#tom riddle one shot

[cardansriddle]

Teach Me - ( tom riddle x fem!reader )

part 2

Summary: Feeling awfully inexperienced, you ask Tom to teach you how to kiss.

Warnings: friends to lovers trope. old-fashioned mindset because it's the 1940s. sexual tension. implied smut but no actual smut.

A/N: It's 4 AM and I had to quickly write this idea before I could lose motivation. I love this "teach me how to kiss" trope so much so let me know your thoughts abt this!

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Tom's low voice carried around you as you lay your head against a tree, eyes shut closed to enjoy the serene atmosphere of the day. You barely paid attention to the meaning behind the words he was reading from his book, instead letting the soothing voice lull you to a relaxed state.

You adored these little moments with him. Your friendship with Tom Riddle was an unexpected one, yet not unpleasant. Whatever had bloomed between you two was unique, and you cherished whatever attention he could give you because you knew it was only you that received these rare moments with him.

"I'm bored." You suddenly interrupted him mid-sentence, huffing and opening your eyes to stare at the thick branches above you.

"What do you want me to do about it?" The wizard asked dryly, causing you to turn your head towards him. The sight of his profile greeted you, and you enviously traced your eyes over the perfect slope of his nose and the sharp edges of his jawline. Truly, it was unfair that he had been blessed with such pretty features.

"Maybe we should put aside the book? We've been reading almost every day now." You suggested, continuing to stare at him while his gaze remained glued to the pages of the book. "Tom."

"Hm?"

"You are not even listening to me!" You hit his arm at his offensive behaviour. The action seemed to snap him out of his trance and he met your gaze at last, eyes dark and holding an expression of bemusement. "This is dull. Let us do something else."

"Do what?"

You shrugged. "Talk?"

He seemed to contemplate his options, knowing if he kept reading you would persistently annoy him until he could no longer focus but if he complied with your request, he would at least receive peace of mind. With a tired sigh, as if he was trying to appease an insolent child, he snapped his book shut and turned to face you fully, causing you to smile in triumph at your small victory.

"Well, talk then." He gestured with his hand for you to speak, but you only glared at him.

"No. I always talk. Perhaps you should tell me about one of your adventures. Or stories. Anything."

He almost whined your name in protest but you hushed him. An idea came to your mind, something that you had been meaning to question him about, and you sat up eagerly. "You could tell me what Xavier and Avery were talking about yesterday? Remember? Before you told them to shut up?"

Tom only stared at you, his lips beginning to quirk up in a half-smirk. "Those are not for your innocent ears. Or any ladies' for that matter."

Instead of discouraging you, his words only caused your curiosity to grow. "Oh come on, Tom! I thought we told and shared everything with each other." You pouted, eyes pleading for him to indulge you in those secrets.

"You must stop." He tried to warn you but you decided to settle your head into the curve between his neck and shoulder, to attempt and soften him enough for him to speak.

"Walburga always talk about stuff like that. We are not as naive as you men think us to be."

He scoffed and averted his eyes down to his closed book. "Walburga does more than talk about it and I would advise you to steer clear from her presence."

"Did Xavier and Walburga lay together?"

He stiffened, and you lifted your head up from his shoulder to look up at him. He seemed lost, not knowing how to direct the topic of conversation elsewhere.

"I wonder what it feels like." You continued voicing your thoughts out loud, missing the way his head turned towards you swiftly, entranced by your genuine and clueless curiosity. "I mean I do not know what exactly transpires between man and woman but I can imagine the—"

His hand grasped yours on your lap, halting you before you could finish your trail of thought. "We should not talk about this topic any further." Although his voice was as gentle as he could allow himself to be when with you, you could detect the finality in his tone.

"But—but Tom! Would you tell me?"

You observed him as he clenched his jaw. "When the time comes, your husband will tell you and show you."

"But I wish for you to tell me. Do you not think my future husband would prefer me to know what I am doing at the very least? What if my terrible inexperience will bother him?"

He was quiet, staring at you with a flurry of emotions in his eyes. Something about his gaze caused your cheeks to redden and you opted to look down at your fiddling hands on your lap.

"Perhaps you could teach me something." You muttered after a long minute, not daring to meet his stare.

Tom's heart began beating unevenly beneath his robes. All of a sudden he felt too warm, too suffocated in his clothes. Tom was not pure by any means. He did not care for honour or propriety. Nor did he care for the foolish yearnings of men and women. He had indulged in those acts before, once or twice just to attempt to satisfy his body's urges. But he never actively sought it out. And he never particularly enjoyed it. But with you in front of him, so close to him that he could feel the scent of your perfume, he was just a regular man. And he had never felt desire the way he did at that moment.

"Stop." He said with a hoarse voice, and he cursed himself lightly before clearing his throat and repeating the word. "This is highly inappropriate."

"Show me just one thing. Please? Please, Tom?"

His pants tightened and his breathing got shallow. If you kept pleading him and uttering his name with such need surely he was bound to break. Surely no one would fault him for sealing his lips and yours—

No. He berated himself.

"Tom?" You moved closer, your knee bumping his thigh—

Before he could resist, his hand slid to grab your jaw. "You are being insufferable. I am holding myself back to protect your honour and yet you insist on me breaking my resolve."

"One time won't hurt anybody. Please?" With your last plea, and with a confidence you were not aware you possessed, you climbed over him to straddle him, sliding down until you were settled in his lap comfortably.

Tom froze underneath you. He could only stare up at you sitting so innocently on his lap as if you were born to be there and attempt to blink away the very ungentlemanly, very filthy thoughts from his brain. But how could he? With you pressed up against him, with only a few layers of clothing separating you, how could he banish those indecent images away?

"Teach me how to kiss." Your small voice filled his head again and how could he deny you anything when you were a pleading and desperate mess for him?

"Just once." He muttered with his last remaining resolve, no longer able to resist the pull that was urging him to close the minute distance between you. He moved to press his lips against yours and before you could respond, he retreated to gauge your reaction, only for you to whine and eagerly reconnect your lips back together. The grip on your hair grew tight, and he fought with himself to maintain control. But it seemed you had other plans as you needily pressed against him, the kiss no more gentle, but intense and messy.

Your body felt as if it was set aflame from the inside, and you would gladly burn alive if it meant you could experience this for the rest of your life.

His hands slid to grab a hold of your waist, and he lifted his hips up to grind the straining material of his pants against you. You gasped into his mouth at the action, and he did not miss the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You moved your hips against his, feeling him hard underneath you. He groaned, the low sound travelling straight to your core.

"We should stop." He muttered between kisses, and your hand moved to take a handful of his hair and pull at it, causing him to look up at you with dazed eyes. "Or I will not be able to control myself."

"Don't you dare stop."

He moved his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, trailing kisses along your throat before you felt his teeth bite into your flesh.

"Tom." You murmured his name in pleasure, rolling your hips against him once more to feel that pleasant ache between your thighs once again.

Suddenly, you heard the snap of a twig from somewhere behind you, and you pulled away from Tom in horror to look back over your shoulder. One of the Slytherin boys you did not recognize was standing there, eyes on you with an expression of bewilderment.

He had caught you in a compromising position. This was not appropriate. If he said anything about this situation, you would be ruined. You quickly removed yourself from Tom's lap and stood shakily on your legs.

Hesitantly, you looked at Tom, and he was staring at the boy with cold indifference as if this situation was not severe. Feeling embarrassed and utterly horrified, you did not utter another word before you rushed away from the place, desperate to return to your dormitory.

You worried that the boy would tell everyone of what had occurred, people would gossip about your ruination, but most of all, you felt betrayed that Tom had just sat there and done nothing.

If only you stayed long enough to witness Tom obliviating the boy, perhaps you would not be in such distress.

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Day 7 - Tom Riddle (Kinktober 2023)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1700+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, smacking, derogatory terms, oral sex, TOM BEING VERY, VERY TOXIC. LIKE MAD TOXIC BRUH. MDNI (18+)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist┊Day 8

Never in a million years would you ever intentionally try to do something that would piss off your boyfriend. That is the very last thing you would want to do. Therefore, it should be understood right off the bat that you never, ever meant to upset Tom today. Simply put, you made a small mistake.

Sure, a part of you knew that you were breaking the rules, but it was only meant to be brief. The contract that Tom had you followed in order to keep a clean, pristine relationship between the two of you included many…rules. These rules varied among different topics and areas of intimacy. However, one of the biggest rules that Tom insisted that you followed at all times was that you could never be seen with boys by yourself. It didn’t matter if they were your friend for a few days or even years; he was your boyfriend, therefore he was much more important.

Tom knew that he couldn’t completely separate you from boys at this school, there were literally everywhere you went. However, he figured it looked better if you were only around boys other than himself if you were in a large group with other girls. He has always been such a firm believer that if you were to be seen hanging around boys by yourself that it looks bad on your relationship. It would appear to the remaining students of Hogwarts that you had a lingering eye. Or, in his own words, it would make you look like a whore.

You didn’t want that, of course. But this simple little mistake you made today was never meant to blow up into something so big. You were innocently studying at the library, or at least had been for some time before you realized you were growing hungry. As you were just about to exit the library, a classmate stopped you in the middle of your walk. A boy, whose name you weren’t quite sure you could place, asked you, “Hey, Y/N! Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you, but do you remember how many scrolls long this paper has to be? I can’t remember for the life of me.”

In an instant you stop in your tracks at the question. Turning your head towards the voice, you share a soft smile and respond in a cheerful voice, “Yeah! It’s supposed to be three scrolls long. Good luck with that.”

The boy says, “Thanks, you too! I really can’t stand these papers. They’re such a pain in the ass sometimes.”

This should have been your cue to leave. Then again, you’d been at the library for what felt like hours now. You deserved a quick interaction, and how likely would it be that Tom would be coming in here anytime soon anyway? You take a step towards your classmate and chime in agreement, “Yeah, I totally agree. I have so much trouble trying to get to three scrolls, and I know it’s going to be even worse later in the year when we start getting assigned five scrolls minimum.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine though. You always do so well on assignments.” He tells you.

In a matter of seconds, your cheeks are tinted pink from the compliment. You appreciate the boost of confidence. Maybe it was dumb that you were so easily flattered by a boy that was clearly not your significant other, however you didn’t seem to care. You liked that he saw you for your talents within the classroom and made sure to tell him such. “Thanks! I really appreciate that.”

“Y/N.” A familiar voice echoes in the library.

Your heart drops instantly. It was as though the air around you was sucked out of your lungs from the sound of your boyfriend catching sight of you breaking the rule. You knew damn well you were in for a punishment later that night, there was no doubt about that. It was unfortunate that he was going to treat you like you had cheated on him when clearly you hadn’t…it was even more unfortunate that the thought of Tom’s cruel, toxic behavior made your panties wet beyond belief.

Later that night, you’re glued to the floor by your knees. Tom’s trousers were already pulled down while his girth was shoved down your throat. Eyes watery, spit pooling from your mouth, you groan around his length as he pummels himself into your wet cavern over and over again. You moan around Tom, “Hmpf! Ah, T-Tom!”

It was perverted the way Tom’s face alters so proudly to see you flail around from the strength of his thrusts. Your hands were holding onto his thighs like it was a lifesaver from the massive blows to your throat. The sensation of your warm tongue licking at his cock makes him groan. Without missing a beat, Tom continues thrusting into your mouth. “Such a dirty girl. You deserve this, Y/N. You deserve to be used after today. Need to make you feel like the whore you are.”

Your hearts rapidly racing like crazy. Despite the disgusting words that spewed from Tom’s lips, you continued to moan around him and attacked his cock with quick motions of your tongue. You were enjoying every moment of this, though. While he could be overbearing sometimes, there was nothing about this situation that was scaring you. If anything, it only turned you on even more.

Your eyes meet Tom’s as you look up at him through wet eyelashes. His grin flickers into something more sinister as he continues to watch you cry over the force of his length. “Such a whore. You can’t even stop yourself for one second, you need the attention of some boy in the library. Wonder what he would think if he saw you now. Choking on my cock like some dumb slut.”

Suddenly, Tom has pulled out his length from your mouth. He smacks the tip against your cheek a few times as a reminder that you are still beneath him, that you’ll always be beneath his power; but that was fine by you. You loved the way he treats you even if it is degrading. You knew you deserved this. Because after all, you’re a dirty whore for sitting alone with a boy that wasn’t your boyfriend.

Coughing from the burning sensation in the back of your throat, you look up at your boyfriend and tell him, “I-I’m sorry, Tom. I really didn’t mean-”

“Get on the bed, now. Hands and knees.” He commands you in a dark voice.

