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Now this was something you never expected to happen. Never.
Here you were-in the dark of night in a dark quiet hallway, pressed against the wall with Tom Riddle wrapped around you, his lips on yours; giving you some breathtaking kisses.
“Tom,” you breathed as he pulled away, huffing as his fingers slipped beneath your vest. He hummed, his other hand curling around your neck and his lips were on yours again, cutting off your words. “Tom,” you huffed as he pulled away, talking between each kiss he placed upon your lips. “we’ll-get-caught.”
Tom just hummed again, his lips drawing away and going down your jaw. “And? I’m head boy, who would care if we’re caught?” he whispered, taking your lips again as you went to scoff.
Really, you had no idea how you got here. Kissing the proclaimed prince of Slytherin, the golden boy of Hogwarts; Tom fucking Riddle. You tapped his shoulder, smirking as he panted with a glare-his lips red and pouty. “I care,” you whispered, slapping your hand on his mouth as he went back in to kiss you-very much pouting as you stopped him from getting what he wanted.
“I’m not a perfect, or one of you head-whatever’s, you might not get in trouble for being out so late-but I will.” Tom sighed, shaking his head, his breath pushing against your palm. He stared at you till you removed your hand and you gave him a look before you did. “I’ll make sure you won’t, besides-who else is out this late but us?”
You rolled your eyes; he was such a….prick wasn’t the right word but it was the one that came to mind. “Chancer,” you said instead, grumbling as you let him kiss you again, this one being long and passionate as he hummed-his hands drawing under your shirt now. “fuck your hands are cold,” you muttered, shivering as his fingertips grazed your skin.
Tom laughed quietly, opening his eyes slightly to look at you-smirking halfway at the sight of your scrunched face. “Help me warm them up then,” Tom whispered, capturing your lips again and pressing his body against yours-groaning as your hands found his hair and tugged-his head going back with it as you pulled hard enough to do so. He groaned your name and you smirked, kissing his adam’s apple and pushing him to the opposite wall; Tom surprisingly letting you.
For such a boy who loved being the leader-he never minded you taking command. As long as it was in private.
Tom gasped as your breath ghosted across his neck, your hands drawing down till they grazed his chest. He closed his eyes-anticipating your kiss before you were just, gone. He opened his eyes-pouting as you laughed, taking a few more steps backward. “I’m done for the night Tommy; I do need my beauty sleep.”
“It’s a Friday, and you don’t need it.” Tom grumbled but didn’t fight you further on the matter-taking your hand and leading you back through the halls. To think he had invited you out for the night just to make out with you-and here you thought you would have a quiet stroll through the castle for once.
Finally, you reached your common room-letting Tom have one last kiss before you said the password and stepped inside, hearing Tom sigh and then leave.
Really, you had no idea how he got himself so attached to you. You nearly thought he didn’t have the capability to feel anything a normal hormone-filled teenage boy did. He had always been insanely mature compared to the others his age, and never had any interest in girls, or anyone, unless they had something he wanted.
Around your 5th year, he noticed you and-if you had to describe the way he acted-he was obsessed from then on. Why? Simple-you were a Gryffindor with a basilisk patronus.
Everyone had been surprised to see you summon such a beast-its head bigger than that hut out by the forbidden forest. Tom’s eyes had practically sparkled, locking onto you and your basilisk, the beast lowering its head and almost bowing to you.
You had gotten an Outstanding for the display-being one of the few to cast the charm on your first try.
That day-he made it his mission to know all about you-your bloodline, your passions, your dreams, your best classes, everything. It was easy to notice how he went from ‘not knowing you existed’ to ‘completely obsessed.’
He had stared to stare; constantly, his eyes burning into you. You caught his stare one time, his eyes gazing at you over the shoulders of his little gang-his mouth covered by his hand as he tapped his fork on his plate with the other.
You just held his stare-and smirked when he glanced away first. “interesting” you muttered, watching him for a moment then going back to your dinner, feeling his eyes on you soon enough.
