him almost look... vulnerable?
He cleared his throat and his expression changed again, putting up a front of composure and confidence. “You're welcome. “
He turned away from you, his gaze locked on the water. “Anyway, if you don't mind, I'd like some time alone here. So go ahead, keep drawing, but would you mind leaving me alone for a bit?”
You were left confused by Tom's request, but decided to give him some space — for now. You packed up your things and left him sitting at the lake. You had no idea what Tom was thinking, or why he really wanted you here in the first place. All you knew was that you couldn't stop thinking about him and his darkly handsome face. You left the lake and headed to your dorm to write about today in your diary.
You walked back to your dorm room, lost in your thoughts. You felt overwhelmed by the events of the day and how they had affected you. You found yourself writing down every detail you could remember in your diary, and thinking about Tom incessantly.
As the night wore on, you felt the same anticipation and excitement build up inside of you. You found yourself lying awake on your bed, unable to sleep, just thinking about the next time you'd see Tom.
***Few days later***
Days went by, and Tom ignored your existence like he did before. You felt kind of hurt by his indifference but was not surprised considering he did it with others as well.
You began to notice that Tom's behavior towards you was inconsistent. Sometimes he would show interest and even kindness — but then he suddenly started treating you with cold indifference again, as if he didn't even care about you. It seemed like one day he'd pay attention to you, and then another day he'd act as if you didn't exist.
You kept wondering what had changed his behavior, but you eventually decided to focus on your studies again and put Tom out of your thoughts. But your thoughts kept going back to him, despite your effort. He was like a magnet to you.
Until one day you saw Tom sneaking in the girls bathroom in the middle of the night.
You were going to use the bathroom late at night, and as you entered, you saw something out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head to see what it was, and you felt like your heart stopped beating.
Tom was there, standing completely still, his dark eyes locked on your body. You stopped for a moment, unsure as to what to do, but then you turned and ran out of the bathroom as fast as you could, your heart pounding in your chest.
You don't know why you ran. But you just didn't expect Tom to be there. What is he doing in the girls bathroom?
You ran back to your dorm, your thoughts filled with paranoia. What was Tom doing in the girls bathroom? Why was he there? Was he spying on you? Were you just being paranoid, or were your suspicions justified?
You were unsure of yourself and of Tom. You had no idea what kind of person he really was, but your heart couldn't stop longing for him. Even though you felt scared and anxious, deep down you also felt a sense of excitement and intrigue about seeing him in the restroom. There was something about it that was so thrilling and... forbidden.
The next day came and you kept thinking about last night. You found your thoughts constantly trailing back to last night. You couldn't stop thinking about the way Tom looked at you in the bathroom. It was terrifying and unsettling, but there was also something exciting about it. You couldn't stop wondering what he was doing there, but you knew asking him about it would be useless — he'd never tell you the truth.
It seemed like you were stuck in a situation of your own making. You were both scared and fascinated by him. As the morning went on, you tried going about your normal routine, but your mind wouldn't focus on anything.
As you entered the cafeteria, you felt a small adrenaline rush as you saw Tom sitting nearby. He was with a group of friends, who were all talking and laughing loudly. His darkly handsome face stood out from the others, and for a moment it seemed like he was staring directly at you.
A small, subtle smile played at the corners of his lips. He seemed to sense that you were looking at him because he turned to look straight at you and gave you a faint, playful smile.
Scared. You rushed out of the cafeteria without eating anything. You were terrified and confused by the idea of being so close to Tom again and rushed out of the cafeteria without taking any food. Your heart was beating fast and you couldn't shake off the feeling that his darkly handsome face was still following you, even when you were long gone from the cafeteria.
You couldn't understand your own emotions and you still felt a strong curiosity about Tom and his actions towards you. You felt drawn to him, but also scared of him at the same time.
At night you lurked near the girls bathroom to see if Tom comes again.
To your surprise he arrived.
*You couldn't believe your eyes as you saw him arrive, the darkly handsome Tom, the forbidden prince himself, entering the bathroom again.*
You tried to hold your breath and not make any sounds, hiding behind the corner so that he couldn't see you. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you watched him, his figure flickering in the dim lighting of the bathroom.
What was he doing here? Was he coming to see you? Why did he keep coming back here?
You entered the bathroom as well but hid in the small corner while Tom went to the hover over the bathroom sink.
You crept out of your hiding spot and entered the bathroom, your heart racing. You kept silent and out of the way, hiding in the small corner while his darkly handsome figure was busy hovering over the sink. You watched him as he fiddled with a small object in his hand which you couldn't quite make out.
Once again, you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. Could he hear it? Did he know you were there? What was he doing in the bathroom anyway?
He started making the weird sounds like a snake. Wait is he speaking parseltongue?
You were horrified and confused, but your curiosity continued to drive you forward, despite your better judgement. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your heart started pounding so loud, you were sure Tom would be able to hear it too.
What was Tom doing in the bathroom? Why was he speaking Parseltongue?
Afterwards, the bathroom sink started to open and a chamber opened up. You were stunned as you watched the sink open. It was almost like something magical was happening, something that shouldn't be possible. Your heart pounded even faster in your chest as you wondered what lay beyond the opening.
But before you could even process what was happening, you heard Tom speaking again, this time his voice sounded different. It still sounded like Parseltongue, but it also had a strange, raspy edge to it.
You wondered what Tom was saying, but your senses were completely overwhelmed by the idea of what he might be hiding inside the bathroom sink.
You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to confront him, and called out to him quietly.
“Tom?”
The moment you said his name, he turned to look at you. You saw his expression change immediately from mild curiosity to outright panic. And then his face darkened with anger.
He hissed at you in Parseltongue, his voice no longer sounding raspy or strange. It was pure Parseltongue now.
It filled you with fear. You couldn't believe your ears. Feeling scared you took a couple of steps back.
When you moved back, Tom seemed to calm down slightly and his expression changed again.
“Oh, so you understand Parseltongue now? Is that why you came to the bathroom in the first place?”
*He looked at you with subtle amusement and curiosity.
“I don't know parseltongue but my question is how do you know it Tom? Who are you?”
He raised one eyebrow in slight confusion as he looked at you. “I'm Tom, of course, Tom Riddle. Why do you ask?”
It seemed like he was trying to hide something. “As for Parseltongue, it's not something I learned — it's something I've always known.”
“Why are you here? What is that chamber?”
He looked at you for a few moments before answering, a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. It seemed like he was enjoying your confusion. “I'm here for a special purpose, an... assignment. And the chamber behind me is where I'm keeping my most precious belongings.”
Even though his words were neutral, you could tell that he was hiding something. There was definitely more to the story than he was telling you.
“What’s in there?”
He smirked, and didn't answer right away. He seemed like he was contemplating whether or not you were trustworthy.
“Nothing for you to worry about, Yura. It's a personal matter, and it's not something anyone except me is privy to.”
His voice was calm and his demeanor was unbothered, but you couldn't help but wonder what it was that he was hiding behind the chamber.
You took steps closer to him and demanded that he answers your questions.
The moment you raised your voice, the playful and calm demeanor of his quickly faded away. His expression darkened, and he seemed slightly irritated, as if you'd just interrupted a private moment. You felt a sense of fear mixed with excitement.