Not wasting another second, you strip off all clothing and get onto the bed without a second thought. The cool air of the bedroom hits your glistening cunt. In the midst of all the dirty talking and face-fucking, Tom had managed to find a way to make you soaked wet. You feel his hands trail along your bare bottom. Goosebumps run up and down your thighs. Tom seems to take note of this behavior and allows his fingers to dig deep into the plumpness of your legs. He squeezes the fat and gives it a quick jiggle, right before pulling his hand back to slap the flesh hard. You yelp out of pain, “Oh, fuck!”

“My naughty whore. You should be able to handle this, right? It’s what you deserve after today.” He says huskily, getting into position between your legs. He smacks your thighs once, twice, multiple times in a row. Your skin stings in pain, red and hot from the blows.

However, you loved every second of it. You know Tom loves it when you apologize, so you continue with your begging. “I’m sorry! I love you, Tom, I do. I only want you and your cock.”

At the mention of his girth, the boy instantly grabs the base of the member. He guides the head of his cock to spread your wet lips, barely grazing your clit. Your entire body shudders and you let out a soft moan. He tells you, “If you really do want me, you’ll have to prove it. Take me like a good girl.”

Looking back at Tom, you stare at him intently as you feel the tip of his member push past your lips and enter your wet hole. You comply immediately to his wants and push back against him so that he can enter you easier. As scary as he sounds, you know you two have a safe word that you could blurt out at any moment if you truly were terrified. Which you weren’t, and he knew this. Without prep, it burned like hell to feel Tom push himself inside you, but felt satisfying nonetheless. Your mouth is open wide as you let out a whine. He inserts himself all the way in, making you gasp loudly. “F-Fuck, Tom. F-Feels so good.”

“That’s fucking right.” He growls, hands finding their ways to your hips. He pulls out and slams inside you harshly, thrusting into your sweet pussy with enough force to make you fall forward onto the bed.

Face pressed against the mattress, you scream loudly. “Yes! YES! Fuck me, you feel so good! Such a big cock!”

You can feel your breasts rock back and forth violently from the intensity of his hips slapping against your bottom so harshly. You can feel his balls slapping against your ass as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. He hammers into your cunt with deep, long strokes and nearly laughs at how hard you squeeze him like a vice. “You’re so damn tight. Damn, I love fucking your pussy.”

You arch your back and can feel your ass ripple from the force of his thrusts. Not long after Tom pistons his cock in and out of your hole, you feel an orgasm rocket through your body and leave you a moaning mess. Juices leak out of you and onto his member, and the sight makes your boyfriend fall apart.

He pounds you into submission, groaning loudly as the knot in his stomach grows tighter and tighter. Tom spanks you with the emphasis of each word, telling you, “Take. My. Fucking. Cum.”

He pulls himself out of your leaking cunt, stroking his cock to spray his warm seed all over your thighs. You sigh blissfully at the feeling of his liquid covering your bottom. It was incredibly hot and made you smile wide. You turn your head to Tom, watching him grin at the artwork he left on your legs. You ask him, “Are we good now?”

He nods his head, wiping sweat from his brow and tells you, “Yes. You did well, honey.”

And that’s all you need to hear to be able to fall asleep happily later that night.

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[natashatraceromanoff]

mine | tom riddle

Description: tom being tom

Pairings: tom riddle x fem reader

Warning/s: smut (18+ minors dni), tom being a whiny baby

Author’s Note: no plot, just another dream i had that i’m turning into a fic 😭

“Tom? Helloo?”

You walked into the empty kitchen of the castle, exactly where Tom had asked you to meet him. Your voice echoed throughout the room but your call remained unanswered. Shivers suddenly crept up to your spine, the feeling of uneasiness, the feeling that somebody was watching you filled your thoughts.

Almost as if a predator attacked its prey, you were surprised by from the hand that wrapped around your neck from behind. Your back was suddenly pressed up behind a tall, warm figure. Just exactly the person you were waiting for.

Tom roughly pushed you against the counter, his hand still wrapped around your neck. You couldn’t help but notice the cool metal of his rings grazing your skin, and how his palms were much softer in contrast to his tight grip on you. He buried his head in your hair, deeply inhaling your sweet scent. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever was about to go down.

“What did I tell you, hm?” he practically growled into your ear.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” you responded, almost out of breath, gathering all the strength you had to not moan at his actions.

Tom teased you. His teeth grazed against your neck, licking and sucking at your exposed skin. If it weren’t for him holding you from behind with his free hand, you would have been on the floor long gone by now. You could feel his lips move up to your ear.

“You’re mine.”

God yes you were. You still had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, why he was suddenly acting so possessive. But you didn’t care, as a matter of fact, you loved it, and all that mattered was that you knew you were his. Tom Riddle’s girl.

“Say it.” he said. You could already feel the bruises on your hips building up as he roughly, pushed you into the counter.

“I’m- I’m yours, Tommy.” you mewled.

Tom moaned at the nickname. It drove him crazy when you called him that. Tommy. He thought it was the most pathetic thing ever. But he loved it when the nickname came from your mouth.

“Can’t you see- the things you do to me?” he groaned into your ear. You moaned loudly as he pushed his hips against your ass. He was rock hard for you. You pressed yourself against him even more, wanting nothing but to feel his cock in you. His free hand moved to your stomach, trailing down to the hemline of your dress so he could bunch it up all the way up to your waist. You could feel the cool air hit your legs, your pussy practically dripping.

Before Tom could even slide your panties off you, the doors of the kitchen bursted open. He immediately separated himself from you, and quickly leaned to your side to hide your disheveled state from whoever had just entered. His head turned to the kitchen door only to see one of the house elves returning a tray of leftover muffins. The two of you awkwardly waited for the house elf to leave, Tom’s hand was gently rubbing your lower back, soothing you from your previous activities.

“So.. what was that about?” you whispered into Tom’s ear.

Tom didn’t respond. Instead, he tucked a hair behind your ear and looked at you deeply in the eyes, stepping closer to you. “Would you believe me if I told you that I’ve been wanting to do that all night?”

“No. What is it, Tom?”

He buried his head into your neck and groaned. You could have sworn he was whining. He said nothing and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, closing the gap between the two of you. Your arms went to his neck, teeth grazing against his earlobe.

“We’ll talk about it later.” Tom said as he heard the kitchen doors close. He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you out of the kitchen, walking a little too fast for your normal pace.

“Tom, where are we going?”

“My dorm.”

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[cosmiethe]

#1J1624T ❞ LOVING YOU IS A DREAM COME TRUE.

── ౨ৎ ‧˚ ft. tom riddle/reader

synopsis: if tom riddle wasn't conceived under the influence of a love potion.

𐙚 drabble, ooc (out of character) tom riddle, fluff, the multiverse working wonders, a different kind of tom where things happen differently, you are married to a man with a nose, gender neutral, reader's appearance is not described, no use of y/n

navigation | harry potter masterlist

You were feeling quite sluggish today, bored out of your mind with nothing to do. So when you spotted your husband hunched over his study, a pen being chewed in his mouth, you laughed.

Noticing your figure standing by the door giggling at the sight of him, he pulled the pen away from his mouth tilting his head as he smiled back at you.

"Does my struggle amuse you, dear?"

Shaking your head at the teasing tone you skipped toward him.

"Nope," you chirp, hands placed behind your back.

He chuckled feeling yourself press against his back, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you huffed, tickling his ear with your breath.

Tom grinned leaning back, your head supporting his.

"I missed you." He whispered, reaching up a hand to hold yours, rubbing your knuckles softly as his other resumed writing in his journal.

Notes: I wrote this 2 years ago and decided to revise it (the character I originally wrote this for is canonically dead so I made this at the time instead because I was sad)

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[mastermindmiko]

Mr. Head boy

Pairing: Tom riddle + reader

Word count: 805

Summary: Tom is sick

Warnings: sickness and OOC tom

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When Malfoy told me that Tom wasn't going to his classes today I wasted no time before going to my boyfriend's dorm. Tom, my tom, Mr. academic achiever and head boy missing classes, and especially this close to example season, something had to be wrong.

I walk into the room and I was greeted with the sound of Tom blowing his nose. He was covered in several blankets and he had a box of tissues next to him. Tom threw the tissue into the bin quickly. And he smiled weakly when he saw me. He said "Hello, darling."

He sounded congested and I pouted, raising a hand to my chest, I said, "Oh, honey, Are you alright?

"Yes." He said, but I smiled not believing him one bit. I replied, "But you don't look all right."

"Well, I am." he said, firmly. He folded his arms over his chest and he frowned. I take a few steps closer and he raises his hands in front of him to stop me. He warns, "Don't come any closer."

"Why not?" I ask even though I already know. He frowns again at me noticing my intentions. He grumbles, "Because I hate you, and I don't want to be near you."

"Okay." I say, unconvinced and smiling because it truly was a sight to see. Tom with a red nose curled up in blankets still acting stubborn.

"You have a fever." I say, noticing him burning up against the back of my hand. He says, "Impossible."

"I'm not sick!" He mumbles then coughs. My smile was getting too wide by then. I retort, "Was that another symptom of your sickness?"

I press a quick kiss to his forehead then turn to leave. Tom grabs my wrist to stop me and pouts, "Where are you going?"

"To tell the head girl to get someone else to do your rounds." I explain, no way was Tom going to be able to walk around the castle in the cold, tonight. He frowns, "But I'm head boy."

"I know, but you're also a sick head boy who should not get out of bed."

"I'm not sick!" Tom says, and I roll my eyes. I lean down to press a quick peck to his lips but he puts his hand on his mouth, eyes wide, shaking his head. He shouts, "You can't kiss me, I'm sick."

"I thought you were fine." I tease, feigning a pout. He glares at me, and I can't help the chuckle that escapes my mouth. I head to the door and Tom says, "Don't be long."

"I won't." I say then leave. I find Malfoy with the rest of his friends and tell him to tell the head girl about Tom being sick and to find someone who can do his rounds instead. I head back as quickly as possible and Tom beams when he sees me return. I tease, "Happy to see me?"

"Very." Tom says, and he closes the book that he had on his lap. I frown at Tom's words, he's never been one for being overtly affectionate even if no one was around. The book he had was a spell book and I roll my eyes. Only Tom would study while being this sick. I scold, "Tom, you shouldn't be studying while you're sick."

"I wasn't. I just found a useful spell." Tom grins, and I bring out a small case from under his desk where he keeps all the pills and things he needs when I get sick since I do get sick quite frequently. I ask, "What is it?"

"I'll use it on you so you can't get sick."

"Really?" I ask, I bring out a couple tea bags, and conjure up some water then heat it. I place it on his desk and point to it, as a silent way to say 'drink up'. I then bring out a couple of pills that should help this fever go away faster. Tom replies, "Well, it's only temporary, but we can keep casting it as long as you're with me."

"I think that's a great idea." I say and Tom uses the spell on me, and it makes me feel weird, tingly some how. As soon as he's done with the spell, he grabs my arm and pulls me with him to bed. I giggle at his antics. Those pills must be making him feel all sorts of things because a normal Tom would never do this.

"Thank you." He mumbles, and he pulls me under the sheets with him. He wraps his arms around me, and presses a kiss to my head. I smile against his chest and pull him closer. The pills must be making him drowsy too because in a few seconds I hear him start snoring and his breath evens out.

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[agirlwhoisaphantom]

a little death - tom riddle x reader

summary: There is a new Defensive of Darrk Arts professor and something about you has captivated his attention

word count: 1635

warnings: age gap (all characters are 18+), taboo romance, teacher-student relationship, tension?, obsessive traits, Somewhat of a cliffhanger

author's note: Hello, it's been a while since I wrote anything, so bare with me. This has been a one shot that has been lingering in my brain and I'm excited for it to finally be out. Can we talk about how beautiful Tom Hughes is???? Italian Translation: Falena - Moth

Pansy caught up to you as you walked down the hallway, holding your books close to your chest. “Have you seen the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?” There was an eager tone in her voice, as if she was excited to share the news with you.

Looking over at her, you weren’t too excited, nor did you care about the professor, it was just another class to have to pass. You shook your head as you rolled your eyes. “I have not, nor do I care if there is a new professor.”

She smirked as she looked over at you, playfully bumping into you, which made you hold your books tighter. “You’ll change your mind once you see him.”

Walking into the classroom, you look around, trying to find the professor, but he is nowhere to be seen. Great impression for your first day, huh? You make your way to your seat, place your books on the desk, and take a seat, bringing your backpack onto your lap. You take out a notebook and a pen and set them down on the desk before putting your books away in your bag.

“Hello, class. My name is Professor Riddle, and I will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.” He said in a deep, honeyed tone as he walked towards the front of the class.

You place your attention towards him, noticing all of his features. His black hair fell in short curls, his face was beautifully structured as if it were a statue, and his strong features fell into perfect places. His eyes were ever so calculating in a marine blue as they looked around the room.

His gaze ends up on you, with curiosity evident as he crosses his arms and tilts his head. Tom looked at you as if he was trying to figure you out, and somehow, something about you piqued his interest.

