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One of my favorites, thinking about this dynamic like once a day now 🌙

Angel of Small Death

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Seventh Year and you’re one of the ones who stayed. Reeling from the loss of your family in the midst of the war, you find a twisted sense of comfort in Mattheo. But your best friend Theo can’t help but feel you’re slipping away from him in more ways than one.

Length: 1.8k

Warnings: Mature. Smut. Angst as with everything I write, not sorry. Deals with addiction to substances. Please dni if this subject is triggering to you. If you need help or resources please dm me. Second instalment from the amazing Hogmarch Challenge by @thatdammchickennugget will have a part two!

Everyone knew that Slytherin threw the best parties. Hufflepuff was a close second, sure. But nothing quite matched the opulence of a bunch of rich kids throwing their parents money around like it was pennies. Which was why half of Hogwarts was currently packed into the Common Room as water-stained lights rolled across the dance floor.

You wove your way into the gathered students, everyone’s bodies slick with sweat through the haze. You were drunk, but so was everyone. Maybe a little high too, these things couldn’t be helped. Mattheo was oddly generous when you got him rolling. It was exactly what you needed; something that made you feel like a foolish child again. You’d been dancing for the past hour, but now your buzz had reduced itself to a gentle hum. Which meant it was time to find Matt again; sweet talk him into giving you just a little more.

Already familiar with the path, you strayed through the crowd. Handing out distant smiles to some of the other students from your year as you floated past them. Utterly devoid of anything but firewhiskey, sweat, and whatever Mattheo had given you, the bass rattling through the Common Room.

“Back again, Darling?” Mattheo grinned absently as you neared. Sunken into the couch, blown out eyes lilted with thinly-veiled guilt.

It wasn’t his fault, what had happened. You told him so almost every evening, when the two of you would meet to smoke up in the Astronomy Tower. His eyes always heavy with those same questions of whether you blamed him for the actions of his Father. But it didn’t matter how many times you told him it wasn’t his fault, because you knew he didn’t believe it. Besides, it would be a lie if you pretended that you didn’t think of it all every time you met his eyes in a room. It hung between you, always.

Enzo watched you trail over, sinking into the velvet beside Matt. Twirling the stem of his wine glass between his fingers as he glanced nervously to his left. Theo was sat there, his eyes having latched onto you long before you’d exited the crowd and made your way over to the group. But you hadn’t looked at him once, you barely took anything in these days. He could’ve stood before you and you’d have looked right past him.

Distance. It was what made Enzo shuffle uncomfortably in his seat beside Theo now. Swinging his leg over his knee, covering his mouth with a falsely casual hand. Watching the tall, glowering boy beside him.

Theo was still watching you when you leant into Matt’s shoulder. Eyelashes fluttering as your eyes glazed over. Matt resting his head atop yours with equal heaviness. The two of you whispering lazily to one another.

Sometimes your lips would tug into a smile at something he said, but your eyes were never able to catch up in time. The sight made Theo want to shatter the glass he was holding, let it tear at the skin of his hands. Give him a reason to feel this way, as though he were truly bleeding out. His feelings staining his shirt, the carpet.

At least when it came to Matt, he seemed to have some level of restraint. Reserving the substances the two of you shared for weekends, evenings. But Theo had become increasingly aware of how far away you were now becoming, even during the days. Whether it was Matt’s guilt that allowed him to fuel your addictions, he wasn’t certain. All Theo knew was that everything about you had changed, and a part of him wanted to kill Matt for having any role in it at all.

You’d have come to him once. Sat atop his bed and talked for hours. Hands resting beside one another’s but never quite touching. But these days you didn’t seem in much of a mood for thinking, let alone talking. The only thing you were interested in was getting far away from everyone, save for Matt. The two of you were joint at the hip. And although he hated to admit it; Theo knew that he should’ve been more concerned with other things, but that was what hurt him the most.

You were his childhood friend, the one he had swapped sandwiches with. Who he had followed up trees and chased across beaches. Sat through countless invisible tea parties beside. Who he had always, unconditionally, loved. And it had all been forgotten. Traded for nights of stuffing your nose with powder and drowning your insides in liquor.

He didn’t want to even begin to think about whether what you and Matt now shared was strictly amiable. Though he had his suspicions. And every time Enzo looked over at him with resounding pity, Theo got the aching feeling that those inclinations were right.

He tried to tune in to the debate Blaise, Draco & Pansy were having about who could do the best impression of Harry’s parseltongue. The trio bursting into laughter as Pansy hissed in gibberish. But Theo’s ruse didn’t last long. Everyone’s breath going still as Matt stood from the couches, offering his hand out to you. The pair of you slinking through the crowd without so much as a goodbye.

The others awkwardly turned back to their conversations as you disappeared. Although it was clear everyone was feeling the burden, as though they were all walking atop cracked glass. Enzo let out a sigh as he lost sight of Matt’s curly hair up the dormitory stairs. Tired eyes slinking to Theo, who was stuck on the doorway where you and Matt had vanished.

Enzo twirled the stem of his wine glass again before placing it aside, put off. Noticing the way Theo’s fist clenched at the couch’s edge. It didn’t take long for him to make an excuse. Enzo’s eyes trailing after Theo as he made little attempt to hide his path towards where you had disappeared.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Matt’s hands trailed the skin beneath the ribbons of fabric covering you. Greedy for more as he sat you atop his desk. Standing before you as he guided your knees apart gently. Eyes not vaguely tempted by your body, focused solely on taking you in; the way your lips parted as his fingertips trailed the inside of your thighs. Testing their limits as they trailed further, higher. As he threaded himself between your legs, pulling you flush against him. Tearing a gasp from both of you as your pretty little eyelashes fluttered. Head falling back as his other hand snaked up the back of your neck to guide his lips to yours once again.

He pushed against you softly, keeping the kiss delicate, careful. His hand trailing down from your neck to the underside of your jaw. The other circling the skin of your waist in intricate patterns. Holding you as though he feared you’d crack. You shuddered into his kiss, lips working against his softly. The antithesis to the fever that was sure to hit you both in a few minutes.

He pulled away an inch as you shook against him, rolling his hips lazily into yours. Satisfied when you let out another breathy gasp at the movement. He loved watching you like this, it seemed to mend something in him. As though if he brought you enough pleasure, it would somehow make up for all of the pain. Matt brought his forehead down to yours, absentmindedly swiping his thumb beneath your nose. Cleansing your skin of the white powder that sullied it.

“I just want to make you feel good again,” Matt breathed, ghosting his lips against yours in a broken whisper, “please say that I do.”

Your eyes blinked open, seeming to clear a little at his words, the rawness in his voice. You looked to the boy before you, saw yourself in the weight of his brow, the heavy set of his jaw. Saw the bruises of fear he carried.

“Matt,” you whispered, fingertips flying to soothe his skin. Draw him back into you and out of his head. “You make me feel better than anything.”

The words had barely left your lips before he crashed himself against you. Commanding fingers grasping at your jaw to make you as accessible to him as possible. Tilting your head back and sucking at your bottom lip with his teeth. His hips rolling against yours with calculated speed. Pressing himself flush against you as your skirt hiked up.

The sensation made you squirm, just as he knew it would. The hand he had situated on your hip clamping down firmly as he drew you back towards him. Leaving you no room to get away. Relishing in the way you lost all composure as he pressed himself against you again and again. It didn’t take long for him to make quick work of your underwear, or for your hands to find the buckle of his belt.

