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Someone To You

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A/N: Think of this as a world where the Malfoy were also spies because they knew they wouldn't be able to protect their goddaughter. If the dark lord found out she was born of a muggle-born. Draco would help Harry in this world and Snape lived in this world. Now they are repeating their seventh year because of all the chaos. Or you can imagine this as a world where Voldemort stayed dead and Dumbledore rid the world of most of the Horcruxes.

“I hate you,” she said as Draco felt himself being pulled into a rough kiss.

“Whatever makes you feel better love,” he responded, knowing that would send her off.

“You are the most frustrating person I have ever met and I hate you”, she responded.

“And yet here we are again," Draco remarked as he smiled, taking this chance to switch positions. Until then he had found himself pinned against a wall in a darker part of the hallways. As much as Draco would want to say he wasn't used to this, it was something that happened often, especially when it came to Lilith Eileen Snape. She was the one who never seemed to want him in ways most girls do. While most girls that sought after Draco would send love letters or potions. Lilith seemed to prefer pulling Draco into a random area before giving him a time he would never forget. She had been doing this since their fourth year. In fact, after the yule ball, she had been particularly angry and Draco had a rough night. As after his usually perfect hair was a mess along with his tux, bites of hickies covering him. While a more rational person would put a stop to this, Draco wasn't one, as he was hopelessly in love with Lilith Eileen Snape. The way her long auburn hair would flow down, the ways her eyes would stare straight into him, the way she could think of a comeback without hesitating. How one moment she seemed so confident and feisty but could be sweet after enough time. So if all she wanted was some casual making out who was Draco to stop her? He was more than willing to let her. While in the past he had tried to date other girls since it was a casual arrangement, Draco had long learned it was hopeless. So he let himself be pulled in by Lilith. Draco was snapped out of his thoughts with a soft hit to his head.

"If you aren't going to do anything then maybe I should leave," Lilith said with her arms crossed impatiently.

Seeing this Draco snapped back to normal and made himself focus on what was happening. If he didn't then she would go somewhere else and Draco didn't want that. "Sorry love just got distracted," Draco said as an easy smile crossed his face.

"Oh distracted, am I not good enough for you to focus solely on me?"

"No love, you are perfect love."

Lilith then pulled Draco in by his tie. "If that's true then focus on me and only me."

Draco let out a smile hoping his eyes didn't show how hopelessly in love he was with her. "No problem love."

Once he said this Draco once again let himself fall into the arms of this woman he held so dear just as he had every other time. Draco had begun to trail kisses down her collarbone sucking every so often leaving purple hickies. "This is the last time we will be doing”, Lilith had started to say before she let out a soft noise.

Hearing this Draco let out a small smile. This wasn't the first time she had said this. She had been saying this ever since their first hookup. This was something Draco was so used to he stopped taking it seriously. “You say that every time, yet here we are love." The tone Draco used was the same teasing tone he used whenever he responded to her after she said those words.

“Yes, but this time it will be the last time," Lilith said as she said every other time.

“Okay whatever you say,” Draco responded as he let himself get lost in the warmth of Lilith rather than stop as they usually did. This time things went further as Draco was soon pulled in the direction of the dungeons. All while Lilith continued to press her lips against his. After that, any rational thought Draco had was lost as he found himself lost in the company of Lilith. The last thing Draco could remember was putting the used condom into the trash can before all he saw was black.....

Draco woke up to a bit of light shining through the curtains of Lilith's room. As Draco lifted his arms to stretch them above his head as he slowly got up. As he took a look at his sleeping companion, her long hair spread across the pillow, her breathing evened, and a look of peacefulness on her face. Draco hadn't seen that look on her in who knows how long. She would usually never let them get as far as they did only a few other times had they gotten as they had, usually kicking him out before they could go that far. Yet seeing Lilith sleeping so peacefully and at ease, Draco couldn't help but give her a look of absolute love. At that moment all he wanted was to sit there and watch her sleep. Greet her with a kiss good morning, tell her how much he loved the night before and how much he loved her now. He couldn't do that because they didn't do that, while to him it wasn't a mistake to her it was. As Draco let out a deep sigh before he slowly slid out of the bed, as he went in search of his clothes picking them up bit by bit as he put them on himself. Draco thought he had gotten away when he crossed the door near the exit of the dungeon he saw Snape lying in wait for him.