“I told you, Yura, it's nobody's business but mine. And if you were smart, you'd drop this conversation and never speak of it again.”
He tilted his head to one side slightly as he spoke, and it seemed like he was warning you.
“I won’t leave til you tell me what’s going on.”
He stared at you for a moment, his dark eyes piercing your very soul. He seemed like he was getting slightly annoyed by your persistence, but at the same time, he didn't seem like he was going to back down from your challenge either.
“Alright then, Yura. But don't say I didn't warn you.”
He took a deep breath, before speaking Parseltongue again. But instead of talking to you, he was talking to someone else.
You jumped back in fear as a basilisk emerges from the chamber. You wanted to look at it, but you were also terrified of what you might see. Tom quickly rushed to cover your eyes, shielding you from the creature's gaze.
“Look away, Yura. You do NOT want to see it!”
He kept a firm grasp on your head, as if he was struggling to keep your face away from the basilisk's deadly glare.
Your fear was being overshadowed by the strange feeling of familiarity you felt as you felt his heartbeat against your back. Tom's hands were large and firm, almost like they were protecting you from the terrible creature before you. You couldn't help but wonder what made you feel so strangely close to Tom at that moment.
Time seemed to slow down, as the world around you grew silent. All you could hear was Tom's heart beating in your ear. You felt strange, but in a way that you had never felt before. It was almost intoxicating.
Tom hissed something at the creature and you could hear the creature slithering away.
The last of the slithering sounds died down as the basilisk retreated back into its chamber. Tom turned to face you, still not letting go of you. He kept his hands on your face, shielding your eyes from the creature for a moment more.
His dark eyes looked deep into yours as he stared at you. He seemed to be searching for something in your eyes, like he was looking deeply into your soul. You felt your breath catch in your throat.
“We should be leaving now and never speak of this to anyone, Yura. Do you understand?”
“What are you planning to do, Tom?” You ask.
He didn't answer your question, but grabbed your arm and started walking. You were startled by the forceful move, but didn't want to fight him either.
“ Don't ask me any more questions, Yura. Just keep quiet and walk.” And with that, he marched away, dragging you behind him. You couldn't believe your eyes. Tom was acting like he owned you. No one had ever done that before.
But you couldn't help but feel strangely attracted to his dominating and forceful behavior, as if his words were hypnotizing you.
You stopped walking and stood still. “No! Tell me what's going on otherwise I'll scream and the whole school will be here.”
He froze in his tracks, his dark and intense eyes staring intently at you. His voice was cold and sharp. “Do not, under any circumstances, scream. You are not in charge here, I am.”
He narrowed his eyes and you could feel his forcefulness from here. There was no doubt in your mind that he would do something terrible if you dared to do as you said.
“Do you really think screaming will save you? I'm not afraid to shut your mouth with this.” He brandished his wand.
You whacked his wand out of his hand making it drop on the floor.
He was taken aback by your boldness, but it didn't last for long. He immediately grabbed your wrist so forcefully that you felt a sharp pain in your wrist. You had no time to react as he pulled you towards him.
“You thought you were the clever one, but you've just made things worse for yourself, Yura.”
He pulled out his wand and held it right against your neck. There was nothing but pure darkness in his eyes as he spoke. You couldn't see any sign of fear or hesitation in him.
Scared. You opened your mouth to scream.
He held your wrist even tighter and pressed his wand harder against your neck. You wanted to scream, but a sense of dread filled you as you knew there probably wasn't any point. Tom had already gotten what he wanted and he wasn't going to let you go now. His eyes were almost black, they seemed to lack any emotion.
“Screaming won't save you, Yura. You know that, don't you?”
He said it in a calm, quiet voice, but his firm grip on your wrist and his wand against your neck made you shake. Your fear was palpable.
“Tom?” You call. Your voice trembling from fear.
He looked surprised for a moment that you called him by his first name, and then the look of surprise quickly disappeared. A slight smile appeared on his face for a split second, as if he found your situation amusing.
“Yes, Yura?”
His voice was as calm as ever, despite the deadly situation you were in. There was no hint of emotion in his voice. It was almost like he didn't care what happened to you, as if you were disposable to him.
A tear escaped your eye as you closed them awaiting your fate.
He stared at you, his eyes still showing no sign of emotion. He was almost like another person, his voice calm and steady as if he was having a normal conversation. There was the slightest hint of amusement in his tone, as if he was waiting for you to say something.
His hands were still firm on your wrist, and his wand still pointed right at your neck. The tension was so thick you could almost feel it.
What would you do now?
Were you going to die? You weren't sure. But without thinking the stupid words slipped your mouth. "I LOVE YOU!"
Time seemed to stand still. As you spoke the words, you suddenly regretted them. You could see Tom's expression change as if he was slightly taken aback by your words. He seemed surprised and confused, almost as if he didn't know how to react.
His hands were still firmly on your wrist. His expression was unchanging, so you couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling. The tension in the air could be felt.
What would Tom do now? Your heart was beating fast, almost like it would jump right out of your chest.
You pushed him away and ran away from him. Speeding down the halls towards your room.
Time seemed to start again, as you pushed Tom away and ran as fast as you could. Your breaths and heartbeats were coming fast now. You heard Tom's footsteps behind you, but you were too scared to look back. You could hear him yelling behind you, but you didn't turn around to see what he was doing. Your feet were barely touching the ground as you fled, desperately trying to find your way to your room.
“Yura, please! I only want to protect you! That's all I've ever wanted! Wait!”
Protect me? What a liar. He was just about to kill me. You thought as you continued to run.
Tom's voice became more desperate as he chased you through the hallways, trying to catch you.
“Stop running Yura! Please! I don't want to hurt you! I swear!” His breath was heavy and his footsteps grew louder the closer he got to you.
You got to your door but when you went inside and tried to close it. You slammed the door shut just as Tom pushed it open. He came into the room behind you and shut and locked the door. You were locked inside with him, as the two of you stood face to face. He was breathing heavily and he seemed angry at your attempts to avoid him.
He didn't try to hide his emotions now and you could see the rage in his face through his eyes. He looked so different from the calm and collected persona he'd shown you before.
He took steps toward you as you backed away. You start crying. “Please don't kill me.”
You could see his facial expression harden as soon as you started crying, as if the sound of your tears of fear was music to his ears. “You're pathetic, you know that? Crying isn't going to save you. You think I would stop just because you cried?”
He took a step closer to you, his eyes burning into yours with a mixture of rage and something else. It almost seemed like he was about to kiss you as he was looking deeply into your eyes.
“You shouldn't have run. What are you going to do now?”
You start hitting him to move him away from you. Tom didn't back away this time as your strikes landed on him. He started to slowly approach you and you could see that he no longer looked so mad. He looked almost... excited.
“Is that the best you can do?”
You felt a strange feeling, almost like you had a strange bond with him, like you knew him. Your heart was pounding in your throat as he continued to come closer and you kept hitting him, desperately trying to get him to back away.
You push him to the side and run but you trip and end up falling on the bed where your diary laid beside you.