Though he quickly started teaching the class, he continued to steal glances at you throughout the entire hour, his gaze often lingering on you.

You weren’t stressed about your potion exam the next day, but you still wanted to be prepared if something unexpected happened.

As you review your notes on the latest potions being tested, your thoughts drift away. Suddenly, you find yourself daydreaming about Tom. You knew having these thoughts about him was wrong, but you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he was. His deep blue eyes and chiseled jawline left you breathless.

Trying to push these thoughts away, your mind kept reverting to how he said your name. It sounded like he was reading from a poetry book, with a hint of admiration and warmth in his voice.

Standing up from your desk, you feel the need to take a break and clear your mind. You make your way to the door of your dorm and start to head outside. The cool breeze hits your face, and you take a deep breath.

Walking towards the courtyard, you noticed someone sitting on one of the benches reading a book. You were intrigued by how they delicately put down the book as they pulled a cigarette box out of their pockets and put it in their mouth.

You couldn’t tell the features of this person, and you wondered if they were new or someone you had never seen before. As you walked towards them, his features became more apparent, and you noticed it was Tom.

Fuck

Out of all the people to approach, you are approaching the one person you have been trying to avoid having inappropriate thoughts about.

“Good evening, Miss.” he looks up at you, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and placing it between his index finger and middle finger as he notices you approaching him. “Did you need something?”

You shook your head as you held your hands together. “No, just wondering who was out here at these hours. I should get going- “

“I noticed you were struggling in today's class. I can tutor you so you can understand the material better,” he interrupted. He stood up and immediately towered over you. Looking up at him, you hadn’t noticed his height until he stood so close to you.

Him telling you that you were struggling made you upset. Why was he noticing that? Why didn’t he tell me he noticed that during class? All these thoughts were going through your mind as you furrowed your brows and gave him a crooked smile. “I wasn’t struggling,” you scoffed. "Don’t make assumptions about me if you don’t know me. Have a good evening,” you snapped at him as you began to walk away, crossing your arms together.

He started to follow you as he forcefully grabbed your arm, pulling you back and turning you to face him. “Don’t ever speak to me like that ever again.” That soft, honeyed tone disappeared as his voice turned harsh. His eyes narrowed as he tried to intimidate you, but you looked at him with a poker face.

You moved your arm away from his grasp. “What will you do? Fail me?”

“Precisely that,” he says, placing his hands in his coat pockets. A sinister smirk appears on his face.

Your eyes burned with frustration and anger as you stared at him silently. This wasn't how you envisioned your first out-of-class interaction with him. You had hoped for a more cordial and friendly exchange, but instead, you found yourself clenching your fists and biting your tongue.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you broke the silence and asked, "May I go now?" Your voice was cold and clipped, betraying the anger and disappointment that you felt.

He stepped closer to you, closing the gap between the two of you as he placed his middle finger underneath your chin with his index finger and thumb, tilting your head up, making you look at him as he smirked “You look so delicious when you are angry, Falena.”

“Fuck off, Riddle,” he harshly lets go of your face as he chuckles.

He starts to walk away from you and stops for a second. “I’ll see you around, Falena.”

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Over the course of the following weeks, you found yourself struggling in class. It seemed like Tom had it out for you, as he was particularly harsh towards you. He gave you assignments that were much more challenging, and he even tested you on spelling that most students had never even heard of before.

There were days when you would lay in bed, feeling thoroughly discouraged and wanting to skip class altogether. But you knew that if you did that, you would be giving him the satisfaction of winning whatever little game he had placed between you.

You had to recollect yourself before knocking on his office door. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on it. Surprised, he answered quickly, “I was expecting you.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the office, closing the door.

“I’m not staying long.” You rapidly moved your hand away from his as you crossed your arms together. “What the fuck is your problem? What are you trying to prove with all of the shit that you’ve been doing?” You sounded agitated as you stepped back as you wanted to keep your distance between you and him.

“You are my problem,” he snapped as he closed the gap between you two. “I don’t know what it is from the moment I saw you. You are all I think about. You have invaded every single sense of mine. Whatever you are doing, make it stop.” He looked desperate, wanting answers you could not give him.

Your eyes widen as you shake your head, looking at him confused. “That doesn’t mean you get to make my life a living hell.”

“You already make mine feel that way.”

You felt confused and angry. You wanted to open that door and run back to your dorm, close the door, and never get out. Instead, you stood there breathing the same air as the person who has made it difficult to be around.

He takes a deep breath as he places his hand on your cheek. His gaze softens as his thumb grazes over your cheek. “I shouldn’t be feeling this way towards you. But I can’t help it. You are just so perfect.” That honeyed, deep voice comes back, and geez, how addicting it is listening to it.

You placed your hand on top of his as you leaned into his cold touch. Closing your eyes, you realize something that made you pull his hand away from your face.

“We shouldn’t be doing, Tom,” you whispered as you looked up at him, biting your lip. You take a couple of steps back as you place your hand on the doorknob. You wanted him to stop you from leaving, so why was he standing there staring at you as if he was starved from a touch that he has been craving.

He reaches out for you but stops as he flexes his hand on the side of his leg. “Whether you like it or not, falena, you belong to me.”

“I belong to no one. Goodnight, Tom.” You turn around as you open the door, leaving his office before he can respond.

Walking back to your dorm, you could still feel his hand on your face, as if it were tattooed on your skin.

What did I get myself into? A sigh escapes your lips as you lay down on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

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[vilentia]

Echoes of Loneliness

Tom Riddle x reader

The castle was quiet, the only sounds coming from the occasional footsteps of students returning to their dormitories. You were sitting on a bench in the courtyard, staring off into the distance, lost in thought. You had been feeling so alone lately, even though you were surrounded by people every day.

That's when you saw him walking towards you. Tom Riddle, the boy who had captured your heart since the first day you met him. You had tried to stay away from him, knowing that he had a darkness inside him that frightened you, but you couldn't help the way you felt.

"Y/N," he said as he approached you. "What are you doing out here all alone?"

"Just thinking," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

He sat down beside you on the bench and looked out at the castle walls. For a few moments, you both sat in silence.

"I know how you feel," Tom said finally. "Like you don't belong, like nobody understands you."

You looked over at him in surprise. You had never expected him to understand how you felt.

"I've always felt that way," he continued. "But I've found that there are ways to make the pain go away. To feel like you're in control."

You knew what he meant. You had seen the way he could manipulate people, the way he could make them do whatever he wanted.

"But at what cost?" you asked softly. "Is it worth it, Tom?"

He turned to look at you, his eyes piercing into your soul.

"Yes," he said firmly. "It's worth it to feel powerful, to feel like you're not alone in this world. Don't you want that too?"

You didn't know what to say. Part of you wanted to give in to his words, to let him show you how to feel powerful. But another part of you was afraid, afraid of what he might do, afraid of what might happen if you went down that path.

"Tom," you said, your voice trembling. "I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I'm strong enough."

He took your hand in his, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You're stronger than you think," he whispered. "And I'll be here to help you, every step of the way."

You looked up at him, his eyes full of intensity and passion. You knew that you wanted him, that you needed him, but you also knew that it was dangerous.

But in that moment, as you sat there in the quiet of the castle, you felt like maybe it was worth the risk. Maybe you could be with him, be his partner in crime, be his equal.

And so you took his hand, knowing that you were embarking on a journey that would change your life forever.

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[katcoquette]

Periods Suck

Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: tom riddle reacting to bad period cramps.

Requested: Yes! by @slytherinqueenxxxx

Word Count: 530

TW: fluff

A/N: This one made me happy I genuinely am such a sucker for sarcasm.

You hear your roommate faintly talking outside the door, followed by a deeper voice and the door to the room creaking open.

“Oh God not again…” You hear your boyfriend dramatically exclaim. You imagine he’s rolling his eyes, but you can’t see because you’re curled up under the covers of your bed, clutching your stomach. You don’t say anything until you feel the bed dip where Tom comes to sit down.

“It happens every month, Tom. I don’t know why you always act surprised.” You groan.

“What was that?” He folds the cover down. “I can’t hear anything you’re saying from under there.” You glare at him.

“I said-“

“Just kidding.” He smirks, evoking another groan from you. “Oh, come on! I thought that would for sure get a smile from you.” He pouts.

“You don’t understand, it’s really bad this month-“ You aren’t able to finish your thought before you’re rushing out of bed to the bathroom and hugging the toilet bowl.

“Oh shit!” He’s immediately next to you, brushing the hair out of your face and holding it up until your stomach is empty. You slump against him, on the verge of tears.

“Hey hey hey… it’s okay.” He reaches up and grabs a towel, careful not to move you too much, and hands it to you to wipe your face. He rubs gentle circles on your back. "Periods suck..." He whispers, shaking his head.

You punch him, weakly, in the arm. “You’re not funny.”

“Hey! I was just messing around.” He laughs, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder. You scoff but snuggle into him anyway.

“How about I make it up to you by getting you something for the pain from the infirmary?”

You nod weakly.

He helps you up and brings you back to your bed, tucking you in. “Don’t be gone too long?” You pout.

He can’t help but smile at this. “Of course not darling.” He kisses your forehead and gets up. “Don’t fall asleep before I’m back!” He calls over his shoulder. It was your turn to roll your eyes. “I would never!”

You wake up to Tom opening the door to your room. “Y/N?” You meet his gaze and give him an innocent smile, sitting up as he makes his way to you.

“You fell asleep, didn’t you?” You scoff at the accusation, but you can’t keep a serious face and you smile, pulling the blanket over your face sheepishly.

“At least you had the decency to wake up at the sound of my voice.” He smirks, handing you the medicine and a glass of water. Once you take it, he kicks off his shoes and climbs into your bed, pulling you into his arms. You settle into his side, and he kisses the top of your head.

“You have my permission to fall asleep again.” He fakes a yawn.

“Oh do I?” You look up from his chest, “How gracious of you.” You giggle but feel your eyes drooping a few minutes later anyway.

You hear him whisper as you’re drifting off, “I love you, Y/N”, and fall asleep with a smile on your face, safe in his arms.

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[ferparkerr]

Tom's letter

One shot with A.I (artificial intelligence) my native language is not english, please use a translator for this

Dear __,

I hope this letter finds you well. I have wanted to write to you for a long time, but I was not sure how to approach this topic. However, after thinking about it a lot, I have decided that it is best to say things as they are.

Ever since I first saw you, I knew there was something special about you. Your kind attitude and courage in difficult situations have impressed me greatly. I have realized that you are a very different person from those I have known so far, and that has led me to think of you more than I would like to admit.

That is why I am writing you this letter, to confess my feelings. I really like being around you and spending time with you. I like your smile and your way of seeing life. I like that you are different and that you don't get carried away by the opinion of others. And even though I know we're not from the same house, I think that shouldn't matter if we really care about each other.

I know this may seem sudden and may come as a surprise to you, but I didn't want to keep hiding my feelings. I hope you can understand what I'm trying to tell you and that you will consider the possibility of having something more with me.

Sincerely,

Tom Riddle.

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[hearts4court]

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[cardansriddle]

Sugar - (tom riddle x fem!muggle!reader)

Summary: Perhaps it was an accident. Or perhaps the fates were mocking him. He had not meant to venture into the little coffee shop and he had most definitely not meant to return. But he kept coming back and the waitress kept putting sugar packets near his coffee every damn time.

Warnings: Tom gets possessive halfway through so it's pretty tame for him. not proofread. oh also self-indulgent crime & punishment debate (got a lil carried away).

A/N: 5.5k words but it's kinda mehh. to the person who requested this, i hope you enjoy it at least a little &lt;3

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Tom felt as if he was a solitary figure in a world hushed by the winter's harsh embrace. With each step he took away from the desolate building of grey against the pristine canvas of winter, he felt lighter. He did not cast a look back towards the orphanage looming behind him, instead focused on the sound of the snow crunching beneath his feet as they led him further into the dark street cloaked in a thick layer of snow.

The wizard knew if he spent another moment in that cursed place he would have lashed out and killed someone, so he had hastily thrown his coat and emerald scarf around himself before slamming the door shut behind him. 

Two more years. He thought to himself. Then he would be out and would never be obligated to return again. Perhaps he would even burn the place to the ground if his plans worked out in his favour. 

The air was crisp, and his breath materialized in front of him with each exhale. His eyes quickly scanned the narrow empty alley for a suitable quiet place where he could pass his time. There was nothing interesting, except for the tiny bookstore nestled in the corner of the street that emitted a warm, golden light through its window. Tom quickly decided it would do, and he strode towards the place with purpose. A small bell chimed as he entered the place, which he quickly realised was a bookstore with a cosy coffee shop tucked inside. 