"Mr. Malfoy care to tell me why you are here when you are supposed to be in your dorm," Snape said in his usual monotone voice.

This caused Draco to be startled as his heart spiked for a moment looking at his godfather. "I was merely returning something your dear daughter let me borrow godfather," Draco said trying to act as if he wasn't lying.

"I see so you need to go to her room to do so."

"I didn't want to wake you and seeing as the door was unlocked I thought I might do it myself."

"So it wasn't you that I found in my daughter's bed earlier this morning Mr. Malfoy."

It was at that moment that Draco knew that lying was pointless. "So you knew?"

"I had a hunch something was going on, but seeing you two last night proved it. Now while I would rather not know the details of your involvement. I would like to know you at the very least used protection."

"Yes, godfather we did use protection."

"I see now," Snape started to say as he got up from his chair and made his way toward Draco. "Mr. Malfoy, would you care to tell me what your intentions towards my daughter are? If I feel you even lie a bit I wouldn't hesitate to find out myself and this time Lucius won't be able to save you. So think about your answer honestly before you choose to answer."

At this Draco let out a sigh as he walked to one of the spare chairs as he slumped down there was no use in hiding from Snape. "As much as I would like to answer that question godfather, even I don't know what I am to your daughter."

"I see then perhaps it would be more appropriate to ask you Mr. Malfoy what my daughter is to you."

At this Draco got a look full of love, a look he was forced to hide especially around Lilith. "Well godfather, to me your daughter is my everything. My entire world is her."

"Is that so, then why aren't you with her?"

"Because it's her choice and she doesn't seem interested in me that way."

"Then why might I ask were you in her room," Snape asked as he walked towards where Draco was sitting and leaned in close. " If I find out that you forced my daughter to do anything, Mr. Malfoy, I will ensure I will make your life one you will regret and Lucius won't be able to save you."

Snape continued to look right into Draco's eyes until once he saw he made a point he pulled back and sat down. As Draco seemed to figure out what he was going to say. "No, I didn't force your daughter to do anything. Only a fool bigger than Potter and Weasel-Bee would do such a thing."

"If that's so then I will again ask, what is she to you?"

"She's my everything, but to her, I seem to be only a mere convenient person to be around."

"I see and Mr. Malfoy if I were to ask her what you would want to do if she was something more what would you do then?"

Hearing this Draco saw this as a chance to finally tell someone the thoughts he had held for Lilith since they first met. Feelings that had only gotten stronger no matter how many people Draco tried to see. "If I was someone to her, I would date her, and maybe at the end of it all, I would get down to one knee and ask her to be mine forever. If she said yes I would marry her and ensure I could give her the best of me until the day I die. If she wanted to have children I would ensure both she and our children would be happy and be with her until the end. But at last godfather, it's only a mere thought and nothing more." Draco proclaimed with a sigh before slumping down into the chair.

"Well, perhaps you should make it more than that."

"You think I haven't tried that? Every time I even approach the subject she just says that it's nothing more than a convenient arrangement for her."

"I see, well it seems my dear daughter has inherited my habit of mine," Snape said with a small chuckle.

"Habit, what habit godfather." Hearing this Draco had a confused look on his face.

"I am not sure if Lucius has informed you of this, but I have a habit of pushing people away if I get too close to them to protect them. Worse comes to worst I may say something I may not mean."

"You think Lilith does this?"

"It would make sense seeing as she is my daughter and she can't have gotten it from anyone else."

"I see, well it doesn't matter anyway because I am sure we will continue to do this."

"Is that so Mr. Malfoy," Snape asked getting ready to move.

"Likely, but I promise that you won't see me in her room again. That was a mistake."

"Is that so Mr. Malfoy? Are you not going to fight for her?"

As tempting as this sounded to Draco he knew better than this. "I know if I tried it would only fail."

"So you would rather give up than try, that doesn't sound very Slytherin-like."

"Well, I would rather not risk losing her so sure it's weak, but what other choice do I have."

Hearing this Snape let out a deep sigh as this sounded like deja vu. "You know once upon a time I screwed up and didn't fight my dark side enough, and because of that, I lost a woman I love. Rather than risk losing the fight I ended up losing the woman I loved to a man I hate twice."