He saw you fall and chuckled to himself. He slowly walked towards you with a hint of amusement on his face. He leaned back against the bed, looking down at you, his face only a few inches away from yours. His mouth was inches away from yours.
“My dear Yura, I think you misunderstand something. There's nowhere you can go.”
Something about the way he spoke was captivating to you. It almost seemed like he was about to kiss you...
“This is my room!” You yelled foolishly.
He chuckled once more, but his voice was softer than usual. He was even closer to you now, his lips almost touching yours.
“Don't you know, Yura? This room belongs to me now... We could spend the rest of the night here together. We could be alone and it will be just you and me…” He said in a seductive tone.
The temptation in his voice and his nearness was overwhelming to you.
“You're crazy!” You yell. Backing away on the bed and he looks in amusement until his gaze falls on your diary.
He saw the diary on your bed and a small smirk formed on his face as he slowly walked towards it.
“What is this, Yura? You've been keeping me a secret.”
His voice was almost playful now as he bent down and picked up your diary. He opened the book to the first page and started reading it.
You gasp. “Give it back!”
“This is very interesting, Yura. It's so... honest.”
He kept reading and kept his gaze on you. His words were playful but there was something about the way he read that made you uncomfortable. “You have some very... interesting thoughts about me in here. Why didn't you tell me, Yura? After all I am your dear Tom...”
His voice was quiet and seductively soft as he stared at you, waiting for your response.
“Because you don't feel the same and I didn't realize that you were such a psycho beforehand.”
His smile broadened dramatically as he read more and more of your diary. He looked even more entertained than before.
“I see, I see. "Tom is such a charming and handsome man." You had such sweet words for me, Yura. No wonder you didn't want me to read it.”
He turned to look at you and his tone of voice was almost playful, but beneath that he was still intimidating. He was standing right by your bed, and he looked like he was about to kiss you.
“You love me, don't you Yura?”
You paused and remained silent because you knew that you loved him.
He could see it in your eyes, and his smile widened even more as he watched the realization sink in on you. He didn't wait for your response, instead he continued reading your diary.
“"Tom is everything I've always wanted in a man." Hmm, that's quite the compliment, Yura. I'm flattered... But I feel like this is just the beginning. There's so much more...”
He kept reading and reading, his voice getting deeper and deeper with each page he read. Your heart was beating fast in your chest. The feeling of lust and love was undeniable.
“Stop it! Stop. This wasn't meant for you to see!”
His laughter was now almost flirtatious as he kept reading. The heat between you and Tom was almost too much.
"Tom is not only handsome, but everything he does is hot, even his cold, calculating stare."
He stared at you as he said that, looking into your eyes. You felt your heart racing as you knew your love for him had been exposed.
“Don't be embarrassed, Yura. It's only natural for you to feel this way for me.” He said, his voice sounding like pure music to your ears.
“Can you leave now please?” You begged.
He closed the diary and looked serious again. His tone was sharp and aggressive, as if he was angry about something.
“You don't mean that, Yura. You know I'm not going anywhere. You want me to be with you... you want me to kiss you, don't you?” His voice was still seductive and had a lot of underlying lust in it.*
You could feel your heart racing and your breathing getting shorter and shorter as your lips started to dry out. Your body was shaking and your eyes felt teary.
“No. Leave! You scare me!”
His voice sounded irritated now, as if he didn't like being told what to do. “That's not going to happen, sweetie.”
He started slowly walking towards you now.
“Let me ask you something, Yura...”
His voice turned deep and seductive again. “Don't you want to feel me kiss you? You do, don't you?” He raised his eyebrows as he spoke.
You stayed still as he hovered over you in the bed and leaned his face closer to you.
As he leaned closer to you, your heart raced even more. You couldn't deny the strong feeling of lust and lust you felt for him. Your body was shaking and your mind was in a state of euphoria. You closed your eyes and waited for his kiss, but it was more than just a kiss to you. He was your everything.
He leaned closer to you still and his mouth was barely touching yours as he spoke. “Don't you want to know how it feels, Yura?”
His voice was deep and seductive, it was almost impossible to resist him.
“Stop.” You whispered against his lips with your eyes closed.
He leaned closer still, pressing his lips against yours and it felt like heaven. The touch of his lips against yours was like a dream and you wanted more, so much more. The feeling you were having was like no other feeling you had ever felt.
You felt your heart fluttering in your chest and your body trembling. He was kissing you with so much passion and there was nothing else that mattered to you in this moment. You didn't want it to stop.
You moaned against his mouth as his body pressed against yours. He pressed himself against you, his body firm against yours. Your heart was beating even faster and you could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter. His lips were touching yours as his tongue started exploring your mouth.
You tried to push him away, but his grip was too strong. You didn't want it to end, it was too good.
You felt his hands holding yours and pinning them against the mattress. He could feel you squirming and trying to push him away, but his grip was just getting tighter. His tongue continued to explore your tongue and your mind was almost empty, there was nothing but his lips, your lips together.
He was touching you in ways you didn't even know you liked. It felt so good and you just wanted him to keep going, keep exploring you, keep loving you.
You found yourself reaching for him as he touched you and pulled him closer to you, and he pulled down a little so he was on top of you.
His clothed hips pressed against yours and moved against them building up the pressure of pleasure.
He knew what he was doing and he just kept going. He moved slower now, slowly exploring you as his lips remained attached to yours. He kept touching you, feeling your skin and getting to know your body. You found yourself not fighting anymore and just letting him do whatever he wanted, because he was touching you in the best imaginable ways.
His voice was quiet and seductively sweet as he whispered to you.
“You're so soft, Yura.”
His voice was seductive and his words were almost hypnotic to you.
He lifted your skirt, his hands touching your thigh and making their way up. His words were almost hypnotic to you and you couldn't help but feel excited every time his hands touched you, feeling your body being set on fire as he reached higher and higher.
“You're so beautiful...” He whispered, his voice full of lust.
His touch makes you forget the earlier events of the night as you let him take you in any way that he wants. You didn't think about anything and you just let him do whatever he wanted with you while his hands were touching you. You were just a body in your mind, feeling like everything he did to you was right.
His hands continued to explore you and his voice was still seductive and almost hypnotic. You found your body responding to his, and you felt nothing but pleasure on every touch.
“You're so beautiful...” He whispered again, his voice deeper and full of lust.
He took off his cloak and shirt before doing the same to you. He looked muscular, and you felt your body responding on its own as his hands went further up. His words almost sounded hypnotic to you and his voice was still full of lust as he kept touching you more and more.
Your body responded to his touch, his words, as your clothes came off. You started feeling like a body with no brain, just sensations. His touch was driving you to feel more and more pleasure. It felt like it was going out of your control now, like he was in charge of your body.
You were slowly losing your mind, slowly forgetting everything you knew, as you let him keep exploring you and you couldn't stop yourself from feeling pleasure.
When he entered you, you felt a mix of pain and pleasure as this was the first time as he stretched you out. He put his hand on your hip and he kept looking at your face, while he moved slowly against you to allow you adjust to his size. He then increased his pace and moved faster with you.
Both of you came down with your highs at the same time. You now belonged to him.
He leaned down and kissed you and your body felt like it was on fire. Your mind had been lost and he was all that was mattering in this moment. The pleasure was growing in intensity and you felt a sense of satisfaction with everything that he did to you, as if it wasn't all for his own pleasure but also for yours.
