authorsnote: sooo I've torn two ligaments in my knee! F U N! (jokes it is not fun, it is the opposite of fun, I'm miserable).
one plus side tho, I can't do anything but be on my computer! and so I threw this together after listening to a toxic cover.
I do hope you enjoy, was fun to write! lemme know whatcha think!
shameless plug: if you're a tomione fan, check out my WIP: paradox
songrecs: toxic: 2WEI
'Baby can't you see I'm calling, a guy like you should wear a warning, it's dangerous, I'm falling'
She stuck to the shadows. It was easier that way, simpler, less painful.
She still felt pain. Some speculated she didn't, many speculated she had no soul, no heart, no feelings. They were wrong.
She felt everything, she felt it acutely; even what he tried to shield her from, especially what he couldn't.
None dared question her in his presence. None dared call her traitor in front of him. She stood by his side, one step back, until he tugged her forward to show her off. He hated how she'd hide herself, he didn't let her, wouldn't let her.
Sometimes she was glad for that, sometimes she hated him for it.
'There's no escape, I can't wait, I need a hit, baby give me it. I'm dangerous, I'm loving it'
He'd buy her diamonds, emeralds, sapphires, dripping from her ears, her throat, her wrists, a diamond on every finger.
He'd always have her stand behind his chair of his office as he met with underlings, with Wizengmont idiots stupid enough to oppose him. He'd have her hand on his shoulder, his fingers stroking her knuckles. His eyes on his enemy but his mind on her.
In the Wizengmont she'd sit in the public tier, he'd have eyes only for her, a smirk, a smile, and then he'd push through a law with a wink directed at her. He so loved it there, he'd defiled it more than once with her, one of his favourite things to do.
At galas and balls, she'd dance with only him, swept up in his arms, in a dress worth thousands. He'd sweep her across the floor, hands at her waist, whispering in her ear.
He practically screamed it at them, at her…
'Mine'
She hated that too, sometimes she loved it.
She hated herself.
'The taste of your lips I'm on a ride, you're toxic I'm slipping under…'
She remembers how it started. That damn locket, his voice; the effect it had on all of them.
He didn't try it on Harry, his nemesis, why try and sway someone you're going to kill? With Ron it was easy to drive him to jealousy, to anger, but his use was limited to that, to his envy. With her he went another way.
'None of them appreciate you'
'Mudblood. They'll never accept you'
'Our world isn't yours, it could be'
He preyed on every fear, every doubt and whispered such pretty solutions in her mind. He made it all seem so obvious, simple.
'I'll make them accept you'
'I'll make them love you'
'I'll make them fear you'
Every insecurity she had he flayed alive, he took every secret she held and sharpened it, turned it and threw it back at her. Almost like a crucio he near drove her mad with fear, with worry, with crushing self-doubt, and then he lifted it, the benevolent genius come to fix it all.
It was almost like an Imperius, but worse, much worse. At least under an Unforgivable it wouldn't have been her; it would have been a lie and she could have fought out from under it, at least then she wouldn't be a traitor.
But this? Taking her fears, her weakness and using it to turn her? That was all her, turning to him.
He didn't force her. He coerced yes, prompted, and seduced, but he didn't make her. Sometimes she wishes he had. Then at least she'd still have some innocence.
But no, her innocence was soon gone and in weeks she was his.
'The taste of the poison paradise. I'm addicted to you; don't you know that you're toxic'
His words were so pretty in her ear, as he spun his web, as he promised her everything, as he coaxed, persuaded, and complimented her.
Of course, it was for a reason.
It was easy to obliviate Ron, to make him believe she destroyed the cup, when really she had tucked it away. Easy to snatch the diadem from Harry's hand before it hit the fire, to pretend it had fallen to the flames before hiding it in her bag. So easy to keep him clinging to life. Too easy really.
She followed Harry to the forest, still let out a cry as his body hit the floor with a thud, but then he was calling her to his side.
It was criminal of her to only spare a tear for him, her best friend, before her mind switched to him.
As Harry had fallen so he had been restored. Not Lord Voldemort, pale, snake like and terrifying anymore, but Tom Riddle, handsome, dark haired, powerful, and charming.
His followers had fallen to their knees to see their master restored to former glory, to see his enemy dead on the ground. If they hadn't been devout before, they were now.
She had joined him by his side, and he had killed Bellatrix for daring to question him. All others had bowed before her then, the Lady to their Lord.
She hadn't even hesitated to go to his side, stepping over the body of her dead best friend as she made her way to him.
She still wore the locket that had started this all. Again, too easy to switch them one night, to do some showy magical affects to make Harry and Ron believe they'd killed it.
Easy. It's still thrumming, alive, like a second heartbeat on her skin.
She was his. Completely. Had been for a while and the locket on her skin knew it, as did he.
'The taste if your lips, don't you know that you're toxic'
And so now they whisper traitor, but never to her face. Never in front of him.
His followers follow her too with rapt adoration. She is the 2nd most powerful person in the world, not that, that means much, he doesn't share his power, not even with her.
He might love her or might have if he were capable. She loves him, she accepted that a long time ago, to her shame. She couldn't help it really, how easily she'd fallen.
The Order rot in Azkaban now, better than death she felt, to at least live some life on the same floor, together. She'd seen to that.
She had visited once, alone. It hadn't gone well. She'd never been back; not even to mourn those who died.
She's alone now, other than him. He rarely leaves her alone, always with her, loving her maybe, possessing her definitely.
'Mine'
She is. She never had a choice. Not really.
'Toxic'
sooo thoughts?
as I said just a lil toxic tomione (hehe get it?) to see us through! I hope you enjoyed
as said I am updating paradox asap, just wasn't sure about a big plot point coming up and which way it was gunna go but I think I've sorted that now!
do lemme know your thoughts and do you want more tomione one shots?
speak soon