"Wait you lost her to a man you hated twice?" Draco had a confused look on his face.

"It seems Lucius didn't inform you enough, because my daughter's mother is Mr. Potter's mother something I have long told her."

"Wait, then why isn't she with Potter?"

"Lily dropped her by my doorstep shortly after she was born with a note telling me that she had told Potter's father that she had lost the other. Having another person hold her until she retrieved her. As for not telling Potter, Albus insisted I not tell Potter for fear of damaging his mother's name."

"Does Lilith know this?"

"She began to ask questions and I saw no reason to hide her parentage from her."

"I see, so that's why her name was Lilith."

"Yes, I couldn't make it Lily seeing as it may be a little too obvious of her parentage."

"I see."

"Now Mr. Malfoy back to the matter of your and Lilith's relationship. You and my daughter are much different than Potter's mother and I was. You can choose to do something rather than be in fear."

"You make it sound like it is such a simple matter."

"It is a simple matter, Mr. Malfoy."

"But what if it isn't, then what do I do," Draco asked, and as he said then a cough made Draco look to see that Lilith was up and dressed her wand in hand.

"Well, you could always ask me rather than talk to my dad about it."

"Lilith," Draco said as Lilith made her way towards Draco.

"I see you can speak Malfoy and here I thought you could only speak to my dad."

"How much did you hear love?"

"Enough to tell you that I feel the same way towards you. That I only kept it casual so you wouldn't break my heart. But it seems I only broke your heart in the process, blond ferret," Lilith said as got closer to Draco.

"Seriously, blond ferret, must you remind me of when that mad professor turned me into a ferret."

"Always and if I recall you were the one being an ass."

"Remind me why I love you?"

"You tell me."

Draco was about to say something when Snape cleared his throat reminding them he was there. "Now that is settled I would prefer you take whatever it is you plan to do away from me."

Both Lilith and Draco blushed red before leaving out of the dungeons as they spent the rest of the day saying things they should have said forever ago. As finally, they were someone to the person they wanted to be someone with and that was all that mattered to them.

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nepentheansea · 7 months

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Pacify Her

𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ・𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆

premise: The devil was real, and you were prepared to do anything for him.

pairing: Professor Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader

warnings: dark elements, toxic obsessions, possession (but not the scary supernatural kind) smut (p in v-fingering-etc) tom riddle (his own warning) there is probably a lot more...

wc: 4.2k

a/n: this is beautiful and I don't care if you don't agree. shoutout to @demiguisemoon for keeping me company throughout this ride.

enjoy the playlist that I made for this story!

He never truly knew what you were capable of, or more so what his influence would do to you, and that was the problem. He had completely underestimated you, and that would be not only your downfall, but his as well. Pretty and pliant, that's what you were to him, the perfect match, not only intellectually, but emotionally as well. You suited him. From the moment you stumbled into his compartment on the train, down to the moment that you sat down in front of him, not a word muttered, but yet a conversation was had. You understood him, and quite frankly, he understood you, or so he believed.

No one understood him the way you did, the way that you clung to his every word like gospel. Feeding into his absurdities, but never once looking at him as if he was wrong. You supported him. Truth was you were obsessed. Incomplete and broken without him, much like a wounded bird, someone he could fix, take care of, mould into something he wanted, and you lived for it. Lived for the moments that he taught you, helped you, controlled you. The moments where he needed you and only you. At his beck and call in the late hours of the night, or for the favours that could ultimately get you expelled, for anything he wanted, and you’d do it, obediently. You were his. You belonged to him from the first moment, and though neither of you knew it, he belonged to you.

“Is this seat taken?” You asked, slipping into the compartment faster than he could respond, but he didn’t. He pulled his nose from the daily prophet to study you. He had never seen you before, which was odd considering you were in his house, the green and silver snake adoring your breast, a Slytherin, and a pretty one at that, an old soul and kindred spirit…of sorts. There was something in the way you looked at him, that dutiful look in your piercing eyes, a look as if you could see into the deepest darkest depths of his soul, something he was certain he had well hidden, and yet what you saw didn’t alarm you. Somehow it didn’t scare him, it intrigued him, you intrigued him. He watched as you slid the door closed behind your back, before sliding into the seat across from him, hands trapped behind your back, and your head cocked to the side as you studied him. The slightest of smiles on your face. He should have known then, known what you would become to him, but he could never have suspected you to be as such.

