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November 16, 1943
Back to normal he agreed, Ophelia thought angrily to herself as she stomped after the Slytherin prefect. 'You bothered me for that?' , he mimicked and acted like everything would be just so dandy.
Tom looked over his shoulders to see how far behind the Hufflepuff was."Hurry up." His lean and tall legs had a wider stride than the female's skinny and short legs. Occasionally her robe would snag on a branch, or her black rain boots would seep too deep into a puddle, or she would stiffen at the harsh winds of November, or she thought she felt an unknown bug crawl along her shoulders, and a whimper of extreme stress would escape her lips.
Tom Riddle knew how much the half-blooded witch hated the Forbidden Forest almost as much as she hated herbology. So why not combine the two things she hated all in one setting? If she hadn't said or suggested something I hated then maybe she wouldn't be in this predicament, now would she? Though, again, he wasn't sure why he hated Ophelia for what she wanted...Maybe she was just stupid, and her stupidity about the situation angered the boy even more. Much to a point where he'd been worse than Ophelia thought possible.
"I don't have tall spider legs, Tom." Ophelia tried her best to remain calm as she stepped over twigs and puddles. A look of annoyance was painted on her face, "We aren't even supposed to be in this part of the forest! Madame Roseweed made it clear we weren't to stray too far from the class."
Tom rolled his eyes and continued on a path only he must have been able to see; they were supposed to be collecting herbs and who knows what else for herbology. Lestrange and Dolohov were in charge of making sure that Tom and Ophelia got good marks on today's lesson...Lestrange would especially pay if anything marred his grade for the day.
Tom snapped back at her with a quick retort. "Madame Roseweed is too busy being high off of actual weed to notice her students have gone missing."
Ophelia's eyes widened, "So the rumors are true."
"Well," a cruel chuckle escaped Tom's lips. "She'd have to be high off of something to let you start succeeding in her class."
That cut deep into the Hufflepuff's pride. You arse, she thought as Tom led them into a semi-opened field. Stung by his mean remark, Ophelia made sure to keep a good yard's length away from him. She took a deep breath in, let it out as a sigh, and tucked a small piece of thin, straight, brown hair behind her ear.
Tom watched her from the corner of his eyes. He waited for the words, 'what can I help you with today' to flow out of her mouth, but they never did.
A tense silence fell between the two teens.
"What are we doing here?"
"Observing."
Ophelia crossed her arms against her chest and looked out into the field they stood in...Nothing but tall trees and overly healthy patches of grass.
More silence.
...Should...Should I tell him there is nothing here?
….Where on God's green earth is the damn creature?!
Ophelia's eyes shifted around the empty field. Hadn't she overheard a rumour or two about a place like this in passing? Carefully, she turned her head ever so slightly to look at the boy. "You know while we were on the topic of rumors a bit ago, I heard this is where a bunch of fifth and fourth years come to do the horizontal mambo if you catch my drift."
Tom blinked, not too sure if he heard right. "How crude." He almost sounded like an old nun but the look on his face at that point in time was not as stoney as a nun's but had a mixture of disinterest and disgust much like a nun's.
"I also heard that sometimes unicorns are spotted around here." Ophelia then shook her head at the boy, "But they are scarcer to spot come the colder weather." Her dull green eyes pierced into his brown ones. "Were you hoping to spy one?"
He couldn't stand the honest curiosity in her voice, just like he could not stand how Ophelia's mind jumped to the more innocent reasoning….Even though that was initially the reason why they were there in the first place.
The handsome young man narrowed his eyes at the female. "Well," he started off, "I didn't whisk you away to try and fuck you out in the open so don't try to flatter yourself."
That cut deep into her soul and mind, Ophelia's eyes widened and a small gasp of hurt echoed between the two of them. You are not going to cry! She composed herself as best as could, but the sharp ache still hammered into her emotions. Don't you dare cry!
"Excuse me," Ophelia stated with a shaky voice. "But I think I will take that as my cue to leave, thanks." The sixth Hufflepuff picked her feet up and began to trudge away from the Slytherin prefect; she didn't get very far. In a blink of an eye, Tom reached out and firmly got a tight grip on her wrist.
A look of confusion and frustration washed to Tom's face. "Take what as a cue?" Did he say something particularly bitter? He furrowed his eyebrows out of thin patience at the girl instead of being genuinely worried about her. "What are you so mopey about, Ophelia?"
