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This story is rated 'M' for a reason-the chapter contains a sex scene.
November 24, 1943
Tom woke up from his sleep with small beads of sweat on his body. He turned and looked over to the window in his comfy prefect room-it could have only been a little past six or seven in the morning. A yawn escaped his lips as Tom stretched his arms above his head; he knew he didn't get enough sleep. It was hard to get a good's night rest as of late.
Maybe it was his dream that left him weak...Or maybe it was stress. Tom had to prepare himself for a series of tests and essays and whatever bullshit he had to deal with before the winter break hit (even if it was still November). Personally, he hated the holiday seasons in general. Holidays meant celebrations, celebrations meant going back to the muggle world, the muggle world meant no Hogwarts...No Hogwarts, Tom thought to himself as he slowly ascended from his bed, means no magic.
There was a tightness in Tom's lower abdomen, accompanied with a tingling as well. A silent groan escaped from Tom; he already knew good and well there was a growing bulge in his pajama bottoms.
Fuck, Tom thought as his hand naturally drifted to his now fully erect cock. Maybe it was the dream…
Since his sober encounter with a drunken Ophelia Darwin; Tom found himself lusting after her more but avoiding her as a result of it. Ophelia had messed with him, and he knew it, by those sweet kisses she gave him. She messed him up by pressing her face into his chest and humming into his body. She messed him when she initiated the first move.
Ophelia manage to trick his body and mind somehow-he was so sure of it! There was no way under no circumstance could Tom Marvolo Riddle actually want Ophelia.
Tom wanted Horcruxes and power. There was just no way he'd actually want Ophelia.
In his dream, Ophelia did every little sordid thing Tom's male mind wanted her to do. Ophelia was on her knees begging for him, or his cock would be in her mouth and she would eagerly take him that way. There was even one portion of his dream where (now this one, Tom wouldn't mind actually happening) Ophelia lying on her side with him lying on his side next to her as well with his cock deep inside her, one hand gripped on her hip and the other buried deep in her hair as he pulled at it roughly.
Lust. Disgust. Irritation. Mild sleep deprivation. Tom didn't know how to process those emotions so early into the day.
I suppose, Tom thought with his hand still on his dick, I ought to get rid of this.
Ophelia bore her eyes into the text book in front of her, stress racked her brain as she tried not to scream in frustration, the ink on the tip of her quill dried out and her parchment paper was blank. The Hufflepuff managed to let her grade in Herbology go from 'Acceptable' to 'Dreadful'.
Oh, Merlin how she wanted to scream and fuss. Especially when she'd been up since five in the morning.
Ophelia looked over to her right, Margo was as almost as frazzled as she was, seeing as Margo was the one who woke Ophelia up so they could review on some subjects before the day started. Margo's weakness: Transfigurations. That subject and that subject alone was not Margo Blaine's forte (Divinations was particularly her strongest subject) and now, the blonde witch was close to frantic as she tried to cram all and any spells her mind needed to retain.
Then there was Peter.
Apparently, members of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team had to score 'Acceptable' or better in all their classes if they wanted to stay on the team. Something about a bad reputation or being stupid or whatnot-Ophelia and Margo didn't care really when Peter first told them this so they didn't really listen. Peter Elwood would constantly tell them to come and join him and the rest of the team for a group study (every bloody Monday, Thursday, and Friday before dinner) and now the constant refusal to study with them came to bite the girls in the arse.
Ophelia and Margo both hated him right now. The only reason why he was in the common room with the two girls was because Peter said he'd keep them company, which was just another way of saying he didn't mind watching them suffer.
Peter tried to hide the slight merriment in his voice. "I told you two, more than once, to come and study with the team."
"Shut up, Peter." Margo snapped as she pointed her quill at him.
Ophelia only stared at her textbook.
"What?" Peter kept on moving his mouth. "I'm just saying."
Margo huffed, "Don't."
The words in Ophelia's textbook seemed to be shrinking smaller and smaller.
"Geez," Peter furrowed his eyebrows together, "You're in a mood today Margo. Don't you agree Pipa?"
"Don't you drag Pipa into this!" Margo nearly screamed. "You're just being an arse, Peteris Elwood!"
"Please," a voice that belonged to William Zolotov cut into the bickering. "It's too early in the morning for this."
Margo was incredibly snippy, "Then go back to sleep, William!"
"Margaret Blaine," Peter frowned at the blonde witch, "Leave him alone."
"No!"
William sighed, "But it really is too early for this."