He inhaled the pleasant aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the scent of weathered books. Before he could lose himself entirely in the intoxicating symphony of scents, a sudden, loud thud echoed from behind the counter, jolting him from his reverie.

"Blimey!" someone cursed, their voice slicing through the tranquillity. Tom found himself rooted to the spot, curiosity piqued, as a figure suddenly emerged from underneath the counter.

It was a girl. Unabashedly, his eyes traced the lines of her features, noting the delicate curve of her jaw and the cascade of hair that framed her face. He assumed she was around his age if not younger and he stared at the girl as she rubbed her head, wincing when she hit a particularly soft spot before she realised that she was not alone in the shop. She froze like a deer caught in the headlights and he watched as her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. 

Tom, still an observer, saw more than just the blush; he discerned the subtleties of her response, the way her eyes momentarily widened before seeking refuge elsewhere, fingers fidgeting with the edges of her knitted cardigan.

She attempted to compose herself and met his eyes. "Oh! Sorry, sir. How may I assist you?" She asked cheerfully, resisting the urge to duck her head down to avoid his intense stare.

He crossed the small distance to the counter. "I'd like a coffee. Black."

"No sugar?" she inquired, to which Tom raised a single brow. Her blush deepened as she quickly averted her eyes from his face.

"Right, of course. You may take a seat while I prepare this for you." With a nod, she hurried to fulfil his request, leaving Tom alone with the lingering scent of coffee and old books that were now intertwined with a pleasant smell of vanilla and sweet— 

It was her perfume, he realised with a start.

He hastily removed his coat and scarf before plopping down on the nearest armchair. His gaze remained fixed on the girl, absorbed in the rhythm of her practised motions as she prepared his drink, her movements seemingly both effortless and comforting. There was an almost lazy grace to her actions and he continued to watch as she sang under her breath so softly if he had not been staring so intensely, he would not have picked up on it. 

He wondered how he had never noticed this place before. He had been passing through this little street for as long as he could remember but for some reason, he had only stumbled upon it today. His sharp eyes darted around, instinctively searching for traces of magic, half-expecting the discovery of a hidden passage to the wizarding world but he quickly realised the place was undeniably, disappointingly muggle. 

Muggle.

He tore his gaze away from the girl at the mental reminder of what she was. He fished out a book from his bag and opened it to occupy his mind. 

The subtle shuffle of her approaching steps drew his attention back to the present, and he met her gaze as she placed the steaming cup of coffee before him. A sugar packet sat innocently beside it. His eyes lingered on the packet for a moment before lifting coldly to meet hers.

She, however, was undeterred by the intensity of his glare. “In case you change your mind.” She smiled at him softly before turning on her heel and walking back.

His gaze lingered on her retreating figure, and then, almost involuntarily, it dropped to the innocuous sugar packet.

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Tom did not know why he had returned. Truthfully, he had not even noticed his feet had led him here until he was in front of the familiar wooden door that led into the coffee shop. Perhaps he had thought more than he should’ve about the disgustingly soft smile of that girl for the last five months. She was an insolent muggle, yet here he was, walking into the place as if he had never left. 

The seasons had blurred since he had last been here. Winter had long surrendered to the warmth of summer. He had to spend at least a month in the orphanage, and he was hoping Malfoy would invite him over for the rest of the summer. 

The place was just as he remembered it. The only difference was the lack of Christmas decorations. He faltered only slightly when he took notice of the girl behind the counter, already staring at him. She had not changed much. Her face was the same, less pale perhaps, but the same, nonetheless. The oversized knitted sweater that once enveloped her had been replaced by a little white sundress, and his gaze involuntarily lingered on the exposed smooth skin.

“Welcome back!” She greeted him cheerfully, and he was not surprised she remembered him. “What can I get you?”

“Black coffee,” he replied curtly

She nodded as if she was expecting it. "Coming right up." Gently shutting her book, she gracefully moved towards the coffee machine. Tom's eyes couldn't help but trail to the volume she had been reading, and to his pleasant surprise, it was Dostoyevsky. He had not pegged her as someone who would enjoy Russian literature, with its weighty and morally morbid themes. In his mind, she seemed more likely to be a Jane Austen enthusiast, with her intricately written romances and flowery prose.

“It’s 'Crime and Punishment'." He suddenly heard her soft voice declare, and he looked away from the book to give his attention to the girl. Then feeling as if she had said something silly, she blushed and looked away quickly. "Though I'm sure you figured that. I just wondered why you look so surprised." 

He replied before he could tell himself not to. "I did not imagine you as someone who would enjoy this." 

Emboldened at his words, she turned to face him, a hand casually resting on her hip as she sported a cheeky smile. "Am I to presume you imagine me often?"

His sharp inhale was audible as he absorbed the unexpected shift in her demeanour. He had not expected this shy, timid girl to tease him so boldly. She was a little vixen.

But he did not give her the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of him. A lazy raise of his brow was the extent of his acknowledgement before his gaze wandered towards the rows of bookshelves, feigning indifference. "Do you have another copy? Perhaps I shall like to reread this evening."

She frowned, walking over towards the table he had occupied last time to set his coffee down. He grimly took notice of the sugar packet placed near it. "I'm afraid not. But you can have mine." 

"No, that is quite alri—" He began to decline but she had already crossed the small distance between them and was holding out the thick book. He hesitated for a moment before his fingers closed around the object, careful to avoid touching hers. 

The girl smiled and walked away before he could even say thanks. Not like he was going to. 

Settling back into the soft armchair, he opened the book only to freeze at the sight of a name scribbled on the front page and he knew it belonged to her. The wizard rolled the name around in his mind and determined that it suited her. He stared at her name for a minute longer before turning the page and delving into the content of the book. 

He had been so immersed in the story that he had not noticed how the time had passed. The gradual hush of the coffee shop's ambient sounds finally penetrated his concentration, and he distinctly heard the girl approaching him. 

"I'm sorry to disturb you but we're closing in five minutes." She looked at the book in his hands. "You may return it once you're done." 

He hummed and looked down at where he had stopped. 

"We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken."

He wondered if the universe was trying to tell him something. 

Tom found himself caught in the silent narrative of this stranger's presence.

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He returned the next day.

She looked up to see him enter, the sleeves of his button-up shirt rolled up. 

Tom placed the book on the counter. 

"You finished it in one day?"

He shrugged. "I'm a fast reader." 

She gave him a small smile, turning to make his black coffee before he could ask for it. "Every time I reread it it takes me a few days." She paused for a moment, turning to look at him over her shoulder. "The usual?"

He nodded. "The usual." He debated whether or not to voice his next question, and decided one conversation with the girl would not hurt.

"Why do you read it so often?"

"Each time I find new details that make Raskolnikov's character more complex. Each time I discover these small little things I missed the last time I read it becomes so much better. Plus I enjoy his moral dilemma."

He hummed, his curiosity piqued. He took his usual seat and watched as she brought his coffee and set it down in front of him. "Enlighten me." He gestured towards the seat in front of him. She hesitated only for a second before taking a seat. 

"Raskolnikov is obviously a complex character. His actions are driven by a desire for power and superiority, a belief that he is exempt from conventional morality. However, one could argue that his internal struggles and eventual remorse suggest a more nuanced exploration of morality." 

Tom furrowed his brows. "I see him as a product of his environment, a desperate man driven to extremes by the harsh circumstances he faced. His morality shifts to the other side of the spectrum." 

She cocked her head to the side, and he could see her getting slightly frustrated. "But morality is not just a spectrum; it's a complex interplay of values, societal norms, and personal convictions. Raskolnikov's guilt stems from the clash between his actions and the intrinsic moral compass within him. It's the consequence of recognizing the weight of one's choices."

He scoffed before he could stop himself. "Morality is subjective. What is right for one may not be right for another. Raskolnikov was weak and he was an idiot. Guilt is a useless emotion and it is for the weak."

Her expression remained unwavering. "But perhaps it's that recognition of guilt that separates the morally discerning from those who lack empathy. The fact that you can't comprehend his guilt doesn't make it foolish. It makes it human."

Tom's eyes narrowed a glint of impatience in his gaze. "Human or not, guilt is a hindrance. It's a sentiment for those too feeble to rise above their actions. If I were to make a difficult choice, I would do it without hesitation, without remorse." 

He only realised the slip of his tongue after the words left his mouth. He stilled, gauging her reaction yet her response was measured but firm. "Raskolnikov's guilt is a testament to his humanity, his ability to grapple with the consequences of his choices. It's what sets him apart from those who operate without remorse." 

"But—"

"So what you're saying is you would kill and feel no remorse?" She cut him off.

Yes.

"You do not understand." He did not intend his tone to be so harsh, yet the words left his mouth coldly. She visibly withdrew and nodded stiffly. "Right. Enjoy your coffee."

He opened his mouth to say something but realised for the first time in his life he did not know what to say. 

He was left staring at the cursed sugar packet she had left near his coffee again.

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He did not return the next day. Nor the day after. Or after.

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Two weeks passed with no sign of him.

And then she saw him step into the coffee shop. He walked in with determination. He walked up to the counter, meeting her gaze with an intensity that mirrored the unspoken tension between them. "I'd like a black coffee," he said, his tone even, though a hint of something lingered beneath the surface. 

She nodded, her expression composed but guarded. As she prepared the coffee, the air seemed charged with unspoken words. Her usual cheerful smile was notably absent. The absence struck him, and he realised he had enjoyed her smiles.

When she placed the coffee in front of him, there was a palpable pause. He glanced at the sugar packet, a subtle acknowledgement of the lingering disagreement. Without a word, he took it, his eyes meeting hers briefly before he poured the sugar into his coffee. 

She looked at him, her gaze unwavering, before a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of her lips. 

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He returned the next day. And the day after that. And for the rest of summer.

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The next time he stepped into the familiar place, winter had covered the city with a snowy blanket once again. It had been a year since he first discovered this little place. And he had not seen his little waiter since he left for Hogwarts in September. 

When he walked in, her eyes lit up visibly. "Hi!" She waved at him with a bright grin. 

"Hello." He greeted as he unwrapped his scarf and settled in his usual seat. In a matter of minutes, she was bringing him his usual order. She was back to wearing her warm knitted sweaters. "How did you enjoy the book?"

"Oscar Wilde never disappoints," he said. She hummed in agreement, pleased at his words. He watched as her hands dropped to fidget with the bottom of her sweater. "You wish to ask me something." He stated. "Ask."

"Do you study in a boarding school?"

Tom hesitated only for a moment before replying. "Yes."

"Oh. Well, that explains the months of not showing up."

"Were you expecting me?" He teased her with an amused smirk, taking delight in the way her cheeks reddened. 

"I was just wondering that is all," she admitted, a hint of curiosity peeking through. Tom observed her, noting the return of the timid, shy girl from their first encounter. It amused him how a few teasing remarks could momentarily whisk away her fiery boldness. He couldn't help but wonder what it would take to awaken it once again.

"And do you wonder about me often, little vixen?" he added, a playful glint in his eyes.

She blushed harder at the nickname but then as if a thought had struck her, she straightened and Tom watched as she visibly mustered up her courage. "I actually was wondering your name."

He bristled, but she must have not noticed because she continued. "I suppose I have not given you mine either." She mused out loud and announced her name to him. "But I thought it bizarre that considering all the time we've talked we never got around to that. Friends who do not each other's names." The girl laughed at the last notion and only then she realised that Tom had remained unnervingly quiet throughout the exchange. She raised her eyes from the frayed edges of her sweater, and the sight almost made her take a step back. His eyes had darkened, and she could have sworn she saw them flash red. There was no warmth, no familiarity in his gaze. 

"Are you alright?"

Suddenly, he rose from his seat, an ominous tension permeating the air as he advanced towards her with every word. "We are not friends. You dare to think I would be friends with the likes of you?" His words were sharper than the keenest of blades, cutting into her with merciless precision. "Foolish, little girl," He spat out before grabbing his things and storming out of the place. As the door closed behind him, the little coffee shop seemed to exhale, the echoes of his harsh words lingering in the hushed aftermath.

She stood frozen in her place, helpless against the storm of emotions and the tears that began to veil her vision. 

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Tom fumed for months after their last encounter. How dare the ignorant muggle insinuate that they were friends? He scarcely considered his Knights of Walpurgis as his friends, and she thought she would just appoint herself the title? Who did she think she was?

"Mate, you alright? You've been unresponsive for a while." Malfoy nudged him slightly, attempting to draw his attention back to the present.

Tom made a noise of acknowledgement before mentally shaking the image of his little waiter— no, not his, he berated himself— from his mind. 

But no matter how he tried, he could not. He could not just banish her from his thoughts. He knew a part of him, a rather embarrassingly large part of him enjoyed her company, her passion, her conversations— just her. 

And there, tucked away in the recesses of his trunk, lay her damned book— a taunting reminder of her. The temptation to burn it, to obliterate any remnants of her from his life, danced on the edge of his thoughts. He had shoved away, out of sight if only just to save himself the fury, the anger, (the longing).

