AN: Once, again any recognizable content belongs to JK Rowling, and all OC's are mine! As a side note Phe is pronounced Fe or Fi. ALl reviews are welcome, I hope you enjoy!
Saturday came around all too soon for both Minerva and Ophelia's liking as both were dreading the meal to come. In Gryffindor tower, Ophelia surveyed her closet thinking of what to wear. Eventually she decided to wear a short, but flowing black skirt with embroidered stockings along with a white sweater and ankle boots. She left her hair down in its natural state and wore the necklace Tom had got over the holidays.
The necklace was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid her eyes on.
Tom on the other hand took five minutes to get ready. All he needed was to throw on a pair of slacks and a button down shirt in black. He transfigured some items he had laying around into flowers to take as a gift. In all honesty he was dreading the idea of going to the house of the two professors that he hated and who hated him, but Ophelia had insisted.
It was curious to many of Riddle's friends and 'followers' that he gave so much attention to Ophelia and her needs when he was a selfish man in everything else. They didn't understand why he chased after the girl who was the product of the purest light magic. At first Riddle's followers considered his relationship with Ophelia to be a farce, in order to corrupt her or to get back at Dumbledore and Mcgonagall, but this theory was soon dispelled after an incident with Abraxas Malfoy.
"Riddle, why waste your time with that blood traitor anyway, there are many pureblood girls that would be well suited by your side." Malfoy said entering the common room with Tom.
"Her parents are blood traitors, she isn't, at least not yet anyway. And these Slytherin girls lack the fire and spirit Ophelia has. Something about her pulls me in everytime." Riddle replied, plopping down on the couch, while twirling his wand in his hands.
"Ah, I see, you mean to corrupt the bitch, it's brilliant actually. Use her against her parents, possibly corrupt her, AND get a goof fuck out of it! Damn Riddle, inge-." Suddenly Malfoy felt pain coarse through his body, unlike anything he had ever felt before.
A few moments later, which felt like hours to Malfoy, the pain ended and he fell to the ground. Looking up he saw Riddle's wand pointed at him and an expression of horror plagued him, Tom Riddle, had used the cruciatus curse.
"Never, and I mean NEVER, speak about Ophelia that way. She is my equal, my dark queen, and one day she will rule by my side. You will do well to remember this lesson and share it amongst your comrades, for if I ever hear any of you speak about her in this manner, I will kill you."
After Malfoy shared this curious encounter with Riddle to the rest of Tom's followers, or Death Eaters, as they preferred to be called, no one questioned their relationship again. Not even today, when he was set to go to the home of the oh so noble Professor Dumbledore.
Tom knew how important this was to Ophelia and he was fairly certain this dinner would push her closer to him. He was all but counting on one of the esteemed professors to say something accusatory towards him, which would cause Ophelia to act out in anger. These thoughts kept him happy as he made his way to Gryffindor tower.
A few minutes after he arrived, Ophelia came out and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.
"My darling, you look beautiful." He said returning the kiss.
Ophelia giggled and asked "Oh are these for me" pointing to the flowers.
"You wish, I thought they would be a nice gesture for Professor Mcgonagall. Anyways, how are we getting there, wouldn't want to be late and give a bad first impression." Riddle said, taking Ophelia by her waist.
"Right, my man, always punctual. We're taking the floo." Tom made a face as she said this. The thought of apparating right in front of the two professors was not ideal, he needed time to gather himself.
"Don't make a face, we'll floo into the guest house, and then walk over to the main." Ophelia followed up, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
The two made their way to the headmasters office, talking about their day and other nonsense. Once they were inside, Ophelia started making her way to the fireplace, but Tom grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him.
"Tom, what are-" he cut her off and captured her lips with his. At first she tried to fight back due to shock, but gave in quickly. As their tongues battled for dominance, Tom led her to the couch and laid her down.
He pulled away to catch his breath, and she pushed him back with one hand. "Tom we can't, not in here!"
"Why not? There's no chance we will be walked in on AND we'll never get this chance again." he said before leaning back in, to kiss her. This time his hand travelled up her skirt, caressing her inner thigh, making her moan.
Meanwhile her hands roamed across her chest, and his lips moved to her neck. They continued like this for what seemed like an eternity, when Ophelia's eyes finally landed on the clock and she pushed Tom off of her with all her might.
"Ouch, what was that for?" he questioned after landing on the floor. "Look at the time Tom! We are soooo late!" Ophelia exclaimed while gathering herself.
Tom glanced at the clock and began to button his shirt back up "relax phe, only forty-five minutes late, that's practically on time." he said looking over at her.
Ophelia who had just finished covering up a brand new hickey with makeup just groaned at him. Putting her things back in her bag, she grabbed Tom and dragged them both to the fireplace.
"Now when we get there, I'll just say I lost track of time getting ready and that's why we're late. I don't need them thinking we were fooling around." Ophelia, in a very Mcgonagall like manner, told Tom.
"As you wish my dear, but at least we'll always know that 'we did it' in the headmasters office." Tom said laughing as Ophelia's eyes widened and she hit him. "Okay okay, I'm done." he said, throwing his hand up.
Ophelia stepped into the fireplace with a handful of floo powder and shouted "Cheshire House" and seconds later both she and Tom were in the guest house of Mcgonagall manor.
Dusting themselves off, they walked to the front door. Ophelia looked over at Tom as he said "Ready Phe?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." she stated firmly as she went to knock on the door.
AN: Well that's the third part and I'm thinking maybe two more and then a jump to the future! Let me know what you all think, and as always reviews are most wanted and welcome!