One day, a few months after the whole-thing- started, you and Tom were walking through the halls, not together-but…with each other, if that made any sense. And as soon as the hall was empty as your fellow students went to class-you were pushed into an empty class room-trapped against a desk with Tom’s arms on either side.
“What have you done?” he hissed, glaring at you, and you heard the old wood of the desk creak under his grip. “I’m not sure what you mean,” you muttered, easily pushing him back-he wasn’t the biggest boy, he was taller than he was built. He continued to glare, preventing you from leaving as he stepped in front of you.
“I cannot seem to get you out of my head-every waking morning I think of you, I cannot seem to look away from you, I can hardly focus when you’re around-so what did you do?! Slip me a love potion? Did you curse me?”
You just laughed; oh he was so silly. Tom just flushed-still glaring. You shook your head, smiling at him with a raised brow. “You’re not in tune with your emotions, are you?” Tom continued to glare, but his ears were red now. “You’ve got a crush on me, or at the very least-obsessed to the point it’s turned to some sort of-“ you waved your hand, unable to describe your thoughts. “I dunno, but-I didn’t slip a damn thing to you, nor did I curse you-I don’t care about you enough to do so.”
Tom’s jaw clenched and his face was now a nice shade of red, his hands balled into fists. “I don’t get crushes,” Tom grumbled, but you saw his throat bob as he swallowed-his eyes dashing to the left for a moment before they met your gaze again. You shrugged, letting a smirk grow on your face and you stepped close to Tom, your lips inches from his.
You heard his breath hitch and his eyes fluttered. You chuckled quietly, tapping his lips as you stepped around him. “Keep telling yourself that Tommy boy,” With that-you walked out of the classroom-thankful that it was your free period or you would be in some deep shit.
Tom stood there for nearly five minutes, his breath catching in his chest, his hand on his lips and his face red. “oh no,” he whispered, closing his eyes and hitting his forehead with his fist. “oh no,”
Oh yes.
He had the biggest crush on a Gryffindor. He was so doomed.
It took him another few months to look you in the eye again, and when he did-you were back in that empty classroom, trapped against a desk with his arms on either side. “Finally admitting it?” you laughed, moving to sit on the desk-Tom swallowing as he stepped closer, now between your knees. You grinned at the look on his face-he was admitting it, to himself and you.
“I may, have,” he muttered-his eyes to the floor. “the smallest crush on you, not that it changes anything.” He let out a small huff-finally getting those words out. You laughed again, the smallest crush? Yeah right. You said as such and Tom turned into a tomato-his pale complexion making it all too easy to see when the blood rushed to his face.
Oh, how fun it was to rile him up like this.
But you decided you wanted to see him squirm-to see him fully admit his feelings for you. So you leaned close-tilting your head a bit and smirking-giving him a half-lidded stare. “So, then this-“ you glanced at his lips-which were dropped open slightly, his breath catching again. “-doesn’t bother you in the slightest? Hmm? If it's such a small crush, then-you won’t mind me, doing this?” your hands traveled up his arms, landing on his neck and your thumbs were against his cheeks. You could feel the shiver run up his spine as he gasped-his eyes fluttering again and you felt his breath against your lips.
And most likely, he could feel yours.
“hmm?” you hummed again, looking into his eyes, smirking all the while. “Not-not at all” his voice cracked and his ears turned pink, but he held his stare-though it did dip down to your lips once in a while. “Too bad,” you muttered, leaning back just as he was starting to tilt his head into you-Tom stumbled to catch himself as you spun around on the desk and hopped off, brushing your robes as you gathered your bag that had fallen when Tom pushed you into the room and went to leave. “and here I was, staring to like you.”
You grinned as a cold hand caught your wrist and twirled you around, Tom’s lips smashing against yours in a desperate attempt to prove something. What was he proving? You weren’t sure, but you could tell he had never kissed anyone before. You let out a small laugh, taking his face and pushing him away slightly, your thumb catching his bottom lip as he stared-breathing heavily. “Atta boy,” you whispered, curling one hand into his hair and taking his waist with the other-grinning at the gasp that escaped him. “but-lets work on your lip work, eh?”