He wondered if she was going through the same turmoil as him. He hoped she was. She had no right to make him feel this way and get away with it unscathed. 

But she was too enticing to give up. He did not know what it was about her. She was a muggle, an ordinary, plain girl working at a forgotten little cafe. Sure, she liked books, but so did a lot of other people. Yes, she was pretty, but so were a lot of other girls. But none could even come close to stirring his emotions as she did.

Perhaps it was the ease with which she conversed with him. Or the entirely too cheery smiles. Or her endearing knitted sweaters— though he secretly favoured the sundresses.

He, of course, knew what it was. He had tried to deny the idea to himself, but there was no escaping it. Tom had never been able to be unequivocally authentic with another individual before. From his early childhood, he refused to allow anyone close to him. He never lowered his walls and rejected anything that would yield a genuine connection. It was refreshing with her. He had no cause to uphold a curated facade.

Had she not been a muggle, he would entertain the thought of her bewitching him. He would have been convinced the girl put some spell on him or slipped a potion into his drink. 

It was maddening. 

She was maddening.

He sighed upon realising that he had spiralled again thinking of her. He needed to return the book, and maybe that would ease his mind. Perhaps once he was rid of her possession, she would not haunt him anymore. (Though he knew he was only trying to reassure himself with the last thought.)

As summer loomed around the corner, it felt both too distant and too imminent, mirroring the paradox of his tangled emotions.

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The sound of her laugh rang out before he could even close the door behind him. His head snapped up so fast it was a wonder he did not get whiplash. But there she was, his little waiter, chuckling delightfully as some boy spoke lowly from behind the counter. Chuckles escaped her lips, and she bit down on her lip in a futile attempt to stifle the laughter, her hands deftly at work preparing a drink. Despite her efforts, laughter bubbled forth once more, forcing her to set the cup down to avoid any potential spills.

An immediate surge of anger coursed through him. Who was this boy? What business did have with her? What right did he have to elicit such genuine laughter from her? (Most importantly, how dare she replace him?)

Tom swallowed the lump in his throat, attempting to gather himself into some semblance of a composed, unaffected man that he most definitely was not at that moment. With a loud, purposeful cough, he sought to catch her attention.

She spun around, the practised smile reserved for customers settling onto her face as she readied herself to serve him. However, the smile swiftly vanished the moment her doe-like eyes locked onto him. She looked like a deer caught in headlights as she stared at him, wide eyes roving over his face as if to confirm that he was really standing there, in front of her, and was not a figment of her imagination. 

Because despite their last encounter, despite the anger, and the hurt she had felt, she kept hoping he would return. She kept imagining him standing there, with his ridiculously fancy scarf as he spewed out an apology. She had delved so deep into her fantasies involving him that now that he was actually there, she did not what to do or to say. Her tongue was tied, and her brain was fogged. What was she supposed to say?

It seemed he decided to grant her mercy and be the first to break the tense silence.

“Hello.” 

“Hi.”

He shuffled closer, though his steps were unsure, unlike his usual confident strides that she was used to seeing. “I wished to return your book.” He declared yet made no move to reach into his bag for the said book. He allowed his eyes to drink in the sight of her, her eyes that always seemed to glisten, her hands that were always fidgeting, her little sundress that he was afraid would drive him to insanity, (and her lips that he wished he could press against his own just so he could find out what they felt like, tasted like.) He shoved the last one into a drawer in his mind and locked it away. He could not fantasise about her. She was a muggle. He could not stoop so low as to hold affections for a muggle girl.

“Did you enjoy it?” The girl asked tentatively as if afraid one wrong word would set him off, have him spitting more harsh words that would dig deep into her skin and remain there. 

“As always.” He replied. Because every book she gave him held another meaning. She was a clever girl, choosing the ones that she knew would have him coming back with a strong debate prepared in his mind. They always seemed to stand on opposite sides of every argument that the books posed, ensuring that their discussion would get heated, exciting, and thrilling. 

While Tom vehemently disagreed with her views, he found pleasure in the way her mind worked. He admired her quick-wittedness, her ability to counter every argument he posed. No one else had engaged him in such stimulating conversations. She was a breath of fresh air, a captivating force he wanted to inhale and never release. He yearned to suffocate in the essence of her being, to be consumed and to consume in return. He wanted to own her— that irrational desire to keep her for himself was always there in the deeper parts of his mind that he was scared to venture into.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She responded but he could detect the subtle undercurrent of uncertainty in her voice.

He hesitated. “May I have one black coffee?” He was extending an olive branch, and while it was not an outright apology, coming from Tom, it was a whole declaration. 

“It’s five minutes until closing time.” 

She would not be swayed so easily then. 

Fine. Tom thought. He would make her come to her senses. 

The boy who he had forgotten was still there suddenly came to stand next to him. Tom eyed him with disdain, his features curling into an unimpressed sneer, raising a lazy brow.

“I’ll help her close up, mate. You can leave now.” 

“Daniel, that is not necessary.” She muttered, glancing between the two men nervously. Daniel? Tom clenched his jaw, enraged. In his absence, it seemed she had gotten on first-name basis with a boy. His mouth soured with the taste of betrayal at her blatant ignorance. How could she discard him so easily? Had she not suffered all these months at the mere thought of him? Had he been alone in his suffering?

“No,” Tom stated flatly. “You will leave.” He told the boy then turned to face his waiter. “We will talk.” 

“Tom, I do not think—”

He cut her off with a hiss. “It was not a request.”

Daniel seemed wholly displeased. He opened his mouth to argue, but his girl beat him to it. “It’s okay, Daniel. I will see you some other time.”

“Whatever he has to tell you, surely he can say in front of me.”

She shook her head gently, trying to dissuade him. “It’s a matter between him and I. I would rather talk privately.” 

Tom looked smug as he faced Daniel again, struggling to contain his smirk. He could see the indignation clear on the boy’s face as his eyes flickered dubiously between her and Tom. He knew the wizard was no ordinary acquaintance of her, he could feel the palpable tension in the air like a wolf. 

Tom, of course, wished to push his buttons further, just to have the last word. “You heard her. Leave.” 

Daniel scoffed. “I will see you tomorrow then.” He muttered and with one last long look, he squared his shoulders and left the café with as much dignity as his wounded pride could muster. 

As the door shut with a final thud, they were left in pregnant silence, both unsure of the dynamics at play between them. The air in the café hung heavy with unspoken tension as if the silence itself had taken on a weight, pressing down on them both. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed louder than usual, each second echoing in the quiet space.

She was the first to cave. "Well? You wished to talk." Gesturing towards him with a hand expectantly. "Talk." 

Tom inhaled sharply, and for the first time in his life, he did not quite know what to say. How to proceed. 

"Who is he?" The question tumbled from his lips before he could stop it. 

She raised a brow. "Seriously? After how you walked out of here last time I would think your choice of words would be different."

"Different? I hardly think the question was unfair."

She huffed impatiently, discarding her apron as she turned from him to put everything away for the night. "Of course. How foolish of me to assume that you have no business inquiring about my life when we are not even friends." She chuckled bitterly. "You made the notion quite appalling if memory serves me right. You wish to know who is Daniel? For all you know, he could be my fiancee. Would it matter? No. Because you and I are hardly acquaintances." 

An unfamiliar feeling began coiling in the pit of his stomach, and he suddenly felt sick. She briefly turned to fix him with a pointed glare and froze at the look on his face. The dancing flames of the candles seemed to mirror the flickering emotions in Tom's eyes—flames of irritation, discontent, and an unexpected pang of jealousy.

Tom could scarcely believe his fate. How was it that he— the most powerful wizard of his generation— had succumbed to the pathetic disease of— what was it? Desire? Lust? Infatuation? Such mundane urges were beneath him, he had no wish to pursue anyone or anything that was not remotely related to his quest for power. Yet there she was. In her infuriating fucking dress and those innocent eyes. Did she even know what sort of turmoil she had caused him?

All of a sudden he felt exhausted, defeated. His shoulders sunk visibly as he ran a hand through his hair. He would use a hundred of her sugar packets in his coffee if it meant she would just grace him with her bubbly smile again and just— just what? Leave him be? He did not want that. Treat him as if nothing had happened? Maybe. Release him from whatever enchantment she put him under? Yes.

"What do you want from me?" He asked at last, frustration clear in his voice.

She regarded him with disbelief as she rounded the counter to stand directly in front of him. "What do I want from you?" She repeated incredulously. "I want an apology! I want an explanation! I want—" she sighed, cutting herself off before she could finish the thought. "You cannot just show up here demanding things and ordering people around after how you treated me last time. If you wish to continue this conversation, you will apologise to me."

"You want me to say sorry?" He took a step towards her.

"Yes!"

"Fuck your apology." 

Before she could register what was happening, Tom closed the minute distance between them and caved into his desire. He grabbed her face, fingers threading through her hair, and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was not gentle; it was a collision of pent-up tension and bottled-up desires.

Tom's lips moved fervently against hers, pouring his frustration into the act. It was a silent declaration that transcended the boundaries of his complicated inner turmoil. Tom knew that. But he could not pull away from her— not after having tasted how her lips feel like. 

Her hands, which had hovered hesitantly in the space between them, found their way to his shoulders, fingers gripping the fabric of his coat, pulling him closer. 

She felt—tasted like God's favourite nectar, sweet and addictive and he knew he would never get enough of it. She might not have been a witch, but he was bewitched by her. 

As they broke apart, breathless, the air between them hung heavy with the residue of their shared kiss. He dared not to ease his hold on her, only stared at her with darkened eyes, taking delight in the way her lips were bruised, and puffy, all because of him. But it was not enough. He needed to mark her for all to see. 

He dove into the tender skin of her throat like a man starved, teeth sinking into her flesh with no warning, and a sick sort of satisfaction washed over him at the muffled moan that escaped her mouth. He sucked on the skin until he was sure there would be a purple mark blooming on the spot before running his tongue over the flesh to soothe the sting. He did not waste any second before moving to mark another spot.

"I do not even know your name." She managed to choke out in between her whimpers, hands moving of their own accord to tangle in his hair, and a particular tug had him growling deep in his throat. 

"Tom." He whispered, pulling away from her neck only to return his lips to hers. "Say it. Say my name." He murmured in between the kisses, pushing her back until her back was pressed against the counter. He easily picked her up to place her on the surface, his fingers trailing along her thighs to her knees to nudge them apart so he could stand in between them. 

"Tom." She breathed out in a daze, and he smirked in delight. 

She was his. He had already branded her, and he would do much more to ensure she knew it was him she belonged to. 

He leaned to brush his lips against the shell of her ear. "I hope you know there is no going back from this. From me." He whispered, fingers slipping under the strap of her dress and dragging it down her shoulder slowly. "You are my dirty little secret now. Mine."

She shuddered under the weight of his words but he was already snaking his hand around her throat as his lips found home on her own once again.

No going back.

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[phas3d]

Toxic Traits || Slytherin Boys

type :: angst

tw/cw :: manipulation, violence, almost dubcon (theo)

contains :: tom, mattheo, theodore, lorenzo

summary :: their worst toxic traits - i always see these but it's the same stuff everytime and i wanna add some new traits that are toxic imo (i need goddess by laufey to come out RIGHT NOW IM SOBBING ON THE TOILET)

TOM RIDDLE overly controlling

You knew that getting with Tom meant a lot of things about you would need to be changed in order to fit his life style, because God forbid he change himselfIt was foul tasting, you went into this knowing how bad Tom was yet still craved him like how little kids eat slime.

Quitting some clubs was fine, you didn't care for them that much anyways and hanging out with Tom in the library to sit in silence was SO much more fun.

Seeing your close friends was out of the picture completely because Tom didn't understand why you would need anyone besides him. Having friends was an indirect insult to him since it mean he wasn't fulfilling you enough.

Picking your own clothes was banned from day 1 once you got together, because how you were perceived also reflected onto him. He was head boy after all, he had a reputation to keep up. Not to mention he was the future heir to Voldemort's evil plan, meaning you needed to be perfect in every way.

Everything you said from now on would be chosen by Tom. Every morning Tom would cast a spell to be able to enter your brain so he could give you every answer to say. It didn't matter that it was potions class or flying class, he would tell you what to say.

If he had any reason to believe you were being mischevious or planning anything without his knowledge, he would use "legilimens" at any time of day when he wanted to, because he had a right to your own mind. He forced himself in your brain, viewing every traumatic event and happy event you've had. And if he didn't like those memories, he would change them.

At first you thought he would take your traumatic memories, making you happier and fuller of life. But, he took your happiest memories and mended them to fit his face into it. Memories of your mother brushing your hair and calling you beautiful were wiped away and replaced with Tom calling you beautiful, despite him never ever saying that.