Ophelia didn't answer, she just gave a small tug against his hold on her. She was honestly a
fool to think things could be fine and back to normal.
"No." Tom hissed at her as he yanked Ophelia back closer to him. He could feel that he was about to lose his temper at any given second. "What are you so mopey about?" The second time he had to repeat his question he tightened his hold on Ophelia enough to make her wince.
Her answer came out as a broken whimper. "Nothing."
Tom was a smart student, a professional manipulator, and an expert liar. He might not have been the absolute best with girls his age but he knew that when a girl said 'nothing'-something was definitely wrong. I am not falling for this!
With one hand tightly on her wrist, he placed the other on her neck and brought Ophelia's body close to him. The Slytherin tried to be sure he didn't have the Hufflepuff in too tight of a hold. "Bullshit,"
"Tom," Ophelia's voice was strained, "Stop." Her eyes looked up at Tom, cloudy as ever.
Tom seethed as he looked down into her eyes. In an instant, without even meaning to, he knew exactly what made Ophelia upset. He just want to know why Ophelia was being so damn fussy-and it was all over a trivial reason!
Tom's beautiful face, usually void of any human emotion except anger or irritation towards Ophelia let genuine confusion crash down hard on him. "You're upset because you think I am being mean to you?"
"Did-," Ophelia's emotions went from hurt to angry in a millisecond, "Did you use Legilimency on me!?"
A gruff scoff escaped his mouth. "Well you weren't going to tell me what I wanted to know!"
Yes, that completely justifies you prodding into my mind! Ophelia glared at Tom. "That is not okay-."
"Okay? Who said anything about anything being okay?" He moved his hands away from her neck and wrist and placed them securely on Ophelia's shoulders. Tom knew his grip on the shoulders would possibly leave marks, but her clothing would cover them "You said you wanted things to go back to before! I never was nice to you before!"
Ophelia felt her head pound as she had to keep from crying. "Be that as it may, you were never a complete and total arse! You've been terribly cruel as of late! Everything I do, things you know very well I do my damn best at, you ridicule to the harshest extreme!" She placed her hands on the front of Tom's collars and gripped them until her hands turned from a fair complexion to a ghostly white. Her eyes were hazed with a heated, mean-spirited passion that Tom managed to create.
"If I am so un-fuckable to you then why did you fuck me in the first place, huh?" Ophelia might have been angry beyond belief, but she tried to stay as level headed as she could. That was as close to being bitter about Tom as she could get without being blasted into bits. The fear of being hit with a curse from Tom Riddle echoed loudly in the background of her mind.
He fell silent. Instead, Tom's grip on her shoulders tightened.
"You've gone and screwed us up…" Ophelia shook her head at the handsome boy. It was cold, she was frigid, she was in a forest she loathed-under the authority of a class that questioned her aptitude for the subject , with a boy who didn't give a shit about anyone but himself...But Tom still didn't deserve to be alone…Ophelia never had a hard time when it came to swallowing her pride for his sake...Even if he was in the wrong. A long sigh rushed out of her mouth. "Forget I said anything, Tom. Please? "
Silence.
Tom felt the grip on the collars of his shirt fade quickly away; he even felt all of the girl's anger dissolve without a single trace. It wasn't even an expression in her eyes anymore. An odd sensation burned into his chest at the sight of her but he had no clue what it was. When they were younger he used to be so amused by the dejected look Ophelia sported so well.
Speak! Tom commanded of himself. Wasn't he all pissed at her to begin with? Wasn't she the one who wanted everything to go back to normal? Didn't he do something nice for her on his accord for her sake because she requested it? All the viciously quick comebacks in his mind paused in his head.
Until a brilliantly terrible retort finally popped into his thoughts. Tom opened his mouth to speak but the sound of a twig being broken behind him rendered him mute.
Ophelia's eyes widened out of pure shock at the creature they saw. There, no more than fifteen feet away from them stop a proud, young, male unicorn.
Guess at least one of the two rumors Ophelia heard was true.
The unicorn's eyes darted between the two teens: he could feel the intensity and displeasure Ophelia and Tom radiated with at the moment. They made him feel wildly uneasy. The beautiful creature let out a low neigh, reared its head upwards, and promptly left the two magic users to each other's company.
It must have taken at least five minute for them to realize that they were not high and did in fact see a unicorn for the first time in their lives.
A sniff broke the ugly silence between the two. Ophelia leaned into the boy's chest. In her mind, she didn't think that would provoke Tom.