Ophelia let out a groan and slammed the book shut: all the words kept shrinking and shrinking until they were gone to her mind's eye or were just too damn blurry for her to read. She gathered her things quietly as Peter and Margo bickered among themselves, and she left William to play referee.
"I'll see you lot in class or in passing." Ophelia muttered robotically as she headed off to Ancient Runes. She didn't have the strength or energy to start her day as loudly as her friends.
Once she got into the classroom for Ancient Runes, Ophelia looked around carefully-she was currently the only person in the room. She laid her books down on a random desk as she proceeded to walk towards the left side of the classroom and stopped in front of an elegant, glass-stained, casement window.
Ophelia slowly opened the window, she took in a deep breath and stuck her head as far out as she could.
The half-blooded witch screamed into the still morning air, until her lungs felt like they were on fire and until her face turned into a slight shade of pink. She took in another deep breath and screamed, even louder the second time around.
One more, Ophelia thought to herself as she didn't feel relaxed or calm yet. She opened her mouth to let another scream out, but it never did come.
"Maybe I shouldn't have cut you off the vodka the other night."
Ophelia shut her mouth in an instant and slowly turned around to the source of the voice; the stress and frustration that bubbled in her body was now replaced with an unprecedented amount of embarrassment.
"You seem like you need need it."
Oh, Merlin, please, no.
Ophelia didn't remember much from the party from the past weekend, just snippets. Such as: she went, she got drunk, she spoke to the bartender, she made a fool of herself in front of Tom, single handed broke her own heart by realizing Tom was a cold and heartless bastard, went to her cozy bed, cried herself to sleep, the end.
Those snippets were enough to instill the good sense of shame into her when Ophelia woke up from that night...Now it slowly came back to haunt her.
'Mister Bartender' stood behind Ophelia with his hands in the pockets of his robes, there was a quiet look on his face as if he was trying to figure out what this girl was doing. 'Mister Bartender' had wavy blonde hair at the top of his head with the sides shaved, and naturally inquisitive gray eyes. Upon closer inspection, Ophelia noticed 'Mister Bartender' had broad shoulders and sun-kissed skin.
She also, upon closer inspection, still had no clue what his actual name was. Not to mention, Ophelia was also caught screaming to the world by a practical stranger.
Ophelia offered an awkward, forced smile to the Ravenclaw boy and quickly ran to the desk she placed her books on. She pressed her forehead down on the cold surface of her books, and kept her head down until she heard the Ancient Runes Professor speak.
Today's going to be a long one, Darwin, Ophelia told herself as the current professor drone on about a series of upcoming essays and tests for the class before Christmas Holiday.
From the corner of her eye, Ophelia saw how focused the Ravenclaw bartender was. Ophelia's shoulders tensed. Today is going to be a real long day.
Madame Roseweed was rather young compared to other staff members of Hogwarts. At first, many were worried Madame Roseweed wasn't experienced enough, mature enough, or consistent enough to run the Herbology department for Hogwarts.
Well, they were damn right about all of that.
Madame Roseweed would constantly change her mind about assignment, or essay topics at the last second without the decency to make sure all students knew of the change. The lesson plans were a joke because nothing seemed to go together: one day they'd learn about some earthly, magical herb; then the next, they'd skip over to learning about some exotic seaweed hidden in the depths of an oceanic trench!
There was also the rumors (which were a hundred percent true, many students will confirm) Madame Roseweed smoked actual weed like a chimney. Her classroom, the greenhouse, smelt like weed too as a result of it.
So the fact that Ophelia had to stay a good moment longer in the heavy smell of weed to talk to Madame Roseweed was only aggravated by the elder one's lack of trying to take responsibility of her shitty lesson planning skills.
"Yes," Ophelia argued politely as she could, "but when you changed the topic for the last essay, I ask if you would accept mine even if it was a topic on self-fertilising shrubs. You said that you would and that my grade wouldn't be docked down for it."
Madame Roseweed grounded up something inside a mortar; the pestle cracked loudly as the pace quickened. "I said no such thing, Miss Darwin."
"But-."
"Even if I did." Madame Roseweed now took out a small, rectangular, sheer looking paper from her desk and emptied the contents of the mortar onto her desk. "Why couldn't I find your essay paper?"
Maybe because you got high and lost my essay! You fucking nut. Ophelia sighed, "Well then what can I do to make it up? Write another essay, perhaps?"