You were soaked by the time he pushed himself into you. Holding you tight to him as you cried out into his mouth. His hands already gently threaded into your hair with familiarity. Keeping you from falling back into the wall as he began to thrust into you. The gentle roll of his hips escalating as the powder hit your systems. His movements growing rougher as his control unravelled.

You buried yourself in his shoulder as he pushed himself deeper, the sensations becoming too much as you felt yourself losing your grip. His lips lazing against your cheek, trailing the skin with each thrust.

“You’re so good to me,” he breathed harshly into your ear, drawing you closer to the edge of the desk as he drew himself into you again and again. His hand tangled in your hair gently, comforting you as you reached your high with blistering intensity. “I’m sorry,” the words left him in a strained whisper as he continued his pace, offering you little relief as you felt yourself building up again.

But you knew his apology had nothing to do with his pace, the rough snap of his hips against yours. They only ever came when you were together in this way; completely at the mercy of the other. It was the only time he could let his guilt spill into you and know you would answer him truthfully. Your head too empty, body too spent to lie.

“I know,” you choked the words out as you shook again, your hands tangling in his hair as you felt him stuttering against you, “me too.”

Theodore shut the door quietly with a click, letting his back rest against it as he faced the empty corridor outside the dorm. A tightly wound breath leaving his chest in a huff as his bleak gaze permeated the wall in front of him. The sound of your heavy breath and moans barely audible beneath the door.

Theo sat, eyes drawn shut as he tried to wipe the image of you intertwined with his friend from his mind. Feeling flustered for having caught you both in such an intimate moment, and guilty that he wished it was him.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

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Bellatrix: So are we flirting right now?

Voldemort: I LITERALLY HAVE A CRUCIATUS ON YOU

Bellatrix: That doesn’t answer my question

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Infatuated (Tom Riddle X y/N Reader)

Part of @thatdammchickennugget Hogmarch challenge. Prompt 5 “amortentia” and “is that why you did that? Back there?

2.8k words Comedy/Angst/Obsessive Romance/Toxic Love

For all my fellow delulus

You have been Tom’s friend for years, waiting patiently for him to notice you. Completely obsessed over him. Finally at a party you spill all your secrets...

His letters are long elegant strokes, you lick your lips as his fingers move across the page. His dark brows are knitted together over his perfect eyes. The way his lips purse in concentration, makes the breath in your lungs hitch.

Unwittingly you put your thumbnail in your mouth, gnawing softly as you try to resist the urge to launch yourself across the study table and beg him to touch you.

Your eyes are still studying his hands as they write in his notebook. You consider what they may feel like wrapped around your hair, your throat. A thumb dragging across your lips or nestled between your thighs softly stroking your-

“Quite alright Y/N?” his voice is calm, soft so unlike the raging heat inside of you.

“Yes. Quite Riddle” you say with a flustered smile as you quickly snap back to. You turn the page of the potions textbook in front of you.

You dare not meet his gaze, instead you return to the mask you’ve kept around him. Uninterested, bored even. That’s how you managed the rarity of his company.

Most girls threw themselves at him willingly, eagerly. Flirting, sending him love notes, even daring to be forward enough to ask him out. Fools.

He laughed in their face, raising his eyebrow and shaking his head. The attractive outliers would end up in his bed, being politely swept under the rug in the morning.

You however, have outlasted all of them. You, his study partner, his constant companion, his friend. You knew a measured man like Tom Riddle needed to be approached with careful grace and finesse.

Years you had laid in wait. Waiting for him to notice you across the library table, sitting at his side in the great hall. Pining for any crumb of attention he tossed your way, never enough to keep you fed. Only making you hungrier.

Small moments gave you hope. Fingers brushing over passed books, genuine smiles through laughter, once he stopped down to tie your shoe when your hands were full. His finger brushed your ankle, he looked up at you with a grin as you held in a scream.

Now you sit with him at the library, closer than any other conquest has ever gotten. Breathing his air, pretending to listen to him talk about potions theory this week when you’re really trying to count the flecks of green in his eyes.

Regulus, Enzo and Theo approach the table. Your mouth tightens at the intrusion, they give you an amused glance before turning to Tom.

They invite him to a party tomorrow night in the Slytherin common room, he gives a noncommittal answer. They banter back and forth. No one seems to remember that you’re also sitting there.

They laugh and talk about the party from two weekends ago. You watch boiling jealous rage brewing underneath your calm, stoic face.

Especially when Tom mentions a certain blonde Ravenclaw who he hooked up with. You glide your tongue over your teeth as you press your quill into the page indenting down so harshly, the paper splits.

Enzo, one of the kinder boys of the bunch, extends an invitation.

“Oh yea Y/N, if you want to come…you’re welcome to…” he says in such a polite tone, you almost roll your eyes.

You also give a soft “maybe”, your eyes quickly flicking over Tom’s face trying to read his expression. Does he want you there? Should you go? You try not to stare to long as you dig for some sort of sign in his face. But there is nothing.

Disappointed at his flat affect, you sigh. Too loudly. Fuck. He looks up at you.

“You should come” Tom says with a gentle smile.

“I might” you say as you stare at the textbook instead of him, absolutely mortified at your own behavior.

Theo, Enzo and Regulus leave whispering to each other out of earshot.

“Holy shit why did you invite Y/N!?”

“She’s Tom’s friend”

“More like Tom’s pet. She follows him around like she’s on a leash and she is fucking WEIRD”

They break into laughter, unbeknownst to you. You’re too enthralled in your study session.

“Please?!” You lurch over Pansy’s vanity, her eyes are unsympathetic. She takes an appraising look at your jeans and raggedy sweater.

“No.” She says bluntly,”you’re not used to wearing nice things, you’re going to ruin it.”

You groan and continue to plead your case.

“But I don’t have anything to wear”

She continues to stare at you unimpressed.

“It’s my first party!” You whine and she smirks.

“Why would you think I care?”

She had a fair point. You were hardly even cordial with her much less friendly.

“I’ll do your potions homework. For a week. Two weeks!” You say slamming your hand on her desk desperately.

She sighs loudly and stands up quickly. Her hand plunges into the closet where she retrieves a little black dress. She throws it in your face.

“Three weeks. One stain and I will Crucio you.” She snaps as she sits back down fixing her eyeliner.

The hot singe of your curling iron bit your finger and you suck on the sear mark. Damnit. You were near close to giving up but you looked in the mirror.

You looked…good. You managed to do a decent smoky eye with some lip gloss. You only had three curls left to make after burning your hand about a dozen times. Pansy’s dress fit you like a dream. The only thing that ruined your look was your low conservative heels. They were all you had. You really weren’t much of a going out sort of girl.

You make your way to the common room, the fingers of green neon light are reaching into the hall. The music vibrates under your feet, as you enter the common room you swear you’re transported into another planet.

Your classmates are spilled out all over the common room. Taking shots, laughing loudly, swaying to the music, bodies pressing closely together. You feel like you recognize everyone and no one.

Suddenly you’re overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people and activity. You feel small and alone. Am I experiencing ego death? You wonder but then a familiar voice makes jump.

“Well if it isn’t my big brother’s little stalker.” Mattheo’s voice crept up on you, your eyes widened as you looked around him to make sure that Tom wasn’t nearby.

“Quiet Mattheo” you snap as he gives you a wicked grin.

“You never come to parties,” he says ignoring your ourburst,”You look pretty hot….hoping to play interference?” He teases as your cheeks burn.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie,”I come to parties all the time”.

“Mhm”he grins watching your face.

“Oh look there’s Tom now” he says gesturing with his chin. You flip around quickly surveying the crowd.

Mattheo bursts into laughter,”You are so easy to fuck with”.