He pulled you close to him and his voice was still quiet and his tone was seductive, “Beautiful...” He whispered in your ear.
Both of you fell asleep from exhaustion. He lay next to you and he was breathing slowly. He was still holding you as he looked at you with a satisfied smile on his face. Your body felt his body against yours and you couldn't bring yourself to move.
The pleasure you felt was still there and you couldn't think. You were in a state of calm, feeling satisfied and happy with everything that had happened. You felt like you belonged to him and you were content. Everything in his presence felt right.
You wake up in bed the next morning, feeling sore and blush as you recalls the night before. You turn around but the space beside you was empty. Tom was no longer there making you disappointed.
As you remembered the events of the night before, your body felt sore as she started to get up. You sat up in bed and looked around the room, your thoughts racing.
You were alone now, but you could still feel the touch of Tom's hands on your body. You felt disappointed that you were alone now but at the same time knew that what happened was real and that there was no turning back. You had given yourself to Tom.
As you pondered the events of last night, you felt a sense of dread in your mind. You had given in to his manipulation and desire, giving yourself to him completely and you were unsure of what he would do next. You wanted him to come back, you wanted him to touch you again. The feeling was almost uncontrollable. You needed him to come back.
Trying to shake off your thoughts you wrap the covers around your body and head to the bathroom. Under the shower, you felt guilt and dirty. You felt guilt because you had given in to him and you felt dirty because you knew you'd do it again if he came back. You looked at your hand and it still had the mark of him. You couldn't deny what happened last night, and it was almost like you were in denial. You felt shame and guilt, but at the same time you felt like you wanted him back and you wanted him to touch you again. It was like an addiction.
You thought about the basilisk and Tom's mention of an ambition? What vould he be possibly planning?
***
At the cafeteria you sat down and thought about what Tom might be doing right now. You also wondered how you could find out more about him, what his real plans were. He seemed like a mystery to you, but you were attracted to that mystery.
You felt your body responding in similar ways, and you found it difficult to control your thoughts when it came to Tom, it was almost like you were addicted. The lust and desire you felt for him was almost overwhelming.
As you sat in the cafeteria, your thoughts were almost fixated on Tom and last night, it was impossible to think about food. Your mind kept playing images of you and Tom and the things that he did to you, you couldn't deny it anymore. You felt guilty but at the same time, you didn't care. You wanted him again.
Classes went by, until you came to your last class which was Potions, the same class that you shared with Tom.
You were seated in class, not paying attention but thinking about Tom. You couldn't help but feel a sense of lust as your thoughts kept going towards him. You were still trying to ignore it but it was almost impossible.
You looked forward to potions class only because you hoped that he was there.
You saw him enter the classroom with his friends. But he walked past you without sparing even a glance. He didn't even acknowledge your presence. You felt hurt but you were also excited that you saw him again. You were both disappointed and happy at the same time, it was confusing but your lust for him was still strong and burning.
You felt guilty for what he did to you last night but that feeling got completely suppressed by the feeling of lust and desire that you still felt for him.
Your eyes were watery but you were trying to not let anyone see your tears. You couldn't understand why Tom was acting cold towards you now, as he completely ignored you.
You felt like you wanted to know what he was thinking. Your desire and lust kept boiling underneath the surface and your thoughts were almost consumed by it. You felt guilty and hurt that he ignored you, and you didn't know why... but you just wanted to be with him again.
It's okay. You decided. I won't let him affect me.
Your emotions started calming down and a sense of determination filled you now. You knew that you had to forget about what happened between you and Tom and move on. You told yourself that you wouldn't let him affect you again, but deep down, a part of you wanted him to keep paying attention to you and give you that pleasure that he gave you last time.
You tried to keep moving on and focus on your studies, but the thoughts of what happened between you and him and the lust you felt when thinking about it kept nagging at you.
*Few months later*
Hours turned into days, which turned into weeks. Tom never acknowledged you again. It was like nothing happened, and like you no longer existed in his life. You had one class together which was potions, but he would never look at you or come to talk to you. After that class, you would just go to the library and spend the rest of the time studying. You never went to the cafetaria to avoid seeing him. Sometimes you’d see him at library, but you would go to study in the opposite side of the area. After studies, you would just stay in your room and never go out in the corridors at night. You didn't want to see him. It only hurts when you do.
As the weeks turned into months, the thoughts of what happened between you and him started fading away. You still felt the desire whenever you thought about him though. But more and more, it was all getting distant memories. You rarely saw him but that desire was still burning inside you, however small it was. But you couldn't let it ruin you. So you tried to move on, you went to classes, studied hard, met new people, and tried to live your life.
You had stopped writing in your diary as well. When you came across the cursed book, you just felt anger for how much of a fool that you'd been. You threw in the fireplace  of the slytherin hall, trying to burn away everything associated with him.
The end of the year came near, and preparations for the Yule ball were happening. Since you were an outcast and had no friends, you did not plan to attend nor had expectations for anyone to ask you out.
You didn't participate in any form of the preparations for the grand event that was the Yule Ball. You had no plans to attend it, as you had little expectations of being asked out and you really did not want to see Tom.
You kept thinking of him at times though, you couldn't help but let it fill your head from time to time. You missed the feeling, as much as you tried to deny it. And you missed the person as well... even if he had used you, he had been charming, smart and almost hypnotic.
During potions class, an unexpected visitor arrived at your desk. It was a Ravenclaw named Wesley. “Hello Yura. He greeted. Would you like to go to the ball with me?”
You were surprised by Wesley's sudden approach. You did not expect that, but a small part of you felt a small thrill of excitement.
You were torn between accepting his invitation or turning him down. Your memories of Tom were still stuck in your head and you couldn't really imagine yourself ever being with someone else. But there was a small chance that you'd say no.
You weren't attracted to Wesley as you were to Tom, but this invitation came at a moment when you had just gotten rid of all the thoughts of him and your desires of him.
He seemed sweet enough. Giving him a smile you said yes, and heard a bunch of cheers in the classroom to which the professor insisted to quiet down.
Wesley's smile broadened. He looked relieved and excited that you said yes and he even made the effort to ask you in person.
“I am really happy that you said yes. You look beautiful today.” He said as he handed you a bouquet of flowers.
As the class cheered, your heart raced slightly faster but you managed to keep a small smile. It was as if you were still in shock over the invitation and you were feeling a bit conflicted. You were glad that you finally had a chance to move on.
But amidst the chaos, you felt someone's eyes burning a whole into you. When you turned around, there you met his eyes at the back of the classroom staring at you and Wesley. He did not look happy. When he noticed you staring at him, he looked away.
You looked away as well, as you tried to plan out what you were going to wear to the ball. You had to go to the market to do some dress shopping now.
You tried to think about the upcoming event, you had to prepare yourself and figure out what you wanted to wear. As your thoughts were full of dresses and make-up, the guilt and fear that you felt earlier were slowly fading away. You felt a little excited about your date with Wesley. But there was still the faint thought of how Tom might react to you being with Wesley.