"No." Madame Roseweed got annoyed with the Hufflepuff student as she started to carefully place the grounded up form of weed onto the sheer wrapping paper she got from her desk. "If I give you another chance to write an essay-you'd never turn it in and go off lying to my face that you did."
"I would never do such a thing, Madame Roseweed!" Ophelia felt anger and frustration bubbling up in her body. If she had to, Ophelia was not above begging! "Please! I promise! I'll write an essay about anything if it means getting my grade back to a passing mark!"
"Anything?"
Ophelia nodded eagerly. "Yes, anything!"
A smile came to Madame Roseweed's lips, her freshly rolled joint twirled elegantly between her fingers. "I want an essay on weed."
"What?"
"Weed, marijuana, the devil's cabbage," Madame Roseweed went on. "Mary Jane, pot, cannabis."
"Um…" Ophelia blinked, she wasn't sure she heard the professor right. "You want me to write an essay on weed?"
Madame Roseweed lit the rolled up drug, "Best get started, Miss Darwin, I want that essay before dinner tonight." The young professor then took a nice, long hit from her joint, casually blowing smoke out towards Ophelia's face. "I'll be here."
I absolutely hate you and I hope you get fired. Ophelia only gave a blank stare and exited out of the greenhouse. The smell and smoke of weed only hung onto her for a slight second before it disappeared.
Ophelia trudged to the library, a frown ever present on her face. She wanted to scream again.
A voice would interrupt her from doing so.
"You really look like you need a drink."
Ophelia snapped her head to source of the voice. A sigh escaped her lips-why was today so weird?
The Ravenclaw boy knew something was wrong but didn't press the issue so much. Instead he focused on something else. "You know, I never got your name."
Oh really? Ophelia's terrible mood slightly went away. "I never caught your name either."
A thin smile came to the boy's face, "It's not much of a name, really."
"Oh?" Ophelia wasn't too sure what he meant. "So will I just have to keep referring to you as Mister Bartender in my mind ?"
"Or," the Ravenclaw's gray eyes sparkled with a look of controlled mischief, "you can refer to me as the handsome Ravenclaw who will be leaving a rather memorable impression on you."
What on earth was going on? Ophelia's eye widened, "Excuse me? What are you getting at?" Her tone was a mixture of animosity and confusion.
The Ravenclaw kept his thin smile on his face and ignored her question. "You have a good rest of your day-try not to scream out of any more windows. People might think you're a loon." He gave the flustered girl a wink before leaving.
"What the fuck?" Ophelia whispered to herself as the Ravenclaw retreated. What the actual, bloody fuck?
He didn't even give her his name!
Ophelia paused. I didn't even give him my name! What if he has been referring to me as drunken mess Hufflepuff this whole time?
Tom was irritated as more and more students flooded the library; the all bunched up into groups and chattered among themselves instead of actually studying. Tables were crowded and nearly every aisle had at least seven people skimming for books.
The grand library doors opened for possibly the sixtieth time, another hoard of students bustled through.
"Excuse me, pardon me, coming through." A familiar voice gently cut through the air and easily landed on his ears.
There was a tightness in Tom Riddle's chest he didn't understand when he turned his head to look over to Ophelia. It had been there for a few days now.
Bloody idiot, Tom thought as he saw Ophelia go towards the Herbology section of the usual messy brown hair was long enough now to put into a tamed braid but a few strands of hair still managed to hang and curve along the sides of her face; her green eyes looked wide with stress-she really was a sight to see sometimes.
A quiet minute went by, Tom's eyes were glued intently on the Herbology aisle, he waited for Ophelia to come out. Another minute went and was replaced by another.
The tightness in his chest got worse. Before he could ignore Ophelia as if it was a job that came with perks and benefits, now it seemed harder.
No sign of Blaine, Elwood, or Zolotov. Tom noted as he stood and directed his body towards a specific aisle.
There were three other students in the Herbology aisle other than just Ophelia, Tom easily walk past them and stood next to the Hufflepuff.
"Trouble with Herbology, I see." Tom quickly thought of a good jab to use much to Ophelia's expense. "Maybe she needs to get her hands on a stronger drug to have enough pity to let you pass her class."
" No, Madame Roseweed is the source of trouble." Ophelia commented with a hushed whisper.
Tom was taken aback for a brief moment. Usually, Ophelia stayed quiet unless his insult or command required and answer out of her. Or even if she did usually ignore his jabs at her-Tom imagined Ophelia would have responded with something more along the lines of : 'Hello, Tom. So nice to see you too.'