You turn back to him and smack his arm as he dies of laughter.

“Come on crazy,” he says with a chuckle,”let’s get you a drink so you can mellow out”.

He tugs your arm through the crowd and you reluctantly follow.

He hands you some punch that is actually delicious. You quickly finish your first cup and then two more. Anxiously sipping as Mattheo talks to you, not that you’re listening at all. Back and forth your eyes begin to hurt from squinting into the dimness of the party; hunting for Tom. You’ve never been this drunk before and you can feel your edges dissolving.

Finally you spot him, some girl a grade below you leans on wall. His forearm is pressed above her head as he leans over her, flirting. His hand brushes some hair out of her face. You’re not used to seeing him like this. Your stomach smolders in pain, for a moment you worry you’re having a heart attack. You can feel it splitting in your chest.

Mattheo’s hand presses into the small of your back, it’s the first sensation to register outside of the despair. You gasp and he gives you a funny look handing you your fourth cup of punch. You don’t even taste it, only tip your head back chugging while Mattheo stares at you in disbelief.

“You okay Y/N?” He leans over to you but you slap the empty cup against his chest handing it to him wordlessly. He takes it and tries in vain to stop you as you start walking towards where Tom and that usurper are standing.

“Hiii,” you say loudly as they both look at you, Tom with surprise and amusement. Her with horror and disgust.

“Hey Y/N, wow look at you…” Tom says raising his eyebrows , “Are you having fun?”

“Sooo much fun,” you slur batting your eyelashes. An awkward silence that you don’t pick up on ensues. You only grin dizzily” Tom. Can I talk to you?”

The girl looks perturbed at your intrusion, but Tom leans and whispers something in her ear making her smile.

He leads you to a corner of the party, the music dulled just enough so you don’t have to yell. The room spins a little but you focus on his eyes, his gorgeous eyes. Then his mouth and jaw. You sigh as the room spins again and it hits you all of a sudden that you’re talking. You’ve been talking this whole time. Your words collide, you have no idea what you have been rambling about. Tom nods patiently at you.

“So any way, I think that’s why we should be together” you finish knowing in your heart you must have made perfect sense. Because Tom Riddle is smiling.

His eyes are unreadable but his mouth is a grin.

That’s answer enough for you. You launch yourself forward, pressing your lips onto his. You can taste the fire whiskey on his mouth and you let out a soft moan as he catches you. Ten seconds of pure heaven before his hands on your shoulder pull you back gently.

He leads you to a chair and sits you down, stooping so he can meet you eye level.

“Wait here okay?” He asks his voice garbled. You nod with a slovenly smile

“Okay...I love you!” You yell after him loudly and he only chuckles and disappears.

To your dismay, it’s Mattheo who comes over to you a few minutes later.

“Alright cuckoo bird, time for bed” he says balancing a cigarette in his mouth as he pulls you up. His hands snakes around your waist.

“Where’s Tom?” You whine as he helps you out of the party. Your feet tripping over your heels.

“He wanted me to make sure you go to bed,” he mumbles as he tries to steady you.

“Awww he really cares,” you sigh dreamily. Mattheo rolls his eyes and leads you to your dorm. Halfway there he gives up on you balancing and throws you over his shoulder. Mattheo unlocks your door as he hums in agreement to your psycho babbles about his brother. He drops you on the bed and unbuckles the straps of your heels as you barely sit up sleepily.

“You okay?” He asks but you only curl onto your bed falling asleep. He sighs and turns the light off leaving back to the party.

No. No. NO! You sit up, stupid party dress still on. Your head pounding. No hangover can come close to the whirlwind of shame that pushed your head back into the pillow. You wanted to cry but nothing would come out but a muffled scream.

“Shut up!” you hear your roommates complain as you pulled the blanket over your head.

You wait an hour but the world refuses to crumble around you. So you reluctantly sit up and go shower. You finally cry in there.

Everything is ruined.

Right?

Could you play it off?

No. Stupid girl. You literally told him you loved him. You sob into your hand. Oh the inhumanity.

You dress and comb your wet hair. You can’t even make eye contact with the mirror.

As if you hadn’t suffered enough, you bump into a very freshly showered Mattheo in the hall outside of the bathroooms. He’s only wearing a towel around his waist, when he sees you his grin is devilish.

“There’s the little lush,”he said putting his tongue between his teeth.

You scrunch your nose at him,”Oh go put some clothes on. No one wants to see that.”

He may have water dripping from his curls, cascading down his impressively cut chest and abs, but you hate him. For the simple fact that he is not Tom.

“Oh am I happy to see you,” he teased leaning on the wall next to you,”so tell me, when you shamelessly admitted your love to Tom last night. Did you show him his name scribbled all over your notebook? Or did you wear the sweater you knitted out of his hair?”.

Your face crumpled into rage,”oh screw you Mattheo”.

You sigh when you wonder how bad it was, you don’t remember every thing you said. Although Mattheo is only joking, you know you do have a notebook with “y/n riddle <3” written on it from third year.

Mattheo bites his lip as he suppresses a chuckle,”Well, if you’re ready to go plan your wedding; he’s sitting in the common room right now”.

It takes 64 steps to walk from the bathroom to the common room. You know this because you have doubled back twice trying to build up the courage to finally see Tom. You can hear his quiet words muddled by the loud laughter of Enzo and Theo. Suddenly you feel a someone nudge you.

Regulus and now dressed Mattheo walk past you. Mattheo tosses you a wink as he speaks up.

“Hey look who I found!” He says loudly as he walks in the common room. You hiss for him to shut up as you follow him in.

Your face is already burning as you feel all their eyes fall on you. Okay….none of their eyes fall on you. Especially not Tom’s, his are pinned to Theo and Enzo who are discussing something intensely.

“Did you hear? What happened last night? So fucking crazy man” Theo says to Regulus and Mattheo.

Regulus sits on the arm of a chair,”nah what?”

“Someone handed out amortentia candies!” Enzo said laughing.

“Huh..really?” Mattheo said suspiciously. He looked over to you with an evil grin,”speaking of love…”

You cut him off, “Armortentia candies really?!” You say a little too loudly.

Enzo’s smile turns into a smirk,”Oh yea…chocolates. They were a rogue batch, it intensified love for the first person you saw”.

You don’t know what to say, your mouth hangs open and then shuts.

Tom turned towards you with a look of shocked realization,”Is that why you did that? Back there…”

You stand slack jawed, the idea rippling through your mind like heavens gate opening.

Tom only raises his brow at your silence,”at the party?”

“Yes!” you say eagerly feeling the weight of the world lifting off of your shoulders.

“I did have some chocolates at the party,”You continue and ignore Mattheo chewing on his tongue in the corner, squinting his eyes at you suspiciously.

You take a couple step towards where Tom stood next to Theo,” I must have um, yes and you were the first person…I saw ” you said trying not to blather on as the pieces of your lie came together.

He gives you a curious glance as if trying to read your expression.

You sheepishly shrug,”Gosh I am so humiliated”.

Is he falling for it? You can’t tell, your eyes peer into his searching.

Tom only put a friendly hand on your shoulder, “Forget about it” he said gently.

You nodded with a grateful smile,”Thanks Tom”.

“I was going to the library, care to join?” He asked removing his hand leaving you wanting as usual.

“Yes…let me get my books from my room,” you say. What luck. You can’t believe how close you were to ruining every thing. Fate itself must have made those Amortentia chocolates.

What you didn’t know is that Tom was watching you as you walked away. He knows perfectly well you didn’t eat any amortentia chocolates because there never were any. He started the rumor last night before he left the party.