Frail and malleable, obsessed and devoted, and you were his. His star, his pet, his property. You grew to need him, unable to do without the moments you shared with him. You found yourself lingering in the back of his classes, hoping that he would catch a fleeting glimpse of you, needing you for something, anything, to utilise you, need you. For the moments that he’d call for you in the late hours of the night, for the small favours that could leave you expelled or worse, with the promise that nothing bad was going to happen to you, he wouldn’t let it. The hours that you spent with him, soon turned to days, weeks, stealing away any moment that you could, eager to please, to be close. Somewhere in the dim candle light of his office, stolen glances, gentle touches, words exchanged. Finding yourself desperate for the after hours of study in the library, the ones where you could find him making his way from the restricted section, his pretty nose stuck within the pages of his books. Knowing you were there, dutifully watching him, waiting for the right opportunity to seek him out or for him to call for you.

Your life had become dull. Classes lacked challenge, you found little to no enjoyment in day to day activities, your friends became distant memories, dramatic, but even your mundane routines lost flavour. All you had was him, and the little periods of time you spent by his side. At his beck and call, seduced by the ways he consumed you. Your mind, your body, and most definitely your tainted soul. He knew it too, knew that he could use you for anything his heart desired, that you would do nothing but obey him, follow blindly if he requested it of you, no questions to be asked. A perfect pawn, follower. The more eager you became, with the incessant need to do more, be more for him, he took to it. Giving you more and more to do. It had soon become a list of tasks, simple favours as he would call it. Hide this, seek out this, do this…And you did, you did all of it.

Your blood rushed as you closed the office door behind you, back pressed against the firm wood, hands clasped behind you, as your eyes scanned the dimly lit room until you found him. In the centre of the room, sat plainly in his chair, eyes roaming your eager figure. He looked as though he sat on a throne, one of his own creation, his arms extended out on the sides of the chair, comfortable and yet cold, observant. “Did you get it?” was all he said, leaning forward over his desk, the faintest traces of a smile on his face when the stifled giggle of yours fleas from your lips. You held it up, in the palms of your small hands presenting it to him, the book he had sent you to find. Restricted, forbidden even, and you had managed it, with his help of course. “Of course.” you whispered. He beckend you over with the bend of two slender fingers, and you moved on your own volition, approaching him with such eagerness. He took the book from your palms, his fingers ghosting over your soft skin, and you wonder if it was on purpose. “Good girl.” There it was, the praise you strove for, the praise that came from him and him only. The slightest flick of his wand had the door clicking locked, as his eyes came to study you once more. There was a fascination in his gaze, the way his eyes softened to you, desperately trying to hide the hunger that he felt towards you. You had something that he had never quite found in anyone else, something that made him crave you more than he had for anyone else…and there it was, the thought that you were his and only his.

His eyes left you, meeting the pages of the book you had stolen for him, consuming every word on the stale worn parchment. While he was entranced, devouring the text, you were devouring the sight of him, leaning over the desk, eyes droning over the pages. He was stunning this way. The crease in his brow, eager to learn, and you were right there with him, desperate to know just what held him so captivated, leaning over his desk in hopes of catching the slightest bit of the contraband he had tasked you with stealing, no concern for what could have happened to you if you had been caught. But you knew that somehow, if that had been the case, he would have protected you, always, he would be there. His eyes darted up from the page, a lustful hunger to them, but for you or for the knowledge he had been enthralled with, you weren’t sure. “Look.” he instructs, slumping back in his chair, gesturing to the page, the hints of a smile on his lips. Clasping your hands behind your back, you leaned over the mahogany desk, feeling the hem of your uniform riding up in the back, exposing yourself to him as you did your best to read what was before you, eyes focussing on the text of ancient runes. It wasn’t of much use, you simply couldn’t read it. “I can’t read it, sir.” you mutter, chancing a look back at him. His eyes were shamelessly crawling up the length of your bare legs, and to the swell of your ass. He had looked at you like this before, that strained look in his eyes, like he was in deep thought but those thoughts were ones that he would never quite say aloud, the smallest of smirks on his lips, as he dragged his tongue along them. “I see..” he remarks, slowly pulling his gaze away from your ass, to meet your much more innocent gaze. It was one of his favourite things to do. To teach you, to watch you learn from him. It gave him the sweetest sense of power and meaning. “And what would you have me do about that, darling?” He leaned forward, his eyes cold and narrowed, but that flick of amusement dancing across them.