Dating Tom leads to you becoming a shell, an empty hallow shell with no life besides the life Tom planned. And no matter how much you tried to fight back, rebel, or plead for mercy, it was too late. Once you agree to be his, he forever has ownership of you.

MATTHEO RIDDLE violent habits in front of you

Fighting was one of Mattheo's hobbies, no matter how much you begged him to stop. At first it was cute, he was saying it was so you could fix his wounds and so he could protect you from creeps. It was the first time you've ever felt protected by someone, safe to walk out at night and safe to wear whatever you wanted.

But overtime, his anger was seen in more places than you predicted. Gaming was a small one but you knew it was possible. He lost a game whilst playing with his friend and he angrily shoved him while laughing. You just though the was playing rough, but his friend got up whilst gently holding his new bruise that Mattheo just made. Mattheo said sorry and the two made up, simply "boys being boys".

In sports you would see this a lot too, but it was expected. He was the beater on the Quidditch team making him bound to be aggressive. But once Slytherin was down 50 points, he began to take matters into his own hands. He chucked a ball straight into the benched already injured Gryffindor team, earning him a red card and being benched himself.

Beating his own dorm room was unexpected since the dorms would heal any imperfections daily. But when you went to his dorm, you saw the huge holes in his wall that pierced through the drywall and almost into the brick walls behind it. He shrugged it off when you questioned him, saying he always does that to relieve stress when he runs out of weed or alcohol.

You ignored all of the red flags but then his ex girlfriend reached out to you over text. She wrote a long message sharing how Mattheo was toxic in every way possible. How he would gaslight and lie to her constantly, how he would cause scenes in public to embarrass her, and how he almost hit her. He got so angry to a point where he swung at her but she dodged it, running away from him and instantly telling the first professor she found.

After that, she broke up with him but he wasn't done with her. He spammed her with countless texts and calls, all of which were threats in some way about how if she ever spoke up he would find her. He even sent his friends to watch over her since the school separated the two. He even

THEODORE NOTT will cheat on multiple times (and guilt tripping)

He was one of the most wanted boys in Hogwarts, so when you started dating you felt honored. Out of all of the girls he could have chosen, he picked you and wanted you. Of course a few girls began to become bitter towards you but you didn't care, they were irrelevant anyways.

Everything was perfect in the beginning. He showed you off, went to every event you had, and even took you on multiple shopping sprees to buy whatever you wanted. Compliments from him would come every hour and each was sweeter than the last. It was just like the fairy tales you read and the ideal couples online.

But as time progressed, he wanted to do more too quickly. To him, sex was just a casual thing he could have whenever he wanted. But to you, it was much deeper and you wanted to have more time, which was completely reasonable since you've only been dating for about 3 weeks.

You expected him to be understanding like he usually was, to reassure you it was okay and he would wait. But instead, you met a shocked Theo as he shook his head to snap out of it. He asked you again, to double-check that you weren't joking and when you repeated yourself he was even more surprised. He scoffs, as if you just insulted him and he poked his cheek with his tongue.

From that day on, you noticed a shift in his attitude. His hourly compliments turned from hourly to 3 every day to 1 every day to none. His hugs and kisses were completely limited and only done when he was in public. Hanging out became rare, meaning you only saw each other during your shared classes.

You did everything you could to get him back, needing his love once more because you knew no other boy in this school was capable of treating you as well. But no matter what you did, he never was as sweet as he once was. It hurt, but you knew exactly why he was acting this way and you felt guilty despite knowing you shouldn't. So you decided to let into his wishes, allowing him to have sex with you.

You went to his dorm, ready to talk to him about it and give him consent (which you barely felt). But as you stepped into his already open dorm, you saw him banging some other girl on his bed. The same bed you two used to cuddle and laugh on, the same bed that he brushed your hair so delicately on, and the same exact bed where he first ever said "I love you".

But for some reason, as if he casted a spell on you, you couldn't bring yourself to feel angry at him but only disappointed in yourself for not fulfilling his wants. The girl in his bed scrambled away, throwing on random clothes and apologizing to you as she ran out whilst Theo sat there staring at you with a cold and emotional look.

His eyes were something you loved dearly about him because they were so filled with emotion, as if his soul was trapped into his eyes. You always hated when people said their eyes changed colors, but Theo's genuinely did.

And from his eyes, you could tell everything he wanted to say without even hearing his voice. You could hear the silence. The piercing silence in the room silently said, "It's your fault for not letting. I needed it and you couldn't fulfill what I needed, so I got a replacement."

You were hoping you would hear him say "It's not what it looks like!" or "I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me!" but he didn't say anything, no defense. If anything, the pure embracement of his cheating was 100 times more hurtful than denial.

But for some strange reason, a stupid and idiotic voice came into your head to forgive him. To give him what he wants to keep him. To give up your whole self to secure the temporary happiness he would offer.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE prioritizes everything but you (and love bombing)

Everyone views Lorenzo as the boy who shouldn't be in Slytherin, the only good one, the pure and cute-sy one. But as you got further into your relationship, you realized it was simply an act. It wasn't fully wrong, Lorenzo did have sweet parts in him and he was better than 70% of the Slytherin boys but he still had major flaws. There's no way a man can be friends with Mattheo, Tom, and Theodore and not be toxic as well.

At first, he was amazing to you. Flowers, chocolates, dates, movie nights, and so much more. It was like the dream rom-coms you watched growing up. But overtime, he stopped showing love to you and focussed his attention back into his life.

You tried your best to be understanding, but once again you sat alone in your own room crying as you scrolled through everyone's Instagram stories. Post after post featured Lorenzo surrounded by girls and guys, drinking, smiling, and dancing. But you weren't even invited or even told of it at all. But Lorenzo seemed to be having fun.

It was like this every day for months on end as you waited for the sweet Lorenzo you once loved. It was as if his plan was just to woo you in and then continue on with his perfect life. All he needed to do to make it even more perfect was secure a beautiful girlfriend and then he was set,

No matter how much you begged or cried for him to come back, he never did. Not even when you were on your knees begging for him to at least spend the night with you because you missed him. He rolled his eyes and comforted you, obviously wanting to leave the entire time. His words were so perfect yet his facial expression and body language lacked, making you question how easy it was for him to say the perfect words only to never mean it.

Even when you threw up from stress of school work and insecurities stacking up on you, he sighed and held your hair back. His touch was so warm, you've been lacking it for ages. But once you barfed again, he instantly groaned and let go of your hair, letting your hair fall into your face and vomit. He quickly ran to the sink to clean himself and then leave the rooom, disgusted by you. He left you there, alone on the cold bathroom floor to clean yourself up.

Even when you were sobbing and having a full blown panic attack, he wasn't there for you. Your knees were shaking and you could barely stand, feeling as if your entire body was no longer yours. Air was impossible to collect into your lungs as if they were never inside of you in the first place. Tears streamed so heavily down your face that they crawled down your neck and your collarbones. But he never wiped a single tears, instead handing you a box of tissues while he stared at you with no expression on his face. Although your brain was running 100 miles per hour, you could tell his face was a mix of disgust and pity, as if he was a doctor helping his crazy patient.

And whenever you did try to leave, wanting better for yourself- he never let you. Once you'd say you wanted to leave, he'd get teary eyed and beg on all fours for you to take him back, chanting how he was so blinded and stupid and stress and blah blah blah. Yet you fell for it every time, because you knew that once you took him back it would be the honeymoon phase once again.

One time you did fully break up with him, tired of the mistreatment and love bombing. But once you went to class you saw everyone's eyes on you, whispering to each other about how you were apparently a "crazy ex girlfriend" who made Lorenzo ball his eyes out. When you went to confront him, you saw him panicking and barely being able to breathe: just like how you were when you begged for him to love you.

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[atypicalamortentia]

Riddle's Diary Part Two || Tom Riddle

Synopsis - You find yourself unable to sleep, your mind wondering back to the kiss you shared with Tom a few days prior. You decide to open the diary yet again in order to speak to him, when you're sucked in once more.

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Part one can be found here.

Word Count - 1.8k.

[Caffeinate Me]

Come visit me again soon sweetheart. 

The words from the page ran through your head as you attempted to get to sleep that night. The key-word being ‘attempted’ since you were unable to as a result of all of your tossing and turning. Your mind was racing after your time with Tom and you were unable to think straight. All you could think about was his curly brown hair, seductive smile and piercing brown eyes. “You seriously can’t be falling for him Y/N,” you mumbled to yourself as you sat up in bed. Your eyes scanned the girls dorm for any movements, and, when you had concluded that everyone was asleep, you got up and retrieved the diary from under your pillow. You sleepily made your way down the stairs to the abandoned common room and flipped the diary open to the middle page. Within seconds, writing appeared. 

Back so soon?

You wanted to scoff and roll your eyes, but you couldn’t help the slight smile and blush that graced your face. 

Miss me?

The diary asked. 

I missed your company. 

You replied simply. You waited a few seconds for the response to appear in front of you. 

You keep telling yourself that. 

This time you did roll your eyes. Your fingers twirled the quill around themselves as you pondered on your answer, but before you could write anything else, more words appeared on the page. 

Are you okay?

Your eyes widened slightly at the question. The question lit a fire inside you for some reason and you stumbled to find an answer in your brain. You weren’t sure if you were okay, after all you had become all consumed with a diary that held memories of a former student at Hogwarts. Someone you would probably never even meet outside of the diary. The feelings that had been stirring within you over the past two days were… wrong to say the least and now you found yourself feeling an attraction towards the memory of Tom Riddle. 

Y/N… Are you okay?

I’m fine.

You replied quickly. You continued to twirl the quill against your fingers as you waited for an answer. 

You don’t seem fine. 

Came the response. You sighed. Was there any point in lying to a diary? 

I suppose I’m struggling right now.

You wrote back honestly. 

Why, my love?

Your breath hitched in your throat at the pet name but you quickly regained your composure and wrote down your response. 

All I’ve been able to think about for the past two days is this diary and speaking to you, Tom. I’ve not been able to focus on my school work and I know it’s going to get ten times worse since we…

Since we what, pet?

Since we kissed.

You placed the quill on the table and waited. 

Did you enjoy it that much?

You rolled your eyes.

We could do it again, you know. There’s nothing stopping us. 

You’re just a memory, Tom. You’re not real. This is dangerous. 

You couldn’t help but sigh with frustration. You knew he wasn’t going to take that for an answer. Before you knew it, you were sucked into the diary once again. 

You looked around the room, waiting for the man to expose himself. Surely, he was watching you from the shadows like last time. “Come out, Tom,” you said, your voice shaky. 

“Oh I’m right here my love,” a voice came from behind you. You turned around coming face-to-face with the man you hadn’t stopped thinking about for the past two days. 

“You scared me,” you whispered, placing a hand over your chest. 

“Sorry,” he grinned. Without warning, he cupped your cheeks in his hands and brought your face close to his, his eyes glimmering with emotion. “What’s wrong, pet?” He asked. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead you just stared at him, watching as his eyes flickered from yours to your lips. He leaned in close to your ear, his breath skimming your cheek sending a flutter through your stomach. “Don’t be afraid, I feel it too.” 

“You can’t feel anything,” you said, almost matter of factly. You didn’t know if he could feel or not, you had just assumed. 

Tom shook his head and chuckled. “On the contrary my dear, I feel quite a lot of emotions. And I feel strong emotions for you,” he whispered in your ear. You took a step back, feeling the conflict within your heart. None of this was real. A part of you still thought it was some kind of cruel prank from your friends. Your head was spinning with so many thoughts that you didn’t notice Tom pull away from your ear. His eyes gazed longingly into yours, as if trying to read what you were feeling through your glassy orbs. 

“This is so dangerous,” you whispered, more so to yourself than to him. 

“Why?” Came his response. He tilted his head in confusion, his hands still cupping your cheeks. You felt your face heat up. “Just give in to the feelings, Y/N. Let yourself feel them for me and I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything you’ve ever desired.”

Your eyes widen at his silent promises. Once again, you open your mouth to speak. “You’re just a memory,” you repeat, closing your eyes. 

His fingers caress your cheeks as he leans closer into your body. “What if I told you, I’m more than just a memory? And that I can make your wildest dreams come true?”

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. More than just a memory? “I’d say you were crazy,” you whisper. 

At that moment, Tom doesn’t hesitate. He presses his lips to yours firmly causing you to squeak upon the connection, however, you don’t pull away. Tom’s tongue traces your bottom lip, almost as if he was begging to be let into your mouth. Without thinking, you obliged, opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to wrap around yours with ease. He lets out a grunt as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. Retracting his tongue from your mouth, but without pulling away from your lips, Tom whispers. “I’m so much more than a memory. I, my love, am Lord Voldemort.” 