Tom quite enjoys the little game you’ve been playing. He realized early on just how in love you were with him. At the same time he realized you couldn’t recognize when someone was using legilimency on you.

He loved to listen to the infatuated rantings in your head as he sat in the library with you, your mouth twitching as you lusted over him. The cute smile you would get as you strategized on the ways you could get him to notice you.

He remembers the day he bent down to tie your shoe, having to hide his own smile as he listened to the nuclear meltdown you had in your head as he purposefully grazed your ankle. It was so fun.

One day, he supposed, he would finally make a move on you. Sometimes it was hard to resist, as he listened to all the dirty thoughts spewing in your brain in the middle of class Iike his own personalized erotica. Last night at the party you finally snapped so he had to come up with the perfect excuse for your silly behavior. It wasn’t time for that yet.

Yes, one day he would finally take advantage of the crazy crush you’ve harbored for years. But not any time soon. He was too busy enjoying your quiet devotion, your obsession. No, Tom was not near ready to let that go.

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(Hehehee I never intended this to be more than a TMR one shot but I’m getting interested in exploring Mattheo’s relationship with Y/N in this fic 👀 any interest?)

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hi babe! idk if ur much of an asks answerer.. i was wondering who of the slytherin boys + pansy u would think to like a girl that wears wild bluebell by jo malone😋🩷

Hi love!

So I read the notes. At first I was thinking Draco but with all the spicy, musky and herbal notes mixed with the florals I think that kind of sophistication would have Theo Nott pulling you in for a long hug so he could obsess over you 💕

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Slytherin boys +Pansy react

Their Favorite Perfume for you to Wear

I’m such a fraghead I had to make it

Mattheo Riddle

Fruity, confident, bright scents

There is nothing that turns his head faster than a confident girl. He loves sexy, fruity perfumes that inspire him to take you on like a conquest.

Tom Ford Lost Cherry

Armani Si Passione

Sol de Janeiro 40 Bom De Bright

Victoria secret Bombshell

7 Virtues Coconut Sun

Lorenzo Berkshire

Sweet edible scents

This guy is just such a damn munch. He wants you to smell as edible as he thinks you are.

Kay Ali Vanilla 28

Burberry Her

Kay Ali Yum Pistachio

Sol de Janeiro Cheirosa 62

Theo Nott

Dark sexy scents

Theo wants you to smells as tempting and as seductive as you look. Dark coffees, spicy ambers, the epitome of sinking his hands into your hair and tugging jt back. Hard.

Black Opium

Victoria Secret Very Sexy

Tom Ford Black Orchid

Maison Margiela Jazz Club

Draco Malfoy

Clean florals

He loves when you smell as fresh and pretty as a spring day. Or at least as pretty as the expensive floral arrangements he buys you.

Replica Springtime in the Park

Chanel Chance

Glossier You

By/ Rosie Jane

Bliase Zabini

Spicy florals or Clean Scents

Blaise I’m torn because I feel like he would appreciate the simple clean soap smell. Beautiful and unproblematic. But Blaise secretly loves that sexy drama so he would appreciate a sexier floral scent that still has an air of sophistication to it.

Good girl

Arianna Grande Cloud

Juliette has a Gun Not a Perfume

Nest Indigo

Tom Riddle

Expensive and Sexy

Tom wants you to smell luxe, expensive, and unquestionably perfect. Think hotel lobby or the world’s most expensive vanilla. He won’t take you seriously if you show up smelling like a piece of candy. He probably won’t take you seriously either way but at least your presence won’t be as much of a bother if you smell good.

YSL libre

Baccarat Rouge

Billie eilish ‘Eilish’

Jo Malone Peony & Blush Suede

Pansy Parkinson

Niche scents.

Pansy ‘quintessential cool girl’ Parkinson will appreciate niche fragrances. She loves the unique and lesser known, it reminds her of you. Also she wants to be able to steal perfumes from your cool collection.

Vilhelm Perfumes: Poets of Berlin

Tokyo milk: Dead Sexy

Byredo Gypsy Water

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Tom Riddle x Y/N

Hot Mess Part 2

Humor/smut/angst 2.2k words

Tom leaves you at the party, but he isn’t going to leave you wanting more for long. Still mad about you beating him at a duel, the prince of darkness just can’t leave you alone.

Warnings: smut, spanking, teasing, degradation.

Read Part 1 here.

You watched Tom disappear around the corner, and for a moment a rogue thought appeared in your head

Stop Him

Time slipped away as quickly as he had. You were dancing alone for so long.

The bass pounding only disoriented you more. Too many drinks, too much to smoke.

But you didn’t. You leaned your head back as you swayed to the ever present beat of the music. You felt a hand snake around your waist from behind and pull you in. Enzo? Theo? No, if was unfamiliar with a pair of lips that started kissing your neck.

You took a sharp breath in and realized familiar cologne was pouring over you. Teeth softly met your shoulder blade and began to nip at the spot that made your eyes roll back. Your lips part into a gasp as the hand traces along the line of your hips, dipping down to stroke your thighs.

“The whole wizarding race depends on us ,”you hear his voice teasing you.

“Hello Satan,” you slur out in response,”what happened to the girl you were with? Did she take one look at your little basilisk and die of disappointment?”

You’re about to laugh at your own joke but his hand comes down smacking you firmly on your left asscheek. You let out a strangled moan.

“You are so tawdry Y/N, you know that?” He growled in your ear.

“Maybe you should be reading up on Legilimens instead of studying the thesaurus” you tease but his hand comes down on you hard again making a gaspy scream escape your smart mouth.

“Do you ever shut up, you whore?” He asked, one hand has a vice grip on your hip bone the other one drawn back ready to meet your quip. His hips are pushing into your back

You lean your head back so it rests on his chest, looking up at him daringly.

“Not unless you make me”’you say giggling. This time he doesn’t spank you, he only tightens the hold on your hips.

“Come with me. Now.”he said whirling you away before you argue.

He whisked you down the hall, his hand intertwined in yours. You stumble after him taking in his dark hair, his broad shoulders, the musculature of his arms. Every substance you stockpiled in your system seems to fuel the burning heat of arousal coursing through you,

He unlocks the door to his private headboy dorm, before you can register the change in atmosphere he’s pushing you against the closed door.

One hand in his waist and the has a tight grip on your jaw. His eyes burn fire into yours, heavy with need. Tom’s lips part and inch closer to yours.

Your eyes flutter closed and you breath in the anticipation.

“How did you do it?” His low grumbly voice surprises you.

Your eyes snap open,” what?” You look at him honestly confused,”do… do what?”

“Beat me at the duel?” He growls.

Your mouth drops open into a scoff and you shove his chest away as roughly as you can,

“Seriously!?” You yell,”you’re asking me about the fucking duel!?”

Tom narrows his eyes as he uses his hands to push your hips back into the door. He crushed his lips into your neck, nuzzling and biting as he groped you

“How!?” He lets out a frustrated groan into your neck

“Oh and you’re going to fuck the answer out of me!?” You cry out and shove him again,”just get off of me Riddle for the love of Merlin!”.

He pulls away and picks his hands up, not because he wants to stop but because you’re screaming too loudly. He doesn’t want anyone to hear.

“Get out” he snaps and you gladly open the door behind you and stomp down the hall.

Someone has laid an anchor on your head and a snake in your belly. Those are the thoughts that come to you as you sit up the next day at nearly 1pm.

“Accio water” you mumble and the glass of water on your desk flies towards you. You barely catch it, it lands mostly on your face and lap as you groan. The couple of sips you manage to get feel like rain hitting hot asphalt.