“Read it to me?” It was a simple request, your voice strong and confident. You wanted to know, wanted him to show you, and he seemed to like the idea. Tom hummed, a sweet sound of satisfaction, as his slender fingers wrapped around your dainty wrist, pulling you down onto his lap, a gesture he had never quite done before. He was confident in his motions, calculated and collected. He knew what he wanted, and that was you. His hands remained on your hips, fingers drumming on your thighs. “Read it to you, hmm?” He hums, delicately brushing a strand of your hair away from your neck, the tips of his fingers ghosting over your throat. Goosebumps lining your skin, while his other hand trailed slowly up your bare thigh. Gentle touches that were purposeful, and well measured. Even in this, he was in control. In control of himself, and of the situation. “How will you ever learn if I just read it to you?” “Teach me then..” you blurt, your voice had never been so soft, so demanding and yet desperate. “Sir..” you add, looking back at him. His thumb had started to draw soft slow patterns on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your cunt. “Teach you….” You could see that he was mulling it over…”teach you…” he cooed in approval, a sinister grin consuming his face. “Very well, darling, teach you, I shall.” He gave a hearty squeeze to your thigh, your breath hitching and your body tensing for a brief moment in his lap, shifting your attention back to his face. Pretending as if he couldn’t see the way your eyes studied him, the way they seemed to have heart shaped iris that were only for him.

His own gaze was casted past you, eyes scoured the pages before him, looking for something suitable to turn into a lesson. His hands still wandering aimlessly on your skin. “Here…let's start simple…” He leaned back enough, turning to look at you, his breath fanning across your lips from being so close. His eyes trailing up your features until his eyes met yours. “This rune here…” he starts, grasping your jaw with his index and thumb, turning your face, back to the book. “This rune…’othilia’ corresponds to the Latin letter…?” “o.” you state, looking to him for approval, his approval. A soft smile was all he gave you. “And what do you think it means…” His hand, resting under your skirt, had found its way to the crease of your hips and thighs, squeezing at the supple flesh, while his thumb thrummed against your clothed cunt. You found it hard to concentrate, to really look at the shapes on the page, but you had to. “Um…power, wealth?” you tried, letting out a breathy sigh, when his thumb found its way into the damp fabric of your panties, rolling soft circles into your swollen clit. You felt his lips against your ear, your head lulled back against his shoulder. “It means, heritage, possession..” he punctuated the last word with a flick of his thumb, a gesture that had a sweet moan falling from you. With precision he gently rolled his finger over your bud, nipping at your ear with each sweet sound you let out. “Focus….” he coos, drawing your half lidded eyes back to the book. “This one, ‘mannaz’, tell me its correspondent…” Your mind was muddled. He had pulled the wet fabric away from your cunt, traipsing his slender fingers through your folds, collecting your sweet arousal, teasing your entrance as he waited for your response. “Go on…what is it.?” You hummed softly, searching your mind for what it could possibly be. “Um..it’s ‘m’ the latin ‘m’..” you whimpered, feeling the intrusion of a single digit slipping into your sopping heat. He was rewarding you, with each correct response you gave him. “And what does it mean?”

You weren’t sure how much of this he really thought you could handle, not with the way that his finger was slowly thrusting in and out of you, his thumb languidly massaging your tender clit. He was watching you, his own gaze lidded, dark. Hungry. He was enjoying this, enjoying the way that he had you, pulling answers from you with simple touches. “Don't make me stop, what does it mean?” he teases, and yet somewhere in the pit of your stomach, you knew that he would. That he would leave you high and dry at a moment's notice. Your eyes had fallen closed, summoning all of your strength to answer him, as he slipped another finger into you, curling them against your sweet spot, just to feel your breath hitch and your body shutter in his grasp. You could feel the way that his cock had hardened beneath you, kept from you by the confines of his trousers, and it did little to help you focus any, it was cruel. “It means…ma-man?” you gasped out, his pace increasing. His lips met the side of your neck, tenderly kissing every bit of exposed skin that he was presented with, careful not to leave a single mark on that delicate skin of yours. “Very good..” he coos, his hot breath felt on your neck and ear. His fingers toyed relentlessly with your aching cunt, his thumb circling your clit gently, and his lips littering chaste kisses to your exposed skin. He had quickly given up on the lesson at hand, now far too consumed in the way that you were writhing happily in his grasp, soft sweet sounds escaping past your lips. Your back arched into him, your head resting on his shoulder as you lost all coherency. Lewd sounds left you like a sinful prayer, trickling past your lips with no real power to stop them.