Tom huffed, pouting before your lips met again, Tom backing you up against the wall as his hands found your hips, his mouth opening with a gasp as you tugged his hair. You didn’t dare to go that far with the kiss-since it was his 2nd one ever after all, but you tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth-opening your eyes slightly to see his scrunched face.
You let go of his lip-chuckling as you brought your arm around his neck, pulling him close to where his chin rested on your shoulder; whispering into his ear. “Cute,”
Tom huffed and you could feel the heat coming off his face as he pulled back, hands now holding your upper waist, pouting now. “I’ll show you cute,” he grumbled, kissing you again-better than his first one-but he still needed guidance.
He learned pretty quickly, with how much he cornered you just to make out-you were sure he studied just to get a leg up on you, to prove himself. He was a dork, a nerd one would say. You loved teasing him-he was soooo easy to tease really, you could walk past him in the halls and brush your hands together-and he would turn beet red.
For someone so confidant in himself-he was so fucking easy to tease. You loved looking at him from across the room-Tom surrounded by his little gang-and when he would look at you-you winked with a little grin and he would immediately start stammering-his eyes blowing wide and his cheeks going red-his followers instantly asking if he was okay and looking around for what he had reacted to.
They never suspected the muggleborn Gryffindor.
You both preferred it that way-to keep whatever you had a secret. Tom had a reputation and you liked to stay in the shadows-you preferred to keep to yourself and not draw attention to yourself; for his little group to know you were snogging their leader-which would surely spread around the school-was something you did not want.
So you agreed to keep it quiet, to keep your meet-ups in the dark halls and empty classrooms. When Tom became a prefect the next year-he started sneaking you out to patrol with him-ignoring his duties to snog you in an empty classroom, leaving marks below your collar and pinning you against a desk.
“Someone's a little extra excited,” you whispered in his ear one night, rolling your hips against his-where you felt a certain hardness that twitched against you. Tom gasped, his eyes sliding shut as your hand drifted down and cupped him. You grinned at the actual whimper that escaped him, and you chuckled, kissing his neck and sliding back completely-laughing as he fumbled to regain his balance, glaring at you with his face bright red-like usual.
“You are too easy to tease Tommy,” you hummed, grabbing his tie and straightening it out-hiding the marks you had left on his lower neck. He sighed, stealing one last kiss and then helping you off the desk-sneaking you back to your common room. just before you stepped inside, you grabbed his tie and kissed him long and hard, winking as you pulled back-laughing at his face that was beat red in the darkness of the castle.
“See you tomorrow, Tommy,” you whispered, releasing his tie and stepping inside, snorting as you heard his footsteps fumble before he walked off-all to calculated to be his natural gait.
With all that-you still didn’t know how you got to seventh year, still sneaking out with Tom to snog, his eyes always on you when you were around-searching for you when you weren’t, the small gifts you got every couple weeks(he wasn’t rich like his friends, allowed only a small bit from the Hogwarts fund to get his books, robes, and other needs), and during break he wrote to you, telling you about his gifts from his little gang-his followers, and when you returned from holiday-you found yourself in a dark hall again, pressed against the wall with his lips on yours, his cold hands on your waist.
Honestly-how you had never been caught still amazed you. “missed me?” you muttered against Tom’s lips. He just hummed, licking your bottom lip and enticing you to open up, you chuckled and let him in, dancing the tango with his tongue. You pulled back to snort at the words that came to your mind. “What?” Tom muttered, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck.
“Tongue tango,” you said quietly, Tom rolling his eyes as you laughed, his lips finding yours in the dark as you continued to giggle. “You’re stupid,” he grumbled and you shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. “And you’re weird, what else is new?” you teased and Tom huffed, kissing you again-if only to get you to shut up.
By the time graduation came along-everything remained the same between the two of you. You were the top of class in your house, and so was Tom, and as headmaster Dippet gave his final speech to your year-Tom was looking at you. You weren’t looking back, a grin on your lips and your back straight, eager for what your future had for you.