You stumble into the bathroom, garnering a couple of stares from girls who looked fresh and pretty. Pretty girls, who and been up drinking coffee and gallivanting this beautiful Sunday morning. These girls giggle in the library, and share chocolate frogs. These girls never throw up in the shower.

Thank Merlin for magic. You think as you make it disappear with a spell. You’re determined to stand under that shower until the hot water boils off all your sins. Or at least all your thoughts about that dark haired psychopath, who keeps slipping in between the pounding in your head.

You scrub your skin until it shines. You brush your teeth with a vengeance. You put on lotion and perfume, even blow dry your hair. You wear lipgloss and mascara. You’re only 65% sure you’re not dying.

For hours you wander, into the Great Hall, into the Slytherin common room. Mumbling to your friends to shut up. Hiding behind your sunglasses again. But you can’t hide from Tom who lurked in the shadows like a lion hunting his prey.

Tom had been watching you since he saw you stumble into the Great Hall. Your little sundress and sandals, your perfect hair and those giant fucking sunglasses. His eyes wander over your body, your legs, your hips your breasts. He almost had you last night. After you left he was furious, not only because he didn’t get the answers he wanted. He didn’t get you either.

You fluttered around the castle as if the constant movement could hide the pain you were in. He fingered the potion in his pocket, he had brewed early this morning. A hangover potion, trying to decide when to make his move.

Finally you landed in the Slytherin common room, stretching into the couch like a cat. The hem of dress flirting with the top of your thighs. The sight pained him so badly he bit his own lip.

Your head was tipped to the side as you laid on the luxe green couch. He couldn’t tell if you were asleep .Those giant sunglasses he wished he could confringo were covering your eyes too well. He put his tongue in his cheek trying to decide if he should take the chance and Legilimens you or if he should give you the hangover potion.

Of course, he didn’t know that you had been watching him contemplate the two options as he stood over you. You tip your sunglasses down and glare at him.

“Did you ever consider that I beat you at the duel because I’m simply that good.” You say not hiding your annoyance.

Tom nearly jumped when you spoke, his look of surprise quickly turned into a grimace.

“Impossible. You’re a vapid whore” he spat angrily.

You pushed yourself up on your forearms, finally fed up with him.

“And you are a pretentious little know it all, who is not nearly as smart as he thinks he is!”’you rant chest practically heaving in anger,”you’re arrogant, only leaning on your fathers name and status, the dark lord should be ashamed to see you resting on your laurels. I could occlude you in my fucking sleep!” You snap, cheeks flushed in pure rage.

Tom looks peaked by your words. His mouth drops open and closes. He is…impressed. By your anger and confidence. You insulted him the same way you duel, with fire and passion. He says nothing, he only shoved your legs over so he can sit down next to you. You sit up. He takes the small vial of hangover potion out of his pocket and hands it to you.

You give him a side eye, and open to smelling it. You recognize its scent immediately and take it. You play with the empty vial in your hands.

“I still hate you,”you grumble at him.

He looks at you sidelong and pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear,”I hate you too. Slut.”

“Sociopathic fuck”

“Superficial bitch”

“Brown nosing-“

You get cut off as he grabs your face, he tips your head back softly. Your lips brush against eachother making you gasp as you part them further. Your tongues touch with voltage, they dance against eachother and your eyes nearly roll back. Your arms are around his shoulders as his hands tangle into your hair.

Silence follows you both down the hall. Into his room. Before the door is closed his lips are on your neck, sucking and biting as you make quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

His hands nearly claw up your thighs to take two handfuls of your ass as his lips roughly crash onto yours again. Your teeth scrape together, tongues fighting for dominance. He pulls back panting, taking the straps of your dress and pulling them down your shoulder as you tug his hair needily.

Zip. The sound of his slacks falling in time with your dress. Nearly tripping over his pants, he shoves on the bed. Nothing about your movements are sensual. They are furious with hunger. He bites your neck as you claw his back, your flurry of breaths and whines are silenced as he pulls back.

You lay beneath him as the starkness of both of your expose bodies hits you. He lays kneeled between your legs, one hand gripping your waist. Both of your eyes survey eachother, mouths open in lust.

Finally they draw together, a gaze that only deepens the fire that is threatening to set the bed ablaze. He pushes into you making you gasp and arch your back. His thumb traces over your lip as he moves slowly, teasingly. His eyes never leaving yours.

Drawing breaths and gasps from your mouth as you feel yourself being stretched and released. His hand drops down slowly to wrap around your throat. His deep controlled pace never faltering, you expected fast and hard. Somehow the smooth, painfully slow and measured pace is maddening to you.

Your eyes roll back as you moan loudly, the heat coiling inside you threatening to snap as he draws out your orgasm. His hand squeezes as you scrunch your face, teetering onto the edge of your climax.

Right as the heady feeling rips through your body, he picks up his pace. It earns a breathy scream from your lips, he fucks you right through your peak. Hard. Making you writhe your hips and grasp at the hand still around your throat. White hot pleasure blinding out all of your other senses.

He smirks at you only making your hatred and desire intensify.

“You even fuck like a deranged-“ you start but he cuts you off by flipping you around. His hand clamping against your mouth as he takes you from behind.

“Shut up for the love of-“ he mumbles between thrusts and moans. He bites your shoulder softly as his free hand reaches between your legs to stroke your swollen clit.

You begin to come undone, making his excitement grow. Your legs give out from the intensity, as your stomach hits the bed he continues to fuck you into the mattress, the hand that held your mouth now softly tugging at your hair. He leans closer and you feel his breath tickling your shoulder blade, his moan near your ear nearly has you close again. Is this why all those girls are so obsessed with him? You wonder

“Get off” you mumble suddenly surprising him. He slowly pulls his hips away and you turn to look at him.

“Lay back” you tell him, he only raises his eyebrow in amusement.

“No” he says plainly as he moves to kiss you again.

You draw your lips away and smile, “Lay back or I leave”. He glares at you before letting himself lay back on the bed. You crawl over and straddle him, sinking your hips down onto him slowly as payback. He immediately grips your hips to move you but you surprise him by slapping him across the face softly.

“Patience” you whisper. He can’t help but smirk and loosen his grip. Your hips roll like waves in the ocean, his eyes shut and his head falls back as you ride him with the same intensity as he tortured you with.

“Fuck…” he mutters as you squeeze your kegel muscles and begin to snap your hips forward faster. His fingers dig into your waist as you both pant and moan.

“You really are a good little slut” he mutters and you draw your hand back again to strike but he catches your wrist and pulls you towards him.

You fall forward on his chest and he holds you there; bringing up his hips to take control and fuck you at a faster pace. Another sweet burn makes you whine into his chest as his arms interlock around the small of your back. His movements are getting sloppy and slower and he mumbles your name breathlessly.

“Oh fuck Y/N…oh “

Hearing your name escape his lips, is enough to throw you over the edge as you both buck and gasp into your shared climax.

A chorus of breaths overtake both of you, as you collapse onto him covered in sweat. You feel his arms ease up on you, his hand strokes your back softly. His lips nestling against your forehead.

“I want a rematch” he says as he pants,”to the duel. I need a rematch”.

You roll your eyes as you breathe into his chest.

“You’re impossible.”

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Found Tom Riddle

”Mattheo Riddle is a Doberman boyfriend!!” You’re right. This is definitely him.

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Tom Riddle x Y.N.

Hot Mess Part 1

2.8k words, angst/romance

You’re the resident Slytherin party girl, known for getting wasted with your best friend Mattheo and dancing on tables. Mattheo’s older brother Tom thinks you’re a joke, until you show him that playing with fire can be fun and he learns not to underestimate you.