You whined, feeling the emptiness in your cunt as he pulled his fingers from you, only to have them brought up to your chapped lips, as he slid not one but both fingers into your mouth, pressing down on the pad of your tongue. A silent order, to taste yourself, to clean up the mess that you had made, and you did without hesitation, closing your lips around them, letting your tongue lap up any and all of the arousal that coated his fingers. He cooed, sweet and simple praises, between delicate chaste kisses to your neck. His free hand wanders the expanse of your neck, down to the top of your blouse, deftly popping the buttons one by one. His touch was featherlight, a mere ghost over your skin, and such a thing allowed for goosebumps to litter your skin. His thumb circles your nipple through your thin bra, smiling against your neck as it perks at his touch. He loved the possession he had over your body, the way you would let him do whatever to it as if it was his own, and you would argue that it was. That it belonged to him, that you belonged to him.

You weren’t sure when it changed, the suddenness of it all, but you found yourself being gently laid down against the hard polished wood of his desk, your back draping over the materials he had been studying, and your skirt pushed up your waist. His body hovered over yours, his hands gliding up under the blouse that he had worked open, greedily exploring the exposed skin, his head ducked and lips ghosting over the spot his hands had touched mere seconds ago. Your eyes had fallen shut somewhere along the way, relying on your other senses completely. Gentle kisses, soft bites, and languid movements of his tongue as he dragged it up your sternum and neck, taking in the sweet smell and taste of your delicate skin. You arched into his touches, soft sweet sounds escaping you at every one. Each of your senses flooded with nothing but him. His lips were pending over yours, a silent acknowledgement, that everything would be on his terms, and you were okay with it.

He didn’t bother to kiss you, and you didn’t request it of him either.

Tom made quick work of removing his trousers, before his hands slid up your thighs, fingers ghosting over your cunt, teasing you just enough to keep you present in the moment. He hooked his fingers over your panties and pulled them aside, the cool air hitting your bare cunt, a soft hiss escaping your lips. With his free hand, Tom wrapped his slender fingers around your chin, using his index and thumb to pull your face up to his. His eyes were cold, animalistic desire dwelling past the dark shade of brown. He tilted your head down so that you could watch the way his swelling cock slid into your tight cunt, forcing you to understand that he owned you, now in body as well.

Your mouth hung open in a silent gasp, the unrelenting feeling of him stretching you out was nothing shy of pain, but a sweet sweet pleasure. He watched your face, mocking the way you fell silent, with a sly smirk to his perfect lips. He forced you to watch every sinful inch of him disappear deep into your greedy cunt, time and time again. He wanted you to understand, to grasp the claim he had on you. You were being rewarded for your diligence, for your obedience, and he wanted you to know that you were his, only his. No one else could touch you like this, that's what he was saying to you.

Tom let go of your face, as he gripped your hips, jerking you towards the edge of the table. Your hands fall back to support you, arching your back slightly as you watch him with lidded eyes. As he moved, his pace picking up with each passing moment, you began to lose yourself to the delicious drag of his heavy cock, your sinful mantra of moans and whimpers filling the dark empty spaces of his office. His fingers gripping onto the soft pliable flesh of your thigh and hip was bruising, another simple yet effective reminder of who you belonged to.

He watched each little tick of your face, each pleasure filled twitch of your lips as you fought off a smile at the feeling of him, taking in each little puff of air that left your parted lips, each pant and moan of satisfaction. He coaxed nothing but the best out of you, building your release at his own desire, his own pace. Your head fell back, your eyes falling closed as you did. You were consumed by the feeling of him and your body was reacting to it in the only way it knew how.

You felt his hand leave your thigh first, before feeling it wrap around your throat, his long slender fingers wrapping around the curve of your jaw, as he willed you to look at him once more.