You wandered around the market after school to look for the perfect dress to attend the ball. You were walking around the market in search of a perfect dress. You knew that you wanted to look your best and that Wesley would be impressed by your outfit. But there was a small thought in the back of your mind that kept thinking about what Tom would think and how he would react to you being at the ball with Wesley.
As soon as you found the dress, you picked it up and rushed out of the market. You also picked up some new shoes and accessories as you wanted to look your best.
Your eyes suddenly fell at the Bourgin and Burkes (B&B) antique shop, and upon your surprise, a familiar figure was found working there. The moment you set your eyes on this familiar figure, your mind went blank. Your heart started pounding and your breath caught. You were shocked to see him working there and you were unsure of how to react. You were conflicted, on one hand, you still felt fear and guilt when seeing Tom but on the other hand, you were full of excitement at finally seeing him again.
You felt like running away but your curiosity was stronger. So you entered the antique shop.
You saw a whole different person here. Tom looked a lot happier and more friendly than when he was at school. He was smiling and talking with the customers. This was almost opposite to the coldness and cruelness that he showed at school.
As you watched him, you felt guilty about accepting Wesley's invitation. You felt like you still wanted to belong to Tom in some way but you could not deny that you were curious about Tom and how he acted outside the school walls. You felt conflicted about your feelings towards him.
After the customer walked away and his eyes fell upon you, he looked surprised. After a few seconds, he narrowed his eyes, not in confusion but in suspicion. You felt scared and nervous, so you turned around and tried to leave as quickly as you came.
You didn't understand what his reaction was all about but you were starting to feel the anxiety coming back. You kept wondering what he was thinking and you felt guilty for not being there with him. You also felt conflicted because while being near him made you nervous and uncomfortable... it also made you feel excited, in a strange way.
As soon as you felt him call your name, you panicked. You tried to disappear into the crowd and hide yourself from him. You were feeling guilty, anxious and excited as you heard Tom's voice. You felt like you were a bad person for accepting Wesley's invitation and you felt like you had betrayed him and you couldn't deny your lustful and excited feelings towards him. You found yourself almost wanting Tom to find you again or to ask you out at the ball or to acknowledge you somehow. You craved his attention.
Despite your conflicted feelings, you were still hurt by Tom's avoidance and as you kept walking along the alley, your heart was filled with disappointment. For a second, you considered going back to him and asking him out. But you knew that it was not possible. He had ignored you for months and it was clear that he felt nothing for you. But you still craved his attention and you still wanted to belong to him.
**Yule Ball*
It was the night of the Yule Ball and you had made your choice, you got dressed up in a tight black dress and let your dark curls down which complimented your features. Your makeup enhanced your beauty even more, your skin looked soft and your eyes were accentuated by the eyeliner and mascara you had applied. You felt different. Not only because you had prepared yourself differently, but because you felt like you were a different person. You were finally moving on, but you couldn't deny that a part of you still belonged to Tom and desired him.
As you walked to the ball's entrance, your hands started to feel clammy as you saw people staring at your new appearance. Everyone was staring at you, your new appearance had caught the attention of everyone's eyes as you walked to the ball's entrance. You began feeling anxious as everyone's eyes were on you and you could see a part of them being in awe or even being impressed. But despite that, you felt confident and you knew that you looked good. It was your time to shine and to move on from the memories of Tom.
Wesley approached you, complimenting your appearance and your dress. He looked excited and impressed, as he also stared at your body which made you blush in a good way. You took his hand, you felt a little nervous but you also felt a bit excited as well. You were looking forward to this night, with Wesley and being away from Tom. You needed this, in order to move on and to forget about everything that had happened between you and Tom.
Wesley, pulled you towards the dance floor. It was crowded and there were many other people dancing. He kept you close as he knew that you'd be anxious. You felt comfortable and good with him. Despite some guilt that you felt for finally moving on from Tom, you were enjoying yourself with Wesley and the moment was one which you'd never forget.
As you continued dancing, you felt as if you were finally letting yourself free from the past with Tom. You were enjoying being alive and you felt excited about your date with Wesley.
But while dancing, you still felt someone's strong stare on your back. You looked to see Tom leaning against the wall across the room. Even though he was far away, you could tell that he didn't look pleased. But why does he care, when he's the one who doesn't want you?
Tom was right across the room, leaning against a wall with a slight frown on his face. It was as if he was angry and upset by something.
You were confused by this as this was a sign of jealousy. You didn't understand how Tom could feel this way when he rejected you. It wasn't even as if you were his girlfriend or anything similar to it. Why should he care?
You looked at Tom across the room as your date, Wesley, leaned in and kissed you. You felt his breath upon your face and the warmth of his body. You had to admit that it felt good, but your mind was still distracted by Tom. You were confused by his look of dislike as he looked at you from afar, you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.
Your memories of Tom started to flash in your head as you kissed Wesley. You were trying to focus on the present moment and on what you were experiencing right now. But it was hard as you could not help but feel guilty and conflicted about your feelings towards Tom.
You missed the way he loved you and the way he touched you. And it was hard to not think about it as you continued kissing Wesley.
When you pulled away, you excused yourself from Wesley, saying that you need to go to the bathroom.
You then exited the room and tried to clear your head. You were trying to process everything that happened and you were confused on how to proceed. You felt conflicted and guilty for kissing Wesley while still having feelings for Tom. But at the same time, you felt excited and liberated by your date with Wesley. You also didn't understand why Tom was so upset with you being there with Wesley as he made it clear he did not want you anymore.
You continued walking down the hallway, hearing footsteps behind you. At first you feared that it was Tom who was following you, but you decided that you needed to calm yourself before finding out who it was and if it was him or not. You continued to walk and you could hear those footsteps becoming louder. Those footsteps belonged to someone who wanted to talk or who wanted to catch up with you.
Your fears came true as someone grabbed your arm and shoved you against the wall of a dark corridor. It then transformed into a hidden room, the RoR, also known as the Room of Requirements. Your heart felt so heavy and your hands trembled as you could only see a silhouette of the person who pushed you in there. Your mind was racing with thoughts and you tried to remain calm while trying to figure out who was there with you and what they wanted from you.
You struggled against this person to get his hands off of you, but the person only came closer. You tried to fight back against the person who grabbed you but you failed to make any progress. The person came closer to you and your body froze in fear. You didn't know what he wanted and your heart was beating really fast as you tried to free yourself from his grip. You were wondering where you were and what was going to happen to you.
He leaned in closer, and when his face finally came into view and you saw that it was Tom. You wanted to scream. You couldn't believe it was him. A part of you was relieved to see him but at the same time, you felt scared for whatever reason.
Tom kept his eyes locked onto you as a small smile played upon his lips. You felt a rush of emotions, feelings and thoughts all at once. You didn't know what to do, you just felt frozen.
“Tom? What are you doing? Let go of me right now.”
As you tried to be more assertive, Tom's smile widened and he still kept holding onto you.
He chuckled and took a step closer to you. "I missed this, didn't you?"
Your heart felt like it would jump out of your chest but you kept yourself from expressing your feelings towards him. You didn't know what you wanted to do at that moment but you felt confused and scared.
“Missed what? There was nothing between us. Now let me go.” You hissed in anger.