Part 2

(Trigger warning: language, some mentions of drug use. Some sexual tension)

“Are you fucking deaf?” You see his sneer before you hear his words

“Excuse me?” You say only responding to the knit in his brow and the downturn of his lips.

“Are you fucking deaf, we’re up” Tom Riddle hisses at you under his breath.

Of course he makes sure only you hear it, as the perfect head boy holds out his hand. It’s an insincere gesture, you may be friends with his brother but neither of you can stand the other. You were a little bit of a mess, and Tom hates mess.

You disregard his hand, as if he was holding a frog out for you to take. You didn’t hear them call your name in dueling class, you could hardly focus.

Last night you and spent the better part of the evening taking shots with Mattheo until the room began to spin. In the morning your head felt cracked open, remnants of your braincells spilling out along with your ability to hear apparently.

You had sunglasses on, the light spilling in from the skylight was too much to bear. Before you slunk into the class, you had doubled over in the bathroom heaving in what some may consider to be ‘an unladylike manner’.

Your only salvation was a piece of peppermint gum you begged Pansy for. It helped, you felt a little bit of strength returned to you.

Enzo flanked your side giving you nervous look as your name was called with Tom’s. He was the top in the class. You didn’t seem as bothered as him, because you were closely following behind him. Most classes you barely skidded by, showing little promise besides charming the professors for a bump up in your grade.

Dueling however, you have a true knack for. Whether it was skill or your temper that fueled your abilities didn’t matter. You were good.

Enzo gave you a hand up the dueling platform, professor Fig approving of his own appointment of opponents. You were his favorite student and Tom was his strongest student.

You raise your wand to the ready when Fig stopped you.

“Are you going to spit out your gum Y/N?”

“Wasn’t planning on it .”

“And your sunglasses?”

“Nope”

The class erupted into laughter, it was a mix of amusement at your overconfidence and excitement to watch you be crushed by their favorite head boy.

Little did they know you had a plan. You had been watching him for a month in class. He was capable but formal. He followed the rules, every flick of the wand perfectly placed, every spell enunciated loudly and clearly.

To the naked eye. It didn’t take you long to realize that he was secretly casting Legilimens and reading his opponents mind. He was anticipating their every move. When you found out, you were so tempted to turn him in. Let him be found out so his perfect reputation would be tarnish. But then you decided humbling him was a much more satisfying route to take.

“Wands at the ready.”

You lifted your wand as he stared at himself in the reflection of your sunglasses, you blow a bubble pop your gum in his face just to piss him off.

“Disgusting creature” he scowled at you as you smirked letting the bubble pop onto your lips.

Don’t think just do. You warned yourself as you took strides away.

You both turned, he immediately cast as you caught. Then again. You only protected yourself from hits as he went at you a little harder than in most duels.

You felt the tiny needleprick in your head and you knew he was trying to read your mind. Even hungover you were able to occlude pretty decently since you anticipated his intrusion.

Two could play at this game you dirty cheater. You let that thought float to the top of his head.

Across the platform you saw a quick flash of shock on his face.

As you defended yourself you did the most difficult magical maneuver you had ever attempted. You held your occlusion while casting a wordless spell.

Expelliarmus you focused and to your excitement his wand flew and clattered. Everyone in the class grew quiet.

“Drop your wand riddle?” You ask smiling,”how clumsy of you”

For a split second the rage that registered in his face took your breath away. Then he smiled the charming smile that had every other girl in school staring at him with dreamy eyes.

“Well Miss Y/N, no need to brag, I know when I’ve been bested” his voice was so gracious and polite. His face almost beseeching. You knew better though.

After class you headed for your dorm in Slytherin, the hangover was intensified by the exhaustion of using wandless magic and occluding. On a regular day it would have tired you but now you felt absolutely spent. Tom cut you off in the common room.

“Get over here you little bitch” he said in a low tone dragging you by the arm to a corner where no one could witness his rage.

“How?” He towered over you, his handsome features darkened by anger and the shadows of the corner of the room.

You tipped your sunglasses onto your head and gave him a delicious grin.

“Oh I don’t know a thing you’re talking about Tom. No need to be a sore loser” you say your voice dipped with honey.

He yanked your arm so hard you know you’ll have bruises. You reach for your wand ready to duel him again or stab it in his eye you aren’t sure. Then Mattheo comes up.

“What gives?” He asks his brother, standing nearly between the two of you.

Tom releases your arm roughly and looks at Mattheo whose eyes are challenging him.

“Your little girlfriend was being a cheating twat in class” he snapped under his breath.

You glared at him,”me?”

Just as Mattheo puts his hand on Tom’s shoulder to mutter some sort of taming words you cut in

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

Mattheo looks over his shoulder and rolls his eyes at you.

Tom raises his eyebrow watching for Mattheo’s reaction

Mattheo is unphased. Any feelings he may have had for you vanished in year 3 when you became friends.

“She’s not worth it Tom,” Mattheo said,”right?”

His words are low and soft, calm and ready. He truly is the opposite of his cold, angry big brother.

“Hey!” You protest at the insult but Mattheo lifts his hand to shut you up and for once you do. Tom’s lips curl up into a smirk, the insult enough to tide his anger. For now.

“She is certainly not” Tom says as he walks away without as much as another glance your way.

As he does Mattheo lets out long breath of relief, his smile when he turns to you is devilish

“So I heard you bested my brother at a duel,”he is nearly giddy and it makes you laugh

“Utterly destroyed him,” you crack a smile that turns into a yawn. Finally solace awaits you in your dorm room where you fall asleep for hours.

Tom Riddle picked up a book on his desk and slammed it back down.

You had pissed him off so much, he couldn’t even study. It had been two years since he had lost a duel. To lose to you was beyond his belief.

Stupid. Vapid. Whore.

The words spinning in his head making his chest tighten. The image of you in your sunglasses, popping your gum onto your lipgloss was enough to make him throw the book at the wall of his dorm. He wanted to go curse you. His brothers stupid best friend who he never took seriously.

You barely skated by in your classes, you were popular, a party girl. If it wasn’t for your looks he was sure you wouldn’t have even registered on his radar.

He had to admit he liked watching you duel in class. The fiery way your temper overtook all sense of reason shilling out charms to quickly that you never even had to use a defensive charm.

Today was different, he thought. You had been cold, calculated, you had been watching him. The idea disturbed him deeply. The idea of someone as shallow and insipid as you studying him.

He of course, would now have to return the favor. He needed to know how a hungover mess like yourself manage to occlude and cast a wandless spell. Impossible.

It was after dinner when he saw you stumble out of your dorm in a pair of tiny pajama shorts and a ratty old t shirt. You sat next to Enzo where he and Theo were talking.

Tom was in an armchair across from them reading, hardly listening. Waiting.

He watched as you reached over and grabbed the bag of chips that Enzo was eating stuffing your mouth full and complaining about missing dinner.

“Finally sleep off that hangover?” Theo teased and you threw a chip at him.

Your eyes shift over to Tom who you can see is glaring at you in the corner of his eye.

“What can I say” she start smirking at him,”victory wipes me out”.

Tom’s eyes shift back down to his book,”Getting blackout drunk on a Wednesday is what wipes you out Y/N” he snaps.

Enzo sheepishly smiles at you both, always the peacekeeper.

“Speaking of getting black out drunk, what time are we getting bottles for the party on Saturday?”

You roll your eyes, “Draco is just sending his elf, I’m not worried about it”.

