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Chapter Seven: The Prefects Bathroom
Tom was waiting, standing against a ledge, crossing his arms.
Sarah Smith entered the room with a subtle swish of robes. She was donning a purple silk, that brought out her exquisite complexion and emphasized the ginger hair.
"Dear Sarah, you've come. Good," Tom instantly gravitated towards her. There was a seemingly respectful kiss, lightly planted on her lips. She coloured at his touch.
He was not the least bit nervous. "I assume you've taken the precautions?"
"I have. The Prefects know I am here, but believe me to be alone. As Head Girl I ordered them to guard the area, as you said to. But how could you have gotten in here? Only prefects know the password!"
"That is another matter. It will not do to explain."
"I suppose so. You know quite a lot for such a young student. You're very odd," noted Sarah awkwardly.
" I am special. And you are a special lady. I think you deserve nothing but the best. Wouldn't you agree?"
She nodded. "I know I deserve the best."
She walked away, bare feet slapping against the tiles, puddles of water were everywhere on the floor. Someone else had used the prefects bathroom today and made a mess of it.
She knelt at the taps, feet dipped into the pool, and played with it, trying out all the different fumes and gases.
Tom watched for a moment. Sarah glanced at him standing there, as always in the same plain school robes. He had no other respectable wardrobe, and Sarah wasn't so tactless to remind the boy. She smiled and looked in his eyes.
The eyes staring back weren't brown, but a deep mauve. It flashed for a second like lightening or a spell and then was gone.
Riddle strode over to the bath, and quickly took off socks and shoes.
He joined Sarah, sitting beside her. Her hands still working with the taps.
Riddle grasped the front of the hand and squeezed it. To him it was like a mark of his control.
"Not tonight, dear Sarah. I've planned other amenities for the room."
"Have you?"
"Indeed. For example -"
He whipped the wand out and said, "Revelio."
All over the room, glistened thousands of rubies. They were on the bottom of the pool and they surrounded the pool, encrusted into the floor and the tiles.
"Where did you-"
"The house glasses. Borrowed from the Gryffindors..." Tom felt a pleasing satisfaction thinking of Sarah's real suitor, the Gryffindor, Raphael Lestrange.
"You'll put them back?"
"Of course..."
"Buy why rubies and not-"
Tom became downright seductive. He drew closer, wanting badly to have her now, but showing great restraint.
" 'Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies.' Ah, I believe I've found one-"
Sarah looked gratified by the compliment and deeply impressed. "You know the Old proverbs. Not many wizards could quote-"
The shock of his touch interrupted the thought. He kissed again, a light touch on the lips. Then an arm wrapped around her neck, and she felt his hold, clinging to her.
"But how did you do all this?"
"The Gemino curse, after undoing several enchantments. I made duplicates of these rubies, you may keep them as a gift. Then an Embezzlement charm and an undetectable extension charm..."
"No thank-you. My vault at Gringotts more than suffices for gold and jewels. I need no more. It would be greedy to take these treasures. Keep them."
A dark looked passed over his smooth, handsome face. "What is it?"
"There is nothing the matter," lied Tom. He could never admit how jealous he was for the Pureblood's fortunes, and how badly he wanted a key to a vault.
"Tom...You have impressed me. And you really do make for a pleasurable evening."
"It is time I told you a little secret. I have demonstrated with the rubies how worthy you are, Sarah. You are the most worthy young woman at Hogwarts."
"I believe so," Sarah acknowledged, feeling a burst of pride. It was probably true. She was the most sought after Pureblood witch in the school.
"So what is your secret?"
"You shall not tell a single soul. I discovered I am have a close relation to Salazar Slytherin himself."
Sarah was not so impressed this time, she even frowned. "Why is that such a great thing?"
Tom was disappointed but continued ranting, it sounded almost insane. "How happy and how justified it has made my ambitions for myself and for the world. I am related to a founder, there is some pureblood in me after all!"
"Oh, Tom! Don't think me prejudiced. I would still want your company even if it turned out you were muggleborn!"
The boy made a sour face, he was not pleased. "Slytherin wished to purge the school of the muggleborns. Mudbloods for use of the better word."
"I hate that word," moaned Sarah miserably.
"Sarah, do be quiet," said Tom a bit amusedly. "Now, I am ready to begin my plans and they start with you. Yes, you! You shall help me rise up and bring Slytherin what he did not get a thousand years ago."
The talk seemed to bring over a confidence and initiative. The desire for intimacy became apparent.
He grabbed at her breasts, under the royal purple robes and squeezing them. And he kissed her neck, burrowing into her chest. Sarah allowed this, and put what she felt was a comforting hand on his shoulder, an embrace.
"Sarah, my sweetheart. You are going to make me happy tonight. I am going to prove the Pureblood wizards wrong. You are mine. How ironic it is that your initials are S.S...just like the great Slytherin himself! Slytherin's powers were great, mine shall rival him. But Slytherin paved the way for me, and I suppose I owe him so gratitude? Ha! Now come here, my sweet little S.S.! Yes, I will call you a pet name, you are my S.S..."
"Tom, what has come over you?"
Riddle looked up and withdrew himself from her arms, and slid into the warm water, taking her hand.
"Come, my sweet S.S. It is time for a consummation of sorts!"
"What! I-I can't do that!"
He was implying to take the precious virginity. Sarah prized that for marriage and so far possessed not even the faintest belief that this boy could be her future husband.
"Into the water, S.S. I am a Slytherin Prince...in fact I am more than that." But he didn't wish to reveal being the Heir.
Sarah was forced into the water, it reached up to her chest,supine breasts skimming the water. Tom was unabashedly, standing before her, naked.
She would not look at his budding manhood. This was not what she wanted.
He grabbed her in an embrace, almost shaking the tall frame of the Head Girl. This enthusiastic fervor was terrifying. The engorged manhood was rubbing against her thighs. It was hard.
"Are you ready for me, my sweet S.S?"
"Tom, please! I wanted it differently. I dunno. I suppose this will be enjoyable. But-"
"Unleash your pent up desires. I have found you worthy, Sarah! And I, am I worthy? Am I worthy?" He demanded an answer, and Sarah was terrified of the rage there under the surface. She daren't speal the truth, but this was wrong. This was not a lawfully, wedded husband.
"Yes, Tom. You are a worthy...man."
"Good...," he breathed.
They snogged together, wrapped in each other like tight coils. There was something squirming and swarming and slippery under their feet.
"The water serpents and the eels. They do not harm. But you'll find as a Slytherin of the first rank, I have great affinity to snakes!"
Sarah shuddered. And then there was one horrible scream. Something huge had entered her opening, it was expanding it. She clutched at his back.
And Tom pulled at the red hair, until the scalp began to bleed. And he devoured the blood with kisses, thinking how sweet the taste of Pureblood was.
Note: There is more to come for this scene. Please review. I did not have time to write more today.