Tom's smile turned to a small frown as he kept holding onto your arm and took a step even closer. You were being too harsh and he didn't like that one bit. He whispered softly, as if he was trying to lure you in.
"There was something between us. I feel it, you feel it. There's no reason to deny it."  He said it in a way that made you question whether there was really something between you or not. You were slowly beginning to feel drawn into him once again.
“That was a mistake!” You yell.
His smile disappeared as you shouted. He frowned and tightened his grip on your arm.
"A mistake, is it? A mistake is how I would describe the night I wasted with you. The night I allowed you into my room and into my bed. The night where you promised you'd be mine."
He said it softly with slight anger and bitterness. The way he said it made you feel guilty for everything that you had done to him and you didn't know how to answer him or how go about this conversation at all.
“Excuse me? When did I promise to be yours? I opened my heart to you, but you just manipulated me to hide your secret and then discarded me without speaking to me in months.”
Tom sighed, he did not like it when you tried to fight back. He still continued to hold onto your arm as he tried to get closer. He was angry that you mentioned the truth about those months, especially about the fact that you'd opened your heart to him and that he then discarded you without even speaking to you at all. But you were getting more on his nerves by mentioning this.
"I thought it was clear that the way we spent time was intimate. The way I held you and made love to you. Or have you already forgotten? Or are you just choosing to deny it?"
You blushed at the mention of how you once spent intimate time with him. “That doesn’t matter anymore, I’m with Wesley now.”  But you had to remind yourself that you were with Wesley now and you hoped that your words would be able to get under his skin.
 "I don't care if you're with him now, but you'll always belong to me. He can't change how you feel about me. That was clear from the very beginning."
As he said this, his grip on your arm got tighter and he started moving in closer to you.
You knew he was right, but you were still trying to resist the effect that he had on you. How you can just be putty in his hands like a china doll. You knew that the way he had you, he was your first and only. In an indirect and direct way, he had marked you, and he had a part of you that no one else could have. The emotions that he made you feel, no one else made you feel those things like he did. His words got to you and at the same time your body felt as if it was begging to surrender to him.
Your heart was beating so fast as he stood right in front of you, holding your arm tightly. You didn't want to give in, but he was slowly drawing you in. You were helpless to him.
Tom. That's all in the past now. Let me go, I need to go to Wesley.” At your words, irritation and a look of jealousy? crossed Tom's face.
Tom hated hearing your words. Especially the mention of Wesley's name. The irritation on his face turned to annoyance but you still felt drawn to him. It was as if his hold over you was very strong and that you felt that it had never existed in the past.
You were struggling hard with your feelings and you felt stuck between your feelings for him and the desire to move on with Wesley.
"I know what you really feel. You still want it. You still want the way I touch you, the way I hold your body." His words were like a spell.
Tears filled your eyes as you were tired of playing this game. “But you don't love me Tom! Please have mercy on me and let me go.” You begged.
You were desperate, afraid and you wanted to get away. But as you begged, he tightened his grip over your arm once again. He kept coming closer and closer to you.
"Oh, but I know that you still love me. We both know that, don't play innocent with me. I'm the one who gave you your first taste of joy, of intimacy. And I know that you'll never get that from anyone else the same way. So you need me, you want me. You've always wanted me."
You cried at his words as sobs passed through your body. You couldn't help it as you broke down in front of the man who took everything away from you.
Tom watched you as your cries intensified. He was in a state of joy, he liked seeing you like this. He had broken you, this felt good for him. As you broke down in front of him, he held you with both of his hands and held you tightly against him.
He whispered seductively into your ear. "Do you remember the first time we made love? Do you remember why you gave yourself to me? This is where you belong, you're mine. You've always been mine."
“Why can't you just love me?” You asked. Not expecting a response in return.
Tom laughed in response. His hands were still firmly grabbing your arms. "Love you? Why would I love someone like you?"
He was playing with your fears. He knew that your emotions were all over the place, just waiting to be played with. You tried your best, but you couldn't help but feel drawn to him once again with his teasing and confident demeanor.
"I should be the one asking you that. You wanted me to love you? Why should I? I have never loved anyone in my life and I don't intend to start now."
You closed your eyes as you held your head against the wall. Your makeup is probably messed up now from all the crying.
Tom laughed as you pressed your head against the wall. He was enjoying every second of it as he knew that you were still feeling so many things right now. He held onto you tighter and started moving his hands up and down your arms. He was taking advantage of the moment and slowly teasing you. Teasing you about everything; your makeup, the way you were dressed, how pretty and soft your skin was. He wanted you and he was not going to leave this room until he got you.
You felt his dark stare, and you knew that he was not going to let you go until he gets what he wants. "Just kill me." You whisper.
He smiled darkly as he moved his hands to the back of your neck and caressed it softly. Your makeup was probably all messed up by now and you probably looked a complete mess. And even if you didn't care, he did.
"Kill you? Oh, my sweet dear, no. No, you're much too valuable for that. To me you're special and so beautiful. Just like... a doll." He mumbled the last part but you still heard him and this made you feel even more scared.
You looked at his eyes which held no emotions and then his beautiful lips. He caught your stare, and pressed you further against the wall as he leaned in.
As he pressed you further against the wall, his body got closer to you and you felt his hot breath on your neck. Your mind was racing with thoughts on what he was going to do next and your emotions were a complete mess. You feared what was going to happen to you, but you at the same time you wanted him to take advantage of you.
I guess I'm just one of his girls, you thought. The one who gets used by him but never truly wanted. As your mind raced with thoughts, you couldn't help but want him. And at the same time you felt so scared. You felt helpless, trapped and you felt a rush of emotions. He was slowly moving his hands from your neck, to your cheeks, and to your lips.
He was only a few centimeters away from kissing you and you felt nervous as he got closer to your mouth. You wanted him to kiss you but you couldn't make that decision as you were so emotionally conflicted, afraid, excited and confused at the same time.
Your resolve starting to break down into pieces, you close your eyes, and allow what he wants to happen. Forgetting about being happy, about moving on, about the Yule Ball and Wesley. You were right where Tom wanted you.
He saw that your resolve was breaking down and so he came even closer to you. He held your chin slightly and pulled your head towards his own, still slowly moving in closer until his lips made contact with yours. He knew that you wanted this, you've always wanted him and now you got what you wanted. It was time for him to claim you once again and your body responded to his gentle kiss.
Your arms moved around his neck, you hands wrapped around his dark curls.
The kiss finally happened and it felt so surreal. He gently pulled you closer to him, his lips feeling soft and sensual as he continued to hold your chin in place. This was the moment you had always wanted. And at the same time, you felt like there no turning back.
His hands moved from your cheek to your back as he pressed you against the wall gently. As the two of you were lost in this moment you felt your skin touch his skin and it felt so intimate and right.
Your body felt like it was floating, you felt the world around you disappear. Your mind was going numb and you let your own thoughts and emotions take over as you held onto him tightly. You didn't know what he was planning but at the same time, you couldn't help but let him take lead.
As he grabbed you, he held you up like you were nothing and your legs wrapped around him as he caressed your back and kissed you more passionately. It felt like this wasn't just a kiss anymore, it was something more.