“You keep those pretty little eyes of yours…on me,” he whispered forcefully. There was no room for mistake, you would watch him as he possessed every part of you. He controlled it all, and you’d let him, you’d let him do it forever.

That's when it all changed.

He had been sweet seduction, and the thought alone drew you closer….until she came along. Professor. Hawkethorn had never been his match, not the way you were. She didn’t understand him, she didn’t see him for what he truly was. She had fallen trap to his charm, and that was only the surface. You watched it happen, your late night sessions with him faded, he seemingly didn’t need you as much, and he gave not even the slightest inkling why. He said nothing, entertained nothing, did, nothing. His time seemed occupied, but not by you, by her. Selvine Hawkethrone, the new history of magic professor.

Fine, checkmate. He didn’t want to see you? then you would make him. See you at your fullest, see that you were always there, that you had never left, and more importantly, that you were still very much his to possess.

He needed to see you, not her. He had no business with her, she wouldn’t do the things that you did for him, you were certain of that. She was only a disruption, a threat to what you guys shared, and she had to go. You wanted to show him your devout loyalty, the extremes that you were willing to go to keep him, to protect him, to *serve* him, and so you would.

You sat in *his* chair, his office dark and cold, nothing that you minded, as you waited…waited to hear the sound of polished heels clack on in the smooth stone outside the door. You pulse steady as the door opens, a small sliver of light filling the room.

“Tom?” her soft voice echoed off the shelves of books, as she warily stepped inside. Once the door was shut, you waved your wand lazily, the candles that surrounded his office springing to life with a dull crackle. Her eyes met yours immediately, and they widened almost as if they had seen something they shouldn’t have. She looked fearful. You had a crazed look in your eyes, as you looked over her in silence. She was pathetic, dressed in her best clothes as if she was expecting to meet Professor Riddle, and that's exactly what you had told her, in your little letter. Told her to meet you here, that you desired to see her, all pretending to be your dear dear professor, and she fell for it. Pathetic.

“You don’t deserve him….” you said, your tone hollow, as you watched her flinch slightly. “Did you really think that he would want you? Send for you? Come on Selvine…you have more sense than that…” you continued, pulling yourself to stand up, walking around the desk, your fingers taunting the flame of the candle. “Professor…you were never going to be his match, his equal…he is destined for great things and you were never going to be the one to help him fulfil that…your just….” You gestured to her with the tip of your wand as if to say something cruel, your face contorted in disgust. “Weak, you're just plain….ordinary…” you said, a mock tone of pity, your face in a frown.

Selvine said nothing, but reached for her wand slowly, not sure what to expect from you, but you saw it…”ah ah ah, don’t do that..” you warned. You were now pointing your wand directly at her, your grip firm and unwavering. You take a deep breath, tired of this moment…Selvine opened her mouth to say something but you were quick to silence her, ”Save it professor, you shouldn’t touch things that aren’t yours.”

You flicked your wrist and a green jet of light bursted out of the tip of your wand without remorse. You watched with glassy, transfixed eyes as her lifeless body crumbled to the floor with a thump. The simple unforgivable curse stealing what small pathetic life she had out of her. She was gone. Dead. you lowered your wand to your side, and stood there, slightly shocked by what you had done.

Tom had slipped out from a dark corner of his office, one where he had stood, watching the entire thing transpire before his eyes. His cold gaze watching you as he approached. Your eyes snapped up to meet him, startled, and unaware that he had been watching the entire time..but that meant that he had seen it, seen the lengths you would go to just for him. You had used the unforgivable curse, for him, something that you had never done before.

You felt yourself soften, at his appearance, as he stepped over the lifeless body like it was nothing but scum beneath his foot as he approached you. Gripping your chin like a child as he pulled you to meet his gaze. He almost looked pleased, a small sense of approval in his tepid gaze.

“You can't tell anyone, Professor, I did this for you...she was a threat, and I took care of it, I killed her for you...for us.” you pleaded softly, scared that you had upset him.

The darkness he lurked in had always been seductive, and when he held out his hand to guide you, how could you say no. You followed, eyes never leaving his, entranced by the beauty of it all, the beauty of the power and knowledge that he possessed. And he was going to share it all with you. It was then that you knew, the devil was real, and you were prepared to do anything for him. “I won’t tell anyone, it's our little secret.”

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