He found you at the after party, held for all four houses, you were with your few friends, drinking and laughing. “uuhg, I never wanna look at a potions essay ever again!” Weasley said, shaking her fiery red hair as she lay across yours and Potter’s lap.
Potter laughed, raising their glass in solidarity. “hear hear!”
You just hummed, sipping your fire whisky that was mixed with a creamy shot of baileys; soothing the burn that hit your throat. “what about you?” Potter asked, giving you a soft grin. “what are you gonna do after this?”
You shrugged, glancing around the great hall where the party was held, you had thought about it long and hard, through the last year-at first, you didn’t know. You were planning on going wherever the wind would take you. But now? “I’m going to become a teacher,” you said, smiling. “here, I’m thinking for care for creatures, that’s always been my favorite.”
Weasley and Potter hummed, agreeing-it had been your favorite and your best class, defense against the dark arts being your 2nd. That was Tom’s best and favorite class, with potions being his 2nd. “well, if anyone could get it and be the best damn teacher this place has seen in years-it’s you,” Potter proclaimed-throwing their arm over your shoulder and bringing you in for a hug. “I mean-you have a damn basilisk for a Patronus, who can top that?!”
You laughed, shaking your head-your smile dimming at the thought of your Patronus. To think-that very beast lay beneath the school. Yes-you knew about the chamber, Tom had been unable to keep it from you. He even attempted to invite you in to snog but you were unable to relax in there-being a perfect symbol for everything Slytherin stood against.
A muggleborn, a Gryffindor. When you learned Tom was the Slytherin descendant-you had been shocked-it did give you more ammunition to tease him yes-but still. He-the heir-was snogging a muggleborn-the very thing he ‘hated’.
You even asked him why, why you? What made you so-different-for him to look past that prejudice?
“I don’t know,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours-his eyes far away. “I really don’t know, but I saw you-your patronus-and that set something off in me-and I haven't been able to catch why it did since. But…” he kissed you softly, his cold hands on your cheeks. “I don’t mind it, not knowing.”
You laughed, shaking your head-that pit still low in your stomach, now knowing what had happened at the end of 6th year-when Myrtle died and so many kids were petrified. Tom had released the beast-all to continue Salazar's work, you didn’t want to imagine what would’ve happened if you had been the one in Myrtle’s place.
Would he regret it? would he move on? You didn’t know, because while now you knew him damn well-there were still many things locked behind a silver door.
You were jolted out of your memories when someone hit your arm and you looked up, frowning at Weasley as she grinned at you. “what?” you asked, turning as she subtly pointed across the hall-seeing Tom looking right back at you. Though he liked to be called Voldemort nowadays. At least by his followers. For you-he was still Tom, Tommy, Tommy-boy. You got that privilege, calling him what you wished-you did in fact tell him Voldemort was a stupid name, and he flushed.
He was still too damn easy to tease-even at 17 years old, which-the two of you were still growing some, in both physical and mental ways-so he had some time to get used to it. But you liked teasing him, so you hoped he stayed easy to tease.
But back to the current times-Tom was staring at you-and you knew that look. He wanted to wander off, and hopefully find you following. He glanced at the doors, Weasley and Potter whispering to each other-wondering why the Slytherin prince was looking over here, and walking off after waving away his followers, the large group of Slytherins going off to do whatever.
You waited a few minutes(you liked making him wait) before eventually standing and calling it a night, waving to your friends as you walked out of the great hall, whistling a small tune as you wandered the dark halls-it was long past lights out, but since you were all graduating-the headmaster and professors were letting you all stay up for however long-silencing charms placed around the great hall so the party could go on till the sun rose.
A cold hand found your wrist and you were once again pulled into a pair of arms, your back against the stone wall. You hummed as Tom’s familiar lips met yours, his arms fully around you as you curled your hands around his jaw and hair.