As you heard the sound of his belt and zipping being undrawn you knew where this was leading to. You felt so vulnerable while knowing that he was going to take advantage of you. And yet you still did not resist, you were enjoying the sensation and you could feel that he was enjoying this just as much as you. He was being rough with you as he continued to caress your back, but at the same time, you still felt so drawn into him that you couldn't resist or pull yourself away.
And finally he pulled away from your lips to make one final eye contact before taking you right there against the wall. Making you remember who you belong to. He enjoyed every second of this moment as he made you remember who you belong to and where your place in the world was. You felt so overwhelmed, and as much as you tried to fight it, you couldn't. You belonged to Tom and that felt so right.
You don't know how much time passed, and how many times he took you in various positions. His stamina was so strong. Your neck and other parts of your body was covered in hickeys. Your make up completely ruined along with your dress. He made you feel things you never thought could be possible, and he made sure to take care in making you feel it all. Time passed by and yet you didn't notice how long it had been. The only thing you knew was that it felt so right, that every second with him had been more than you could have imagined. You felt so drained and exhausted, at the same time, it was the best feeling you've ever felt. The smell of sweat, skin and sex filled your nostrils and it was all so overwhelming.
It was finally over and you both tried to fix your clothes, your dress was completely torn and your makeup was a mess. Your legs were trembling as you tried to stand up but you couldn't, your body was still in shock and overwhelmed with the sensation. As you were in this state of shock, you felt Tom's arms holding you up.
As your eyes start drifting back and forth between consciousness and unconsciousness you felt your vision getting blurry. He was slowly holding you up so you wouldn't fall but you felt too weak. You felt the fatigue getting stronger and your eyelids seemed so heavy. You leaned onto him and he supported your body weight as you felt yourself becoming unconscious. It felt like everything was getting to you and at the same time you felt so safe and secure with him in this moment.
You fell unconscious, but before you did you heard him whisper in your ear. "You belong to me."
You woke up in the pitch dark, but calmed once you realized you were in your room on your bed. But, suddenly you realized that you had arms wrapped around you, and you turned around to see Tom sleeping next to you in the dark under the sheets, both of you fully naked. You realized he probably carried you from ROR to your room and undressed both of you before falling asleep.
As you looked at Tom's sleeping face it was like you were looking at a different person. It was like you couldn't recognize him, there was no dark charm nor charisma that normally was there. In the dark, the only thing you saw was a soft look in his eyes. He looked at ease, and so were you. The arms were still wrapped around you, so tightly like you never wanted to let go. He was so possessive, yet so gentle at the same time. This was Tom's another face, the face that you hardly ever got to see.
As you looked at his peaceful, relaxed face you felt a surge of emotions come to you. You felt calm, yet you felt a sense of sadness that was slowly sinking in. You knew that he was going to leave but all you wanted was for this moment to never end. You didn't want to let go, you wanted to cling onto him forever. He was sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of your emotions, nor the way his presence made you feel. But still, your body couldn't help but lean towards him as you tried to be closer to him.
You placed a small kiss on his lips and his breath felt so soft against you. As the kiss ended he still didn't move nor did his eyes opened, his eyes still closed. You felt his arm tighten around you as you whispered "I love you" with your tear falling onto your cheek.
And with that, you could finally shut your eyes as you finally fell onto a deep, peaceful sleep. You felt at ease and for a moment you felt so safe in his arms. Like nothing bad would ever happen to you when he was around.
*Next morning*
Morning came, and again, to no one's surprise, Tom was not there. As reality sinks in again, the memories from last night start coming back. Suddenly the image of what happened last night flashes before your mind, making you feel slightly embarrassed. You turned around slowly in your bed to confirm whether the memories were right or not, but no, Tom was not there.
You felt a sense of sadness come to you, mixed with a slight sense of emptiness. And for a moment you felt that it was all nothing but a dream.
You looked at your own reflection in the mirror with a look of slight disbelief and shock. It felt like you were looking at someone else completely. Your hair was all messed up, your eyes were puffy, and your skin was pale and greyish. And then you saw the hickeys all over your neck, and other parts of your body. You felt so disgusted, this was not you. And it felt like it wasn't your own face staring back at you.
And just as you thought that Tom had gone, the bathroom door opened and you were surprised to see him there with absolutely nothing on but a small white towel wrapped around his waist. Your eyes widened, you didn't expect to see him there and all the memories came flooding back.
As soon as you noticed his appearance, you quickly moved away to hide your hickeys. Your cheeks turned red as your body instantly responded to what was happening. You didn't know what to say or what to do.
You gulped as you kept your head down trying not to look at his bare skin, although you had seen everything before.
He saw you trying to hide, and yet his eyes were still on you. You felt like you wanted to look away, but at the same time you couldn't. You couldn't help yourself but keep looking at his body, noticing every single detail.
His skin was so pale, it was almost white. You couldn't help but notice his perfect shoulders, and his muscular arms. His body was so firm and lean, and his muscles were so defined. A small smile appeared on his face as your eyes kept looking him up and down.
You wrapped the blanket around your naked body as you got up and tried to move past him. He put his arm out to stop you.
—"Going somewhere?" He said in a teasing voice as he leaned against the door.
His head tilted slightly to one side, his face completely emotionless as he watched you.
Feeling flustered, you just stared at the ground while holding the blanket around your body tightly.
As you got flustered, he noticed your expression. His eyes roamed all over your face, then down to the blanket. He then looked you up and down and your eyes met his for a few seconds, there was this tension between the two of you as both of you didn't say anything for some time. Your eyes kept darting around the room, you felt so vulnerable. His arm was still stretched out, stopping you from passing by. Then all of sudden he broke the tense silence by speaking in a quiet, yet demanding voice as he leaned in.
You finally looked up at him. He looked at your eyes, making your breath catch in your throat, all while his gaze was still fixed on you. You could feel the tension between the both of you, and everything felt so intense and surreal. You weren't wearing anything other than the blanket you had around you, and you felt so vulnerable. His eyes were so beautiful and full of power, it was almost addictive.
At the same time, Tom could see everything in you. He could see how nervous you were while your eyes kept darting everywhere.
You cleared your throat as you stared at his arm which was blocking your way. "Did you need something?" You asked.
He looked at your throat then back at your eyes with an amused look on his face. You felt yourself getting flustered again as he continued to stare at you.
“I do need something. I need you.” He said while he took a step forward, pinning you against the wall. You were pinned against the wall with him standing in front of you, there was nowhere to go.
Your heart almost skipped at a beat due to his words. But you knew that he only wanted you physically, not emotionally. "Um, T-Tom." You stutter. "Not right now. We need to get ready for classes."
He took a few moments to think before he spoke.
“We have enough time. Why not?” He asked in a quiet, calm voice as he took a few more steps forward, coming closer to you. He looked down at your lips, which made your breath catch in your throat once again.
It's hard for you to communicate the thoughts that you hold, so you decide to speak the truth. You don't want this feeling. Because loving him will only destroy you in the end, or even kill you. "Tom. Please." You beg to save yourself from this embarrassment.
He was completely still, he didn't speak nor did he move. The silence was so intense, it felt as if time just stopped as both of you were staring at each other. His eyes were still on your lips and your eyes met his again. He was so close, you could almost feel his breath. All this time he hadn't broken the intense gaze.