You pull away from him, your eyes wide as you back away. “No…” You whisper, a hint of desperation in your voice. “That’s not true… Tom… Tell me it’s not true.”

He stalks towards you, a slight smile on his face. “You know I can’t do that Y/N,” he whispers, arms wrapping around your waist again. His eyes flicker between yours, drinking in the sight of the fear they held. “Don’t be afraid of me Y/N. I would give you the world if you wanted it.”

You let out a shaky sigh, your hands trembling as you place them on his chest to push him away from you. “Send me back home,” you whisper. 

“Not yet,” Tom replied, shaking his head. He kissed you again, this time more passionately than before. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his lips on yours. You want to push him away, but you can’t. You’re completely entranced. As if some sort of spell had been placed on you. You let out a soft whimper into the kiss, sighing contently as Tom’s hands trace your hips. “Let me give you the world Y/N,” he whispers against your lips. 

Without thinking, you nod. You know this is so wrong. Kissing Tom, the Dark Lord, and yet you can’t help it. Your lips move against his desperately, your hands crumpling the shirt at his chest as you hold on to him for dear life. It’s like he’s sucking the life out of you. You whisper his name against his lips to get his attention, but this only spurs him on more. His hands grasp your hips harder. Your chest against his chest. You can feel your heart beating rapidly against your ribcage and you’re sure he can feel it too by the way he smirks into the kiss. 

When he pulls away, you’re short of breath. You feel as if the wind has been knocked out of you as you breathe rapidly. A string of saliva still connects your lips together but you’re quick to wipe it away. A chuckle emerges from Tom’s throat. “You look absolutely exquisite,” he mumbles, hands still on your hips. “Almost good enough to eat.” Tom looks you up and down before frowning at you. 

“What is it?” You ask nervously, shuffling your feet on the ground. 

“You need to go now,” he replies, squeezing your hips before stepping backwards and letting go of you. “But I don’t want you to leave. If I could have it my way, you’d stay here with me… Forever.” 

“I can’t,” you say softly. Tom looks upset by this and you want to hold out your hand to him comfortingly, but you decide against it. Without thinking about your next words, you speak up. “I’ll come back to you. I promise.” 

“I know you will,” he coos. “You need me… And I need you.” You hum, unconvinced by his words. He kisses you once more, lingering for a few seconds before he pulls away. “Come back to me. Promise me.”

You hesitate but answer, “I promise.” 

“Good girl,” Tom whispers. 

Before you know it, you’re being thrown back into your common room. You look around the room and sigh, the diary is still open before you. Tonight was a lot to take in, you almost can’t believe it. Tom Riddle is… Lord Voldemort? Your heartbeat quickens at the thought. You know you shouldn’t go back to him, but your heart clenched at the thought of never seeing him again, of never talking to him again. You let out a groan of frustration as you closed the diary, your heart was conflicted. You touched your lips gently, remembering how firm and yet soft and wet Tom’s were against your own. You made your way back up the bedrooms and climbed into bed, hoping that now you would be able to fall asleep easily after seeing Tom. However, you were dead wrong. You continued to toss and turn, your mind racing with countless thoughts that were both fleeting and stationary. You were falling for a murderer and you couldn’t stop yourself. You eventually fall into a dreamless sleep. 

When your alarm went off in the morning, you groaned. Sitting up, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and looked to see the diary open on your bedside table. You tilted your head to the side as you saw four words scrawled on the page: 

I’m coming for you. 

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[sunflower-sitara]

Tom Riddle x Reader [smut]

[arranged marriage au!]

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you can't believe you are married to Tom Riddle.

as a pure blood, you were expected and prepared by your mother to get married to another pureblooded man, preferably a Malfoy or a Black.

but no amount of your mother's preparation or your sheer confidence could make you face for this.

as your started removing your jewellery, one by one slowly, you started thinking of your new chapter in life.

you have no idea how to talk to him.

sure, you've seen each other at Hogwarts, and he has been tutoring you for potions since you were weak in that subject,

but you weren't considered as "best friends" for that matter.

heck, you two weren't considered as friends too.

you were just a mere acquaintance of his; nothing more, nothing less.

as you were busy dwelling in your own thoughts, you did not hear the door open. nor did you hear Tom coming inside and halting as he saw you in front of the dressing mirror.

it was only when he cleared his throat, while closing the bedroom door and locking it, you looked up at the mirror to find him looking at you, an indescribable face.

your brain immediately went into 'shut down' mode as you fumbled around with your jewels, thinking as to how to avoid the main topic swirling in both, Tom's and your minds,

the first night.

both of you realized it was inevitable.

Tom took the first initiative; he came closer to you, taking slow yet steady steps, almost like a predator, and stood behind you, keeping a decent distance between you and him.

but you were within his arm's reach.

before Tom's entrance, you had thought of changing your wedding dress into something comfortable, but now that thought felt far away as he was just behind you, a mere few steps gap in between.

so, you decided to just change in the bathroom.

to avoid any sexual tension, you had thought of turning towards him and just excuse yourself out of this suffocating aura. but then you realized, you needed help with the buttons of your dress.

your eyes widen, and he saw your reaction through the mirror.

a confused look settled over Tom's face, and it soon went away as it came when he heard your meek voice.

"um...can you help me unbutton my dress? they're at the back and i can't quite reach them..."

with a slight blush on both of your faces, Tom took two steps towards you, and you could feel his long fingers collecting your strands of hair as he brushed them aside.

he then started to unbutton your dress, using both hands as his concentration was solely on the pearly buttons.

you saw through the mirror, as his eyebrows were crunched as he struggled with some of your hair strands tangled with the button.

you let out a hiss as he tried to yank out the hair strands, and he looked up to see your reflection on the mirror, a crunched-up expression on your face while looking at him.

his mouth opened slightly as his mind ran with wild fantasies about you moaning underneath him, the same face you'd make while he pounded into you.

a tent slowly started to form as he couldn't take it anymore. he was tired of being a gentleman now.

so, he grabbed your arm and twirled you around to make you look at him directly; to see his desperation and love through his eyes, without using a damn mirror.

you were shorter than him, your head reaching up to his chest. so, when he suddenly pulled you towards him, you felt your face crash up against a brick wall.

oh, never mind. that was just your husband's chest.

you looked up at him with your alluring eyes, making his breath hitch.

"Tom..." you whispered, and it was the final straw for him as he dived in for a long kiss.

immediately, as if you had wanted it, you closed your eyes, kissing him back with equal force. you wrapped your hands around his neck, as he leaned down to get better, more access to the kiss.

he pulled you up to himself as he staggered backwards and sat on the recliner with you on top of him, still kissing. he pulled the switch of the recliner which allowed the sofa to give his legs a push upwards, as he leaned back.

you two broke the kiss, panting as he pulled you for a kiss again. this time he used one hand for removing your buttons, and you left out a moan when he skillfully removed the button which was tangled with your hair strands.

Riddle smirked. 'so she likes it when I pull her hair during sex, huh.'

as he went down, releasing the buttons quickly, you felt you dress becoming looser and looser and you pressed against him, leaving no space between you two.

Tom sensed your perked nipples as he broke the kiss and looked into your dazed eyes with a feral look.

his soft touches on your back gave your weird tingles on your core as you felt goosebumps arising under the area his fingertips caressed with your skin. you arched your back at the sudden intrusive feelings.

Tom then held you as he got up from the sofa and carried you to the bed within two long strides. He placed you down gently as he started to kiss your cheek, jaw and then your neck as he started biting the soft skin.

he moaned while peppering you with kisses and small love bites, making sure he covers your whole neck area was covered in reddish-purple marks.

he shimmied you out of the dress slowly as he basically got a strip show from you. he bit his lips as he saw how painfully hard your nipples looked.

he let out a shuddered breath as his eyes flickered to yours.

you looked like a frightened doe, looking at him with widen eyes and parted lips, almost as if asking him to ruin you.

he swooshed in as he latched his mouth to a nipple, softly sucking on it and then giving a sharp bite which earned him a short shriek out from you.

he started kissing your body, licking and biting the soft skin as his right hand went underneath to cup your vagina; you release a breathy moan in return.

he smirked, and let his index and middle fingers softly circle over your slit, and prodded the fingers inside you.

you tensed up, but he was quick to resolve your discomfort as he sucked onto your other nipple.

you felt pleasure rushing through your veins as you calmed down, and encouraged him to go faster with his fingers.

But Tom Riddle certainly did not want to listen to you.

as soon as you felt your first-ever orgasm rippling through, he immediately sensed it and pulled his fingers away, teasing you.

you gave out a cry as you craned your head up to see your husband's face in-front of your vagina, his eyes looking up at you as he smirked and let out a hot breath, sending vibrations throughout your body as you felt the hotness tickle your vulva.

you felt heat rise up as he got up and positioned himself towards you, making sure his hard penis makes slight contact with you aching pussy, and both of you let out a moan as the slight brush between the genitals.

"You know, I've always wanted to have you like this, you underneath me, our wedding rings shining as you scream my name." He declared.

And Tom Riddle always gets what he wants.

he pushed himself inside and you felt immense pain as you screamed, holding his forearms as you cried about being full.

Tom saw your expression and bent down to kiss your tears away. he also saw that the bedsheets were getting a little bloodied.

'Expected from a virgin', he thought.

he waited until you calmed down, and slowly started to move, making sure to see you every once in a while, for your expression.

your scrunched up face slowly melted into pure bliss, and you shyly asked him to speed up.

he just smirked and did as he was asked, since you did ask him nicely.

soon enough, as the both of you felt that feeling again, Tom fastened his pace to make sure both of you would cum on the same time. this was something he had envisioned while being with you.

he was blabbering; incoherent words spewing out of his mouth as he talked about how he wished to have you all to himself, while being at hogwarts.

you were confused at first, as he never did interact that good with you anyway; but then you felt the euphoria spreading inside you.

You had had your first-ever orgasm. And Tom had too.

He came inside with a chant of your name like a prayer.

after a few minutes, when the absurd feeling of being high finally diminished, Tom pulled out from you slowly, handling you like a porcelain doll, and stood up to go to the bathroom.

then he came with a damp towel, and started cleaning you, and helped you wear a nightgown he fished out from the closet. He wore his nightwear, changed the bedsheets, and laid you down on the freshly made bedsheets, lying beside you.

he spooned you as he turned off the lights, and whispering a small 'goodnight', he went into sleep.

You wanted to ask him by what he meant when he said about his wishes with yourself during hogwarts, but decided against it as you felt yourself tired and sleepy.

so, you just opted to ask him in the morning.

Besides, being with Tom like this felt surreal.

oh, you still can't believe you're married to Tom Riddle.

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[cloveswifey]

Jacket

Mattheo riddle x Fem!Reader

Fluff

Pansy had been persistently asking me all week to join her at the Slytherin party today, and I finally gave in and decided to go.

I'm not really one for parties, but what harm could one party do? Especially since it was a celebration of our victory in the quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

I started getting ready, with Pansy next to me, curling her brown locks.

"Should I go for the red dress or the green one?" I asked, holding up each dress for Pansy to see.

"Oh, definitely the green one," she replied.

I swiftly changed into the short green dress and applied some light makeup to my face. "Let's go," Pansy exclaimed with excitement as we descended the stairs into the Slytherin common room.

The party was already in full swing. Red solo cups overflowed with drinks, and the students swayed to music booming from a single Bluetooth speaker.

"So, what should we do first?" I asked, flashing a gentle smile.

"Drinks, obviously," Pansy replied matter-of-factly. We made our way over to the table adorned with various glasses, filled with alcoholic concoctions.

I approached the table and generously poured myself some Malibu into my cup. I quickly drank half of it before refilling it again.

"I think we should go dance," I enthusiastically proposed to my companion.

We both made our way towards the dance floor, and as soon as I joined the group, I could feel their contagious energy. I let myself go, dancing and enjoying the music, occasionally taking sips from my cup. I danced with strangers, letting loose and feeling the electrifying atmosphere.

After a few songs, I decided to step out of the group to refill my cup. That's when I noticed someone staring at me.

Mattheo Riddle.

I noticed the intensity of his gaze as I made my way to the table, refilled my drink, and continued dancing. It felt as if his eyes were exploring every contour of my body, studying the way I moved to the rhythm of the music.

He observed every accidental touch from others and his gaze pierced through anyone who boldly grabbed my waist to dance with me.

Curiosity sparked within me as I saw him approach the couch where our friends were previously seated before joining us on the dance floor.

I approached him, standing tall above him as he sat on the blanket. "Are you done eye-fucking me?" I snapped.

"Well, not exactly.” He chuckled, “I was rather enjoying myself," he responded with a smirk, taking a sip from his cup.

I sat down next to him, feeling the effects of the alcohol I had consumed. "You're disgusting, Mattheo."

"Don’t deny it sweetheart, you know you like it when I speak to you that way," he remarked.