Eventually, he pulled away, breathing heavily as he looked into your eyes. You smirked-dropping it with a furrow of your brow as his thumb pressed against your lips and he whispered something. “Come with me?” he asked, his eyes showing an emotion you didn’t know he could feel.
Fear.
You nodded, taking his offered hand and walking with him through the empty and quiet corridors, ones you would be leaving soon enough after 7 years of living there. It would be a difficult change-but you had a plan-you wondered what Tom’s plan was.
You ended up at the astronomy tower, the summer breeze coasting across your face as you and Tom leaned against the rails, breathing in the scent of the black lake as the moon reflected off it. “So-“ you began, turning to look at Tom, who continued to stare off-messing with something on his finger. “-what’d you bring me up here for?”
Tom didn’t answer, but he instead asked you something else. “what do you plan to do after,” he gestured around-meaning Hogwarts. “this?” you shrugged, telling him the same thing you told your friends. He nodded, swallowing a bit. “I plan to do the same, though for defense against the dark arts.” You snorted, imagining Tom as the care for magical creatures professor, but defense against the dark arts did suit him.
“Should’ve guessed,” you muttered, leaning your arms against the rails and your chin in your palm, closing your eyes as Tom shuffled closer to you. “though I really can’t imagine you being a teacher, I mean-being surrounded by kids twenty-four seven? All year? You’ll explode before the first-year ends,” you joked and Tom shook his head fondly, a smile on his face as you laughed.
He said your name, and you opened your eyes, seeing his hand in front of your face with that ring he had worn non-stop since the summer after your 6th year.
You stared at the ring, the dark gem on the top with the triangle carving staring back. “Take it,” Tom whispered and you did, holding the ring between your fingers-it felt….dark, not like it should. “I want you to have it.”
“Why?” you asked, standing straight and fiddling with the ring. Something told you not to put it on, not yet. “it means a lot to me, and-“ Tom choked on his words, his ears turning red. “-and you mean a lot to me, so…” he stopped talking-his eyes drawing to the black lake as you tilting your head at the ring.
You were both quiet for a moment before Tom spoke again-and what he said chilled you to the bone. “It’s a Horcrux, it…holds a piece of my soul.”
You nearly dropped the ring-but you clenched your hand around it. Why would he want to make one of those? You remembered him talking about Horcruxes before, and they required such intense dark magic and dark actions.
Like killing someone.
“Why?” you asked again, not daring to look at the boy you had grown attached to over the last three years. Tom reached out-his pinkie curling around yours and you barely held back the reaction to flinch away. “A horcrux prevents the soul from passing on,” Tom explained, his eyes distant and glassy. “I made two,”
Two…gods he made two.
“I do not wish to die-only fools die, mortals.” You sighed, taking your hand from his and turning to face him fully, making him look at you. Your eyes were alit with a fire he didn’t expect and he blinked-that glassy look disappearing.
“Death only comes to those who fear it,” you said, clenching the ring in your palm. “to live is a great adventure-to fear it ending only brings that end quickly. Death stares you in the eye when you look for it.” Tom just stared at you, and you stepped forward, looking down at the ring in your palm. “Don’t make anymore…please,” you whispered and Tom sighed, biting his inner lip. “promise me?”
“I promise,” Tom eventually said, and he sounded sincere. You sighed in relief, looking down at the ring and Tom took it, holding your left hand gently as he slid it onto your ring finger. “don’t lose it,” Tom whispered and you nodded, you wouldn’t-not when you knew what could possibly happen if you did.
You weren’t a fool. No matter how fond Tom was of you-he would no doubt do unspeakable things if you betrayed his wish.
Tom tilted your chin up and you looked him in the eyes-still seeing that look he had for you since 5th year. He hadn’t changed too much yet-he was still the Tom you knew. Maybe you could save him from the dark fate he was barreling down.
Maybe.
Tom leaned in and you met him halfway, holding his face gently-the cool band of the ring pressing against his skin. You still didn’t really know how you got here, kissing the heir of Slytherin himself, wearing his Horcrux.
Only time would tell what would happen next.
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