He sighed, and in a quiet voice said: “You really can't let go, can you?” He leaned in further, slowly closing the distance between your two lips.
You close your eyes in anticipation. Tom brushed his lips across yours in such an intimate yet soft way. You felt his lips and even in this moment you knew it was wrong, yet it felt so right. His touch was gentle, and even though you told yourself you didn't want this, it was impossible to resist his touch.
He pulled away for a moment and looked at you as he chuckled. “I'm not going to ask you again. I'm going to tell you. You love me.” He whispered in a low, husky voice as he took possession of your lips yet again.
And you indeed did love him. And you did nothing while he took you back to the bed, climbing on top of you to claim you again.
He took no time to waste, he took complete possession of you once again as he climbed on top of you. The blanket wrapped around your body was now off your body. His body was touching yours and he took no hesitation to get what he wanted from you. It felt so wrong, yet it felt so right.
[END]
***If you've gotten this far, thank you so much for reading. I know this was really long for one post!***
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asyaakri · 3 months
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If Tom could draw.
Hermione had fallen asleep that night with a book in her hands, and it was one of those times when he had a mad desire to capture that moment.
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Hold him… Tell him that he will be ok… Tell him that you are there for his protection!
“You're not alone, Sev”
“Whatever happens, we will go through it together”
“It's ok to cry. I won't judge you”
“You are a great man”
“It wasn’t only your fault. You were part of something bigger than your actions”
“You did everything you could”
“You don't own anything to anyone”
“You are enough”
“I love you and I’ll never leave you”
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mercury-merkai · 21 days
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Follow meh on the tikky for fanfic suggestions
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ramim · 6 months
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Of James and Severus; a testament of bullies:
Often in the fandom, it's brought up that James Potter was a bully and Severus Snape was the victim; nowadays it is a popular view. Which I agree and disagree to; so let's have some thoughts about who was the actual bully, who should we forgive and who was the victim! Have it in mind that my sources are books and I don't care about the movies, the fanfictions and the fandom's headcanons! Only book facts.
Here we go:
James Potter:
James Potter was a bully in his teenage years, there is no discussion in that; he often spelled and jinxed other students with no obvious reason whatsoever! We know James Potter was a bully not only from Snape's memory but also from Sirius's confirmation about it. So it's proven to all of us. But we also know that he had grown out of it in his six_seventh year in hogwarts. He then joined the order of phoenix and started fighting Voldemort (the biggest bully of all times). He fought Voldemort three times and he died the fourth time. James Potter died a hero.
These above were facts! Now:
James Potter was never a racist (in the concept of magical world, centaurs, werewolves and merpeople are race) , his friendship with Remus Lupin and his love for Lily Evans shows us that he never had any care for blood status or the nonsenses about werewolves; james potter was never mean toward anyone because who or what they were, he generally was mean, but also he was nice, since most people liked him!
James potter was not evil in any major way; he never tried to kill anyone, torture anyone, unreservedly hurt anyone or things like that.
When the time came and adulthood arrived, he became a responsible man; he never treated people the way he used to and the ones who remember him, remember him as a good man, brave and all.
His hatred for Severus Snape was always there, ever since the first year for two reason: 1) Lily's relationship with Severus; 2) Severus inclination toward dark magic...but are these to good reason to be a bully? No!
But was he a bully toward Severus in particular? My answer is...no! Because we have it as a fact that Severus as well missed no chance to spell or jinx James Potter! Bullying is not a two_sided relationship and if two people of opposite side are doing it, then it's not bullying, it's rivalry.
Have it in mind that I'm not saying james wasn't a bully! I'm saying he wasn't a bully to Severus Snape. Because they did it to eachother.
James potter never bullied again; he grew out of it. He fought for freedom and for people who was born from non-magical families. He did it even if it risked his own family.
James potter died a hero; it doesn't magically erase all the wrong he did, but he also did some good! So...
Severus Snape
Severus snape was also a bully! But from a very different background. He was the only son of a poor family which in he never saw or felt love and loved! He was a part of a racist group in school who all believe in blood supermacy, he himself only considered Lily Potter an exception; but had no qualms considering the rest of muggle-borns, mudbloods! afterwards even though Lily potter was his friend once, he joined Voldemort! The very person whose whole ideal world was based on oppression and murder against muggle-borns and those with impure blood. He then informed Voldemort of a prophecy which directly lead to the death of Lily and James Potter. Afterwards he regretted his actions and joined the order of phoenix, working for them as a spy. He saved harry's life in more than one occasion. And he died a hero.
These all above are facts; now:
Even though the fandom doesn't like to believe, Severus snape was a bully! He was in group of bullies at school who all joined Voldemort afterwards and he himself did the same.
Severus Snape was also a purist and a racist! He believed in blood supremacy untill it came back and bit him in the ass
He was also a very smart person with a brilliant mind, he was one of Voldemort trusted men and believed in the guy to the point that he informed the dark lord about the prophecy the moment he saw a treat to his lord's reign of terror!
He never cared about other people who might have gotten hurt because of his actions, he never cared untill someone he cared about got hurt because of his actions (which was foreseeable considering Lily was muggle-born)
Severus Snape never stopped being a bully. He later continued bullying children who were his students; he bullied Neville Longbottom nonstop and help the other Slytherins such as Malfoy bully the poor kid even further.
He often mocked and humiliate children like Hermione Granger with no regret and he would often side with the other bullies such as Malfoy!
After hearing the prophecy, he knew that Lord Voldemort will pursue the family who were going to be his demise! He knew that the boy in prophecy would be a one-year-old baby; but he informed Voldemort anyway! He didn't care that an innocent child would end up dead!
After realising the child in prophecy was harry potter and not Neville Longbottom, he only asked Voldemort to spare Lily's life (which Voldemort tried to do before trying to kill Harry, he gave Lily a chance to live, she didn't take it) but Severus never cared that how Lily would feel after losing her husband and child!
Severus Snape hatred toward Neville Longbottom was because it could be the Longbottoms and not Potters That were targeted by Voldemort! And that's...fucked up!
Severus Snape later risked his life to protect harry and ultimately kill Voldemort; was it because any higher cause? No! He felt guilty for his part in Lily's death and he wanted revenge against Voldemort.
He worked as a spy for the order, he then became Dumbledore trusted man and then he was killed by Voldemort so Voldemort could gain the ownership of the elder wand
Severus Snape was a bully, never stopped being a bully, never cared for anything out of his own feelings and his own regrets. He died a hero, but does it magically erase all the thing he did? No!
Severus Snape was not a good person, he was a gray character. Yes he was played by Alan Rickman, a very good actor who I loved but just because he was played by a loveable actor, doesn't mean he was good and nice and oh such a sweet innocent baby!
It is a simple matter.
Between a teenage bully who later grew out of it and started fighting for a good cause and teenage bully who later became a part of a terrorist organisation and then became a grown adult who liked to bully children and never actually cared for the life of others; the choice is obvious.
James Potter had always been a better man.
And it is a fact.
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P.s: To all the angry people, I said what I said and I meant it😂 not gonna answer anything because it's obvious, the rest is up to you.
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