But that was all he needed. Tom kissed her. The heir of Slytherin released his bruising grip of the shoulders to replace it with a possessive grip of the face.
The idiot kissed back. Ophelia snaked her hands around Tom's waist and parted her lips ever so slightly.
Somewhere in the kiss, they apparated off to the a comfortable Slytherin prefect room. Ophelia was underneath Tom; she bit the bottom of his lip slightly before she ran her tongue across it.
A low groan escaped the boy's lips.
Ophelia did it again: she gave a light bite on the bottom lip, and ran her tongue along it. This time though, when a groan came from Tom- she seized the chance to slip her tongue into his mouth.
God, did Tom enjoy that. He grew hard in an instant because of that particular move; Tom pressed his pelvic region against Ophelia and grinded the lower half of of his body against her….He could have sworn he felt a smile press against his lips as he continued to kiss this Hufflepuff.
A pleasant hum in the form of a moan manifested from Ophelia as she started to grind her lower regions at the same pace and rhythm as Tom's. " Oh, yes...you're so hard…" She didn't mean for the words to leave her mouth.
Those words were heard though, and Tom absolutely loved the drunk tone Ophelia's voice took when hazed by lust. He stopped his frantic gyrating against the female's body to slip a hand under her uniform skirt; Tom rubbed his palm against her panties. "And you're soaking wet."
That was it.
That was all they both had to hear before a mess of clothes were being yanked off of the other. Ophelia latched her lips to Tom's neck and gently sucked and nibbled at it as her fast fingers took off his robe and undid his shirt buttons. The heir of Slytherin slid off her panties first and threw it blindly behind him; her robe was next, followed by her blouse.
Tom was only left in his boxer briefs (his erection, once again, poked out of a little slit from the underwear he wore) while Ophelia still had her bra and knee socks on.
He is magnificent….Ophelia thought as her hungry hands smoothly caressed at his exposed chest.
Tom placed a hand over her right breast and leaned in closer to her neck, to bite into the soft, fair skin of that particular anatomy. She's warm...
The Slytherin placed his hard member against the Hufflepuff's wet entrance. Tom Riddle bit down on his bottom lip at the sight of Ophelia completely on her back, legs wide open for him to take her. He smirked as he began to rub his cock against her clit instead of giving her what was expected.
"Please," Ophelia's voice was distant. "Please, Tom?"
"Please what?" He tried to sound snappy and irritated with her, as if it was her fault that they were engaged in sex all over again. But his voice sounded...blissful. "Tell me what you want, come on, you filthy thing."
That got Ophelia going. She said the perfects words for that moment in time. "Tom, please, fuck me."
Without hesitation he pushed his cock into her pussy-he didn't give her any chance to adjust to size, pace, of rhythm. A moan of satisfaction released itself from Tom as he enjoyed how tight his filthy Hufflepuff was. He pulled his cock all the way out of her before he slammed it back into her with as much force as he could muster.
"Fuck!" Ophelia moaned loudly from her Slytherin partner's movements. She got wetter because of it.
"You just know how to take it rough like this," Tom whispered lowly to Ophelia. "Getting shagged as if you were an animal." He kept his grip loose on her hips, but Tom knew he had to keep a hard, fast, and rough pace.
So Tom did that to her again and again and again: he'd pull himself out of her tight walls before he thrusted a forceful pump right back into her.
His bed shook badly, and it there wasn't a spell used to keep the bed fixed in its place-it would have loudly clashed against the wall.
The girl wrapped her legs around Tom's waist; one hand gripped on the boy's shoulder as he roughly pumped into her; and the other clenched down into the bed sheets.
"Tom...Tom...Tom!…"
He could have gotten drunk off of those moans.
"What Ophelia?"
She loved how his voice was close to a playful taunt. Ophelia hungrily claimed the Slytherin prefect's lip as she climaxed and peaked due to the experience.
Tom felt Ophelia cum against his cock while he was in her-he didn't last much longer after that. The prefect had cum in the female sixth year.
He stayed with his lips against hers, with the same returned hunger as hers as their lips remained locked in a heated kiss.
A dizzying fatigue eventually covered the two sixth years; the hungry kisses came to a pause as Tom slowly pulled himself out of Ophelia. Sleep quickly fell upon the Slytherin and the Hufflepuff-it was needless to say they missed the rest of their classes for the day.