Tom put his book down,”party this weekend?”

You almost laugh, you hardly saw him at parties. Only to pick up one of his fan girls with a charming smile and quickly take them back to his room. You couldn’t count how many times you saw those same girls crying the next day. Heartbroken when he kicked them out the next morning in a hasty fashion.

“Yes in the common room” Enzo answered him eagerly.

“If you weren’t such a loser you would know” you added as the other guys shook their head at your aggressive words.

Tom quickly dipped into your mind, ‘god I hope he doesn’t go’ you lamented to yourself.

This made him grin as you immediately glared at him feeling the small pinprick in your head sending a thought to the top as you tried to occlude.

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD FUCKFACE” the thought practically screamed making him jump in his seat.

You both shared a look. Dripping in resentment.

Theo tugged the back of your hair,”wanna go smoke?”

You nod and scurry away with Enzo following Theo so he can help you get high enough to suppress the rage that Tom makes you feel.

Saturday comes too slow for Tom’s liking.

Although he is rife with anticipation, he doesn’t even bother to leave his room until close to midnight. The common room is thumping with the sound of music heavy with bass. The room is heady with the mixed smell of cologne, perfume, sweat and alcohol.

His arrival prompted the hungry eyes of many girls he hoped to avoid but a couple did swarm.

He politely grinned at them even throwing a wink as he scanned the room of writhing bodies around the dance floor looking for you. Some girl handed him a glass of bourbon, he sits down on a lounge chair as she saddles next to him. He sips and ignores her chatter, finally he spots you.

You stood on a coffee table, swaying your hips side to side to the rhythm of the music. You are saddled by Enzo and Mattheo. Mattheo has his hands loosely on the hips of a blonde Ravenclaw as he danced. Enzo’s fingers are clutching into your waist, his head is bent forward muttering something in your ear to tempt you but you only laugh.

Tom makes note of your tight, short dress and strappy heels. Such a tawdry display seemed to be held onto your body by just sweat and body glitter. He surveys heavy eyelids and parted lips instantly aware that you are not only tipsy but also must have smoked a joint beforehand.

Theo hands his blunt over to Mattheo, he lifts you by the waist sitting you on the bar top table.

You’re distracted pouring salt on the crook between your thumb and pointer finger. Mattheo takes a hit as he pours a shot glass of tequila handing it to you. You place it between your breasts easily.

“Gonna be a good girl for me Bella?” Theo asks with a smirk.

You roll your eyes before he sticks the lime in your mouth, “you know the only reason I let you do this is because I get to smack you right?”

Theo and Mattheo both laugh as Theo roughly shoves the lime between your lips. He licks the salt off your hand before shoving his face between your breasts making you roll your eyes. You draw your hand back and smack him just hard enough to make him laugh.

He delicately takes the lime from your lips with his teeth but you draw back only letting his lips brush against yours. Theo is forever unphased, picking the joint out of Mattheos fingers and taking a hit.

Tom watches this exchange greedily, with curiosity. He feels a hand on his thigh, and turns to see the little yappy girl smiling at him. He takes her chin in his hand and lets his lips fall on her ear.

“Go get me another drink darling” he says softly. She looks as if under a spell as she smiles eagerly and nods her head.

Tom stands up to lose her and heads over to where you sit. Enzo remaining hopeful, is begging to take a body shot.

“You know I can’t slap you Enz,”you tease,”you’re too cute”.

His eyes look up at you hungrily,”then don’t. Just let me take it”.

You tut and grin,”that’s against the rules”.

“What are the rules?” You nearly jump at the sight and sound of Tom. Although he’s been observing you half the night, you only barely become aware of his presence.

You stick your tongue in your cheek as you observe his appearance. You’re so drunk, so damn drunk, but you knew even sober he was fucking hot. His dark button down and slacks fit him perfectly. His stupid perfect hair and dark eyes. Your eyes drift down, making him smirk.

“You can only take a body shot if I get to slap you,”you mutter.

He grins and nearly shoves a protesting Enzo to the side.

“Show me”.

You raise your brow, doubting he would go through with it.

“I wouldn’t want to cause damage to your only redeemable quality” you tease squeezing his face.

He shoves your hand away and looked at Mattheo to pour the shot. He hands you the lime and watches as you lick your hand and salt it.

Mattheo nervously gives you a full shot of tequila observing as you and Tom lock in a glare.

Tom’s hands roughly dig into your thighs pulling you down the table closer to him as you let out a muffled noise against the lime in protest.

He snatches your wrist fingers pressing into your pulse point. His eyes keep yours as he licks the salt from your hand flicking his tongue.

If your mouth wasn’t full, you would have gasped. His hands squeeze your thighs again as he takes the shot from between your breasts, taking his time before tipping the glass into his mouth.

Theo, Enzo and Mattheo watch as they swim in horror and amusement.

You draw your hand back and slap him so hard his face goes to the side. It rings. Everyone around you is watching the show now. Crazy Y/N smacking the ever living magic out of Tom Riddle.

His hand snakes up and tugs the back of your hair pushing your face forward. In shock you drop the lime and instead feel his tongue plunge in your mouth. He kisses you roughly, leaving you breathless and biting your lip hard before he draws away nearly shoving your head back.

You push him away with your leg in frustration. God I hate him. But your mouth is still buzzing with the kiss. Theo and Mattheo are laughing at the two of you. Enzo is forlorn as he goes to hook up with another girl to get his mind off things.

You hop off the table to take a shot of your own but Tom lingers.

“Do I get to slap you next,” he teased with a grin.

“Only if you want my heel in your face” you snap back.

“Are you going to pretend you didn’t like it?” He stands so close his chest it on your arm

“I’m going to pretend it never happened, suck it easy Riddle,” your words are slurred but angry, “not if the entire magical race depended on it”.

He leans over so his breath tickles your ear,”I don’t like sluts anyway”. You both stare at each other, eyes burning in pure hatred. For a moment he falters, his eyes draw down and land on your lips. Even in your drunken stupor the tension send a little shiver down your spine. Tentatively you begin to lean forward. At your movement he draws back quickly, as if you were fire, leaving you wanting.

You watch as he leaves, grabbing the arm of some girl who happily followed him and they walk out of the party.

Part 2 here

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Tom: I want to kiss you. Y/n, not paying attention: What? Tom: I said if you die, I won't miss you.

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when canon gives you an underdeveloped character and you just have to make do:

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Lenora’s Love: A Tom Riddle Fanfiction

Final Chapter: I Hate You

Trigger warnings: angst, torture

Lenora broke Tom’s heart but he always gets the last word.

Lenora had no choice but to return home. For a week she hid away on a trip but when she returned she knew he would be waiting for her.

Abraxas met her at the train station, "Oh thank Merlin, you're alright"

She shot him a look, "What, were you worried Tom's toy would get damaged?".

He gave her a hurt look, "I did what I thought was best Nora, by the time he told me, it was too late, what could I have done".

"You could have told me." Tears stung her eyes, "you all could have told me".

When they arrived at the Malfoy home, she felt she was ambushed.

There the death eaters sat at the table. Tom's face was cold, as he watched her walk in. The seat next to him was empty.

She sat and her eyes scanned the guilty faces, until she came upon Black. He looked terrible, his face was bruised, eye was swollen, his arm twitching in pain.

"Tom!" She stood up and looked at him, "how could you!"

"Hold out your arm Nora"

She looked at him confounded, "Don't call me that!"

"Hold out your arm."

"Why did you hurt him? For being the only one brave enough to not lie to me!?"

Tom didn't react as she stood over him as he sat.

