Hiya everyone!
So I'm back!
Now, I just want to quickly say something about my other stories- Saving the Life of Peter Pevensie and Friends with the Enemy...I have been working on the both of them, however, the computers at school crashed and well, I lost all of my files...so I will have to start again which is a shame because they were both over 2000 words. Never mind ;\
Ok, so I don't know if this is going to be a OneShot or not but I do believe that it's a bit too short (and kinda silly) for a OneShot, so I might add another chapter, but if I do, it probably won't be in the near future because I'm currently in the middle of the 'midsemester' exams.
I am so, so very sorry for not updating those stories and I do understand your frustration because I certainly feel that frustration also.
Now, enough of my babbling!
Disclaimer: The characters and world of 'Harry Potter' belongs solely to the great J.K Rowling. Any material that is unfamiliar to you- such as a character- is probably one of my own creations and therefore belongs to me. Lyrics belong to Superchick.
And though I can't understand why this happened,
I know that I will when I look back someday,
And see how you've brought beauty from ashes,
And made me as gold purified through these flames-
Superchick- Beauty from pain
The fact that Tom Riddle woke with a pounding headache was incredibly odd; he hadn't had a headache in years, not after he had been hit by one of the girls at the orphanage for beheading one of her dolls behind her back. No, Tom Riddle had thought that these small, 'normal' human pains were beneath him, and in any case, they shouldn't have been crippling him to this extent.
Groggily, he opened one eye and grunted ineloquently as the blinding bright light streamed unfiltered through the windows, directly into his eyes.
He made to lift his arm to shield his face from the unwanted brightness when a weight he hadn't felt before made itself known.
That was the moment that he realised he wasn't alone in the bed.
Closing his eyes, head pounding and heart beating like a drum, he turned his head to the side to see just who was sharing his bed.
Ugh, NO! ANYONE BUT HER! He silently screamed to himself.
Short black hair, pale skin, rosy cheeks... it could only be Victoria Hayes, the Head Girl.
She was infuriating, disgusting, putrid, annoying, slimy, Mudblooded Gryffindor FILTH!
He couldn't believe that she was lying next to him, he couldn't believe that he had let his control slip even for one night, he was furious.
Trying his best to ignore the hammering in his head and the feeling that his eyes might just explode, he sat up and took a second to get over the sudden dizziness that encompassed him from doing it too fast. One hand to his head, gritting his teeth, he glanced at her and saw that she was slowly waking- obviously startled by his sudden movement.
He saw her hands move to her face to rub her eyes and also noticed that her breasts-plump breasts- were on full display. Swallowing, he quickly averted his eyes, willing himself to forget that image.
Trying to make his muscles work the way he wanted them to, he sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his temples, resting his elbows upon his knees.
Who knew that all it took to take down Tom Riddle was a few bottles of Fire Whiskey?
The fact that he was completely naked hadn't even crossed his mind; no, he was more concerned with the fact that he slept with a Mudblood.
She probably expects me to marry her or something now...like that's ever going to happen. , He smirked to himself, thinking of the disappointment she would surely feel once she realised that she had given her virginity to someone whom had no interest whatsoever in her.
That was when he heard a small intake of breath- a small gasp- that was not his own.
Then she screamed.
His eyes widened, his head felt like it was two seconds away from exploding and despite the hangover, he crawled quickly over to the side of the bed that she occupied and he clapped a hand over her small mouth, willing her to stop screeching.
"Will you just shut up?" He whispered menacingly to her, gritting his teeth as hard as he could to stop from screaming with her. He didn't fancy having any of his followers come to the room just to see their very own master in the nude with a Mudblood.
Her screams ebbed away, her muddy eyes wide with fear.
Fear was not an emotion that Tom associated with this girl- she had always seemed so tough, absolutely nothing like the other girls that seemed to chase him around the castle day after day. They certainly weren't 'tough'.
Feeling certain that she wouldn't try and scream again, he removed his hand and quickly rubbed it upon the sheets, concerned that he had some sort of 'Mudblood Disease'.
When Tom looked back to her, he saw that she was glaring at him, eyes full of absolute hatred and loathing. He hated her too, but he had never imagined that someone like her could hate him with so much passion. For the first time ever, even though it lasted only a second, Tom felt very, very small. As if she had shrunk him down or somehow made him a child simply by glaring at him.
However, stubbornness and the will to dominate- the will to always come out on top- had been one of the only constants in his life, the only feeling that he was willing to feel.
So he didn't look away.
After some time, she blinked, and simply stepped out of the bed- not even bothering to pull a sheet around her.
Despite himself, he watched as her long, pale limbs worked past the aches and pains that were surely present in her body and saw her as she slowly but surely glanced around the green and silver room, making sure to keep her eyes off of the boy on the bed- Him.
Something had caught her interest, because she walked to the edge of a dresser and bent down to pick up a cloak.
Her back was bathed in a pale golden light and her head seemed to be lit up from behind like a halo as the flyaway's moved around softly. Her face was stony and didn't give away any single one of her feelings. But Tom knew. Despite thinking all of those self absorbed thoughts about her loving him and only wanting him, he knew that if anyone wanted the other, it was he who wanted her- and because of this, despite all the time he put into ignoring her, he knew what every facial expression that graced her face meant, what every gesture hid, what every word that left her lips really meant; he knew the meaning behind her daily rituals. He knew everything. He knew every little thing about her.
Ripping his eyes from her body he tried desperately to think of something else. He tried in vain to distract himself from the onslaught of memories that currently possessed the back of his closed eye lids.
Lips on lips, skin on skin, heavy breathing mingled with passionate groans and animalistic grunting- the biting, the sucking and finally one of the greatest pleasures that he had ever experienced as his seed shot straight into her clenching, shivering body.
He licked his dry lips shakily as he remembered every word he said, every response she made in the heat of their passion.
"You, Tom Riddle, you're...infuriating." She had said gasping for air between his wild kisses.
"I know." He had replied, moving his lips down, down, down toward the edge of her wet panties.
He was pulled from the memory by the sound of a soft click.
Not even brothering to turn around, he laid his head in his hands once again and focussed all of his attention upon trying to squish the nausea rising in his stomach.
He heard no other sounds but his steady breathing, and knew without a doubt, that she had walked out of the room.
And from that point on, Tom Marvolo Riddle also knew without a doubt that he was doomed.
...
So, I know that Tom is out of character, but it really is nearly impossible to write a romance story about him if he's 'Voldemort', so I'm very sorry! But hopefully with a bit of practice I might be able to master keeping him 'In-character'. :)
There isn't a lot about Victoria yet, but there will be soon in the next couple of chapters!
Reviews and advice are always welcome!