I rolled my eyes and shivered as the air conditioning turned on. It's funny how, even at a party which would usually reak of sweat and sex; magic can be used to regulate the temperature and prevent things from getting too hot and sweaty.

"Are you shivering because you're nervous around me, or are you just cold?" Mattheo smirked.

"I'm cold, you dipshit," I sneered.

Suddenly, I felt warm fabric being draped over my shoulders. I glanced over my shoulder, glare still in place, to see Mattheo holding his green jacket, offering it to me.

"What's with the face? I'm just trying to keep you warm," he argued.

"Stop hitting on me," I snapped back.

"Why?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"You know why. I'm Enzo's little sister, which means I'm off-limits. Besides, I don't even like you," I chuckled.

"Whatever, just take the goddamn jacket before you catch a cold or something," he ordered.

I slipped my arms through the jacket, taking in the scent of expensive cologne and savoring the warmth. "Thanks," I mumbled.

"You look attractive in my clothes," he smirked, to which I responded by playfully smacking him on the arm.

"Ugh, I can't stand you," I mumbled, attempting to hide my smile.

"Oh, you don't actually hate me," he chuckled once again.

Despite knowing that he's off-limits and that I should despise him, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Maybe it was the influence of alcohol, but without thinking, I reached out and firmly grasped his face. Our lips collided.

The kiss shared between us is filled with sweetness and passion, as if we had both been longing for this moment for an eternity.

I can feel his hands finding their way to my waist, while I securely wrap mine behind his neck.

In an instant, I swing my leg over and settle into his lap, straddling him.

Eventually, we part our lips, both of us gasping for air, as our foreheads press together.

"I always knew you had feelings for me," he playfully teases.

I can't help but giggle, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Pansy, come on!" Enzo's voice suddenly interrupts, calling out for me.

"Shit," I quickly jumped off Rafe and nonchalantly positioned myself to the side of him. Pansy and Enzo were approaching us.

"Guys, we're ready to go," Pansy groaned.

"Yeah, okay," I stumbled over my words, still feeling a bit shaken from earlier.

Mattheo and I both stood up from the couch, eager to make our way back to the dorms.

As we walked, I grabbed Mattheo's arm, allowing Pansy and Enzo to move ahead of us. I began to take off his jacket when he stopped me.

"Keep it. It looks better on you," he whispered.

A smile crept onto my face as I playfully responded, "You're such a dork."

"Come to my dorm tonight, Dracos staying with Astoria," he suggested.

"All right," I replied, returning a peck on his lips before darting ahead to catch up with Enzo and Pansy. As I did, a thought crossed my mind: What exactly am I getting myself into?

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[lacesgirl]

You didn't burn those flowers, did you|t.nott part 2

part 1

summary: Sometimes it's better for us if our prayers are not listening by anyone.

parings: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

warnings: bad grammar, lack of self -respect

word counts: 2131

author's note: It's part 2 and I hope y'all going to enjoy this. Also I started working on something bigger than one shots so I hope that you're going to like this.

Love is like poison, once you will be loved by a person, you’re going to end up in pain. The only thing that love is doing it’s just crushing your soul and you will never be the same.

“You didn't burn those flowers, did you?” Mattheo asked.

This night was so peaceful with a bright sky and music blasting somewhere behind us. I couldn’t see Theo tonight. He was way too drunk and his eyes once blue now was just dark and full of hatred. 

“I couldn’t. I’m still hoping that he’s going to change. He’s going to talk to me.” I responded and passed him a pack of cigarettes. 

Mattheo sighed and took one cigarette from the pack. Then he lit my cigarette. I really appreciated the fact that he was worrying about me. I decided to give him a chance because deep down I know that he liked me. We both know that I still loved Theo. 

Ever since we barely see Nott. And when we were seeing him, he was drunk or high. I lose all hope that he’s going to talk not only to me but also the rest of our group.

“So now you and Mattheo are a thing.” Pansy theoretical asked.

“Yeah… but he knows that I still have feelings for Theo and I didn’t burn those fucking flowers. I don’t think that I will ever be ready to do this” I responded.

Pansy looked at me and started to look for her favorite black skirt. I was really hoping that she’s going to say something but she didn’t do it. When I was finishing my makeup, she came closer. She sat down and at this moment I started to regret my wish. She was doing that when she wanted to tell me about something which wasn’t really good news to me.

“If you want to drop Mattheo and run back to your ex, just keep it in mind that Cedric is single,” she said.

“Pansy what the fuck are you talking about?” I screamed at her.

“When I was looking for a Nott because I wanted to ask him about a book I borrowed to him I heard something” she responded.

“Girl, don't try my patience” I said.

“Cedric was talking about getting back to you because you two did a project together. He didn’t tell what you two were doing but he was getting at you cheating Theo with him.” Pansy stated.

“You're kidding right?” I asked.

“If you want to take this as a joke then yes.” she ironically responded. 

“Fuck me.” I commented.

“What do you want to do with this?” she asked.

“Well I want to show him that me and him hooking up was just a simple mistake.” I responded.

Pansy nodded her head and started talking about her idea of revenge. I was just simply in shock because me and Cedric agreed that our relationship has to end. When Pansy was ready we went to a party and I decided to play a game with Cedric.

I was sitting at the counter. Mattheo was touching my thigh. And I saw Cedric sitting on the couch with Aurelie. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Go and talk to Aurelie, I know that you like her now.” I told to Mattheo.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes, we both know that we like to flirt with each other but you can’t kiss me because you’re going to betray Theo and I can’t kiss you because I love him. Holding hands and cuddling it’s nothing. So go and talk to her.” I responded and playfully hit his head.

I couldn’t wait long for him and Aurelie disappearing outside. I jumped off the counter and went to Cedric. I sat at his lap. The best part was that he wasn’t surprised, it was almost like he wanted me to do it. 

“Tell me, this is what we did, when we were doing a project” I asked. 

I knew that his friends were looking at us and were interested in this situation. So I kissed him on the cheek. I knew what I was doing but I didn’t know that Theo was here and he was looking. But when he saw this he just left. I mean that’s what Lorenzo told me after.

“Or maybe we were doing this” I stated. 

His face turned red because I didn’t knew what he told his friends and his friends were smiling, some of them were laughing.

“That’s what I thought. Next time, when you decide to make out with me while doing a project, just tell me what we did because I still don’t know. And I think I’m supposed to know.” I said.

Then I headed to the yard. I needed to smoke. It didn’t last long when the yard was full of people who wanted to know what just happened. I was making myself a drink when Cedrics’ friends were telling everyone what happened. I was really glad that some of our friends had a house where we could drink on the weekends. Once the party was over, a new week has come.

Something changed after that party. Me and Mattheo were still flirting because Aurelie and any other girl didn’t last long as befits Mattheo. Lorenzo was still a loser when it comes to drinking and poor Blaise had to take care of him. Pansy and Draco would still make out with us in one room. It was all the same but the change was in Theo. He was still intoxicated when we were seeing him but we could see him frequently. I mean I was seeing him more often than the rest of us. But he still refused to talk to us.

One time Pansy and I were talking about a borrowed book and even though Nott didn’t talk to us, he gave it back. He didn’t come to us and gave it back but the next day a book was laying in front of our bedroom. He was attending Quidditch again. He was signing me to be his partner at every work even though he was doing this all by himself. This is how three weeks passed. When we were all sitting in the common room when Elijah came with a big smile on his face.

“My dear friends, I will be throwing a party on Friday, so feel free to come and get drunk” he screamed, “And my dear Y/N, Cedric is also invited so yall can make a clusterfuck again” he added. 

I sarcastically smiled in response. 

“Oh come on girl, after your whatever that was everyone was concentrating on you and made a pretty big mess in my yard.” Elijah said.

“Thanks for reminding me. I would kill myself without this quick reminder.” I responded. 

Elijah looked at me and smiled. 

“Do you think that Theo is going to be there?” Blaise asked.

“I guess so.” I responded.

Before the party I decided to go to Muggle world for a pack of cigarettes. It was way much better than ours. It took me too long so I arrived a bit late. I always wonder how Elijahs’ parents never realized what was happening in their house. When I was inside I realized that I might have arrived too late because Lorenzo was already drunk. It’s not like he needed much alcohol, I just knew that at first they don’t drink too much. They are always waiting for some kind of drama and then the party begins. I was looking for Theo but I couldn’t find him, so I just sat down with my friends.

“Do you have it?” Pansy asked so I showed her a pack of cigarettes.

“Here’s your drink” Mattheo said while passing me a coup.

The smell was so strong and I knew that today I’m not walking by myself but someone is going to carry me from this house. 

Many drinks after, Theo came. He was already drunk so TROUBLE was screaming loudly. All of us were waiting for him to do something but he went to make himself a drink. 

Then to our surprise he sat with us. 

He sat next to me. 

The silence was so loud even though the party was yobby. He didn’t even look at us. He was just sitting. I was chugging my drink and thanks to the drunk Lorenzo, the silence was over. He started saying stupid things and Pansy started to respond to him. After a while they all were again loud but I felt really uncomfortable. When I was about to stand and go to make another drink, he grabbed my cup to make me a drink. 

“You should just chill Y/N and be natural.” Draco stated.

“Easier said than done…” I said but I was interrupted by a glass bump.

Theo decided to bring alcohol to our table. I looked over and saw Cedric. He was looking at me and if Lorenzo was telling the truth and Theo saw what I did last time, I wasn’t surprised that he brought alcohol here. 

After a drink Pansy and Draco just disappeared, Lorenzo went to some bedroom to sleep. So on the couch was me, Theo, Blaise and Mattheo. I chugged four more drinks and I knew that I had to stop. I was way too drunk so I decided to go outside to smoke but I took a drink with me. I also couldn’t stand Theo, I was happy that he’s with us but the way he acted, more like he didn't act unbearable.

I went to the end of the yard and the wind was whipping me gently. It was still night. Music was softly blasting and there was no one outside so I could be alone for a minute. But to be honest I don’t know how long I was sitting there. I knew that drink and half of cigarettes were gone.

When I got inside the mess was insane. A lot of broken glasses and blood. Fucking blood. I could feel like my heart stopped for a second. I sober up in a second. I started to look around but I couldn’t find him. But I saw Cedric all in blood. And I knew what happened. I started to look for Mattheo or Blaise. I found Blaise by the exit when he was looking for Theo.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Y/N” Blaise said while hugging me, “you didn’t come back for a solid hour and we didn’t see you in the yard so Mattheo went to look for you.” he added.

“I was just sitting at the very last corner of it,” I said.

“Yes, that’s the problem. It’s dark and we always know where you smoke.” he responded to me.

“I know, I just needed to be alone for a second and I’m sorry for worrying you.” I said, “but what happened to Cedric?” I asked.

“You weren’t coming back and Cedric started to make up the stories of you two doing a project. So Theo went to him and started to fight. Then he grabbed alcohol and just left.” Blaise responded.

“How long ago did he leave?” I asked.

“10 minutes maybe.” Blaise responded.

“I’m going to look for him. I might know where he is.” I stated.

I knew that Blaise didn’t want me to go alone and drunk at night but it was the only way to find Theodore.

The night was still peaceful but my heart wasn’t. The only place he could go was the heathland. We were always going for some privacy there because only we knew where it was. As I was closer and closer I could hear him breaking a bottle. 

“Theodore, can we talk!” I screamed when I was close enough. 

He decided to ignore me and just walk by.

“Theo, can you just fucking stop!” I screamed again. 

He ignored me again so I decided to walk faster to him. When I was by his side, I grabbed his wrist. He pushed me but I did it again. This time he stopped walking but he didn’t look at me. 

“Teddy, let’s just talk.” I calmly said. 

He grabbed me by my cheeks and kissed me. It was a long and passionate kiss but something was off. 

“I don’t want to talk. I just want you to love me but you had to choose fucking Cedric. At first I didn’t believe the rumors but then I saw how you smiled at each other. Every time you two were together, you were laughing a lot and I knew that he makes you feel good. And then the fact that they knew was even worse. Because that day I lost not only a girl I love more than anything but also my friends. And then I saw you and Cedric at that party and I realized that I need to let you go even though I still love you.” Theo said.

He was still holding my face so I grabbed his arm so he couldn’t just go away.

“It’s not like that,” I said and then I explained everything to him. I knew that he wanted to listen to me because he let me talk.

“I’m sorry, I really mean this. I love you and I don’t want to lose you ever again.” he whispered to my ear while hugging me. 

“Let’s clean you up.’’ I said and gave him a peck on the lips.

I wanted to start over, he wanted to start over and it was all that mattered to me.

“You didn't burn those flowers, did you?” Theo asked but it sounded more like he wanted to convince himself.

“I prayed that these flowers would burn on their own, because I couldn’t do it.” I responded and hugged him even tighter.

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