"He's twice the man you are, you COWARD" she screamed in his ear.

Tom looked over to Mulciber and nodded.

Mulciber got up from his chair and pointed his wand at Black whose shoulders rolled forward in anticipation.

"Mulciber stop this!" she said outraged.

"Your arm Nora" Tom said again, his flat tone never changing.

She looked around at the room but no one met her gaze.

"Brax, Avery....please"

They both looked ahead at nothing.

"Theo..?" Theo's eyes were wet, he looked down.

"Don't. do. it. Nora" Cygnus wheezed out.

Black took a ragged breath in as Mulciber held his collar the wand pointed at his neck.

Tom nodded and Mulciber uttered Crucio.

Black let out a yell and Nora grabbed her wand.

"Expelliarmus" Abraxas said and her wand flew clattering to the spell. She tried to muster a nonverbal but Tom blocked her without even trying.

Black continued to yell, writhing in his seat. Mulciber gripped his collar and he convulsed.

"STOP THIS PLEASE" she hit the table.

She looked hopelessly at Black who was near collapse. Her eyes scanned the table but no one met her eye except Abraxas who looked at her pleadingly.

"Your ARM Nora" Tom yelled finally looked at her.

Lenora's voice was small, tears spilled onto his cheeks, "....no".

"Then we'll kill him." Tom said dryly and Lenora screamed.

"NO TOM, I'll do it okay!?" she let out a cry and turned to him finally meeting his eyes.

She held out her arm , and he held his hand out to Mulciber who stopped the curse.

Tom's wand pointed at her forearm, she gasped as it burned. They locked eyes, a hint of softness in his behind his cold expression.

For a moment, looked wistful, hopeful. A skull appeared with a snake. She gasped at the sting. It felt like poison in her veins.

Toms eyes stayed on hers as tears fell down her face.

"I will never forgive you Tom" she shook her head,"I hate you".

His expression turned back to ice cold.

"Fine." Tom lifted his chin but did not meet her gaze, "As long as you come when I call".

Epilogue:

Everyone Apparated away except for Lenora and Black. Tom was the first, she looked at the rest coldly.

"You're as bad as him!" She screamed, "WORSE!"

Mulciber and Lestrange vanished without giving her a look.

Theo and Avery remained but couldn't meet her eye. Abraxas only watched her sadly.

"YOU WERE MY FRIENDS" she hit the table with every word.

She reached around her neck and ripped off the necklace. Tom's horcrux. She didn't want to carry a piece of him.

She slammed it onto the table. Nothing. No crack only a shrill noise from it. Over and over in anger she tried to smash it.

"Nora..." Abraxas started.

"AND YOU!" She let out one more anguished yell and whipped the necklace at Abraxas Malfoy. It hit his chest and landed with a thud.

"Give this back to your master, like the good little dog you are."

He picked it up and apparated away. They all did.

Lenora ran to Black. Her hands stroked his face and touched his hair. She crawled over to grab her wand and began mumbling healing spells.

"I'm so sorry" she said crying, "I'm just so sorry".

She lay his head on her lap and stroked his face.

Black winced and managed to muster a small smile, "the things I do to get your attention"

Lenora melted.

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Lenora’s Love: A Tom Riddle Fanfiction

Chapter 27: I Lost You

(Warnings: Angst, Dark Lord Heartbreak)

Lenora finds out Tom obliviated a year from her life and confronts him.

Tom Riddle couldn't stop fiddling with the small box in his pocket. The candles he enchanted were staring to drip with wax, he looked at his watch and paced around the grass. The creek behind him was bubbling softly.

A sound like a pop cracked through the atmosphere.

He turned to see Nora walking to him in strides. Her hair clung at her face, partially wet in the front, mascara dripped onto her cheeks, her face was red from crying.

"Darling what-" Tom started before he was blasted back. He thudded on the ground.

"HOW COULD YOU" she screamed.

"Nora-" he looked at her eyes, she stood above him her chest heaving.

She knew.

"I can explain darling" he sat up and she sent another bolt at him knocking him flat onto his back.

"Explain? EXPLAIN!?" She turned around, he couldn't tell if she was laughing or crying, "There is no explaining this Tom! My memories... I was ra-...we were" she couldn't catch her breath all of a sudden.

Everything was rushing back to her all over again.

Tom stood up quickly and tried to touch her but she shoved him with a scream.

"You were in pain, you were suffering..." Tom held his hands up and took a step back.

"BECAUSE OF YOU"

"I just wanted to save you. You couldn't function, you were... you needed help"

"Oh so you just decided to wipe my memory? A fresh start? So your precious Nora could be clean again?!"

Tom shook his head frantically, "No, no, I wanted you no matter what. I just chose to-"

"It was not your choice to make!'" Lenora's voice was almost hoarse from screaming.

Tom tried to search for the words, he couldn't take the look of hurt on her face. She shook with rage.

"You are no better than them!" She turned, her fingers raked through her hair, her nails digging into her scalp.

She thought of him carrying her down the hall at Hogwarts. Running her the bath.

"Lenora, please let's just ta-" his voice sounded desperate.

He always thinks he can just wash away the pain. The lies.Erase it.

She held out her wand "CRUCIO"

Tom dropped to his knees yelling out, his whole body on fire. He felt like a thousand cuts rippled against his skin.

He was crumpled on the floor.

She dropped the spell and he coughed and sputtered.

"I lost something!" she stood over him yelling "you stole my memories, my autonomy!"

His eyes were full of tears as he stood.

"I lost something too" his voice was ragged, she realized he was crying.

"I lost you" his shoulders shook as faced the away trying to hide, "I lost you again and again. Every day"

CRUCIO she hit him again and he fell ragged on the floor crying out.

"Stop Nora please... please"

She withdrew the spell and sobbed, she cradled her own head, exhausted.

He turned to her again, his eyes were red and glassy, he reached out to touch her face but she only drew away in anger.

"Lenora please" he tried to calm his breaths that were ragged from sobs.

Lenora shook her head in disbelief, she never believed he was capable of crying and yet he raveled in front of her, his hand pressed on his chest.

She stopped moving away letting him step in front of her. He touched the side of her face with deep relief that she didn't pull back.

How pathetic she was before. All she ever wanted was for him to-

"I love you." His words hung between them and she placed her hand on his, their eyes clung to each other for a moment, "I've always loved you" his forehead touched hers.

They cried together holding onto each other.

It's too late.

She shook her head, a single tear fell down her cheek, "that's not love"she said softly.

He tried to kiss her but she turned her head and he cried against her cheek.

"I'm sorry...you have to forgive me darling please" he sputtered.

"I can't "gave him a tearful look as she apparated away.

Abraxas found him. He didn't know how long Tom had been sitting there. His stare peered at nothing, his whole face seemed devoid of any emotion.

The red in his eyes gave him away.

"My lord?" Abraxas asked, "are you okay?"

Tom picked up the box and threw it. It landed with a splash in the creek, the water sweeping it away.

"Where's Nora?" Abraxas asked.

"She knows" he said. Abraxas face paled greatly, he felt nauseous.

"How?" He asked.

"Black betrayed me. Betrayed us " Tom's voice was flat. He looked up at Abraxas and his face almost crumpled but he took a breath and regained his composure. When he stood, the anguish was replaced by rage.

"Tom.." he said, "What happened".

"Bring him to me" Tom said, "now".

Everyone. Everyone knew.

Everyone betrayed her.

Lenora could barely breathe, she apparated back to the train station . She didn't know why. She only knew she needed to be as far away from Tom as possible. Farther than she could ever apparate away.