Tom decided he was going to push her until he got a reaction close to what he expected. "Has it ever occurred to you that you're just stupid, Ophelia?" The heir of Slytherin went on, something heated his blood as Ophelia continued to grab and skim through books. "Or has it finally settled in and you're now taking your studies seriously?"
The jabs Tom made at Ophelia did hurt, especially since it seemed he was insulting her simply due to the fact he had some free time. She knew the young male wanted a reaction out of her, then again, he always wanted something out of her.
Ophelia Darwin no longer wanted Tom Riddle to treat her...Well..how he usually went about treating her. Ophelia decided there and then, instead of feeling sorry for herself and wallowing in a some form of self-loathing she was going to get her shit together. Or at the very least, Ophelia thought to herself, I am going to try and get my shit together.
"I must get going, Tom." Ophelia replied robotically as she gathered two books that held the information she needed. "Good luck with your studies. Tell your horrible gang members I said hi."
Ophelia wasn't too sure why she said that last part, but certainly sounded and felt cool as she said it.
Tom furrowed his eyebrows at the young lady-something had gotten into her and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He placed a firm grip on Ophelia's shoulder as she tried to leave, as much as he wanted to be more physical with her, there were witnesses who would probably have an issue with a male placing a hand on a female's neck.
"What's gotten into you?" Tom narrowed his eyes at the girl. Never did it occur to him that Ophelia would stop her blind loyalty, no matter how his nasty attitude and behavior towards her could get.
"Nothing." Ophelia lied calmly to his face. "I have an essay to write in a short amount of time and I am stressed." Ophelia shrugged her shoulder out of Tom's grasp. "I really have to go, Tom, have a good rest of the day."
For the first time in a long time, Tom's thoughts were quiet as Ophelia retreated away from him.
His heart pounded wickedly against his chest. What the hell is going with me? Tom ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair.
He was almost certain Ophelia placed a curse on him. A quick burst of anger flooded into his conscience. I'll be seeing you later , Darwin.
Ophelia rushed through multiple things on this particular day; she knew she couldn't skip any more of her classes but she did know the less she messed around the earlier she could be released from class.
It took Ophelia a good two hours to write, proofread, rewrite again, and read her essay on weed out loud before she decided it was good enough. Her skinny legs ran as fast as they could to the Herbology classroom; adrenaline pumped through her veins.
"Here!" Ophelia screamed as she barged into the classroom, her essay held up high in the air.
Madame Roseweed flinched awake at the sudden sound. "You what?" She nearly knocked her mortar and pestle off the desk.
"My essay," Ophelia stated as she dropped the parchment paper on the professor's desk. "Written on weed like you requested."
A look of complete joy came across Madame Roseweed's face as she began to read the paper. "Looks like I owe you a passing grade...I think I'll give you an Outstanding mark for this, eh?"
Ophelia sighed. Thank the heavens something went right today!
As Ophelia walked away from the Herbology classroom, the sight of Tom standing a few feet in front of her was something she had no choice but to notice. She diverted her gaze off to the side, so she wouldn't have to look directly at him and continued to go about her pace.
Immediately, Tom knew what she was doing. "Do you remember what happened the last time you ignored me?"
Ophelia froze.
"I asked you a question." Tom was now making his way towards her, "I said: do you remember what happened the last time you ignored me?" His tone was calm yet domineering.
"You burned my hand," Ophelia whispered, her voice a little shaky.
Tom's ear perked at the familiar tone of fear in his Hufflepuff's voice. "That's right." Tom's hand came up to her face, and he did his best to mimic a gently caressing motion (like what Ophelia did). "Only this time, maybe it's be your face and not your hand."
Ophelia felt tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "What do you want, Tom?"
"My, my, aren't you becoming a bold thing for a filthy witch?" Tom gave her a cruel grin as his hand lowered from Ophelia's face to her hand. "Follow me."
Ophelia expected Tom to grabbed her wrists like he always did...Instead, he intertwined his hands with hers. He's...Ophelia was shocked...He's holding my hand? Tom must have gone mad...
When the two teens finally made it to the Slytherin prefect room, Tom didn't waste time. He wanted whatever Ophelia put into his system out and he figured intimacy was the only way to get it out.
His pale hands went to her hips and he pulled her in for kiss; carefully he walked backwards until he left his bed hit the back of his knees. Tom then shifted his hands from her hips to the small of her back; he then sat down on the edge of his bed with Ophelia now in a straddled position on his lap.
Ophelia's heart practically leapt up to her throat at the sudden shift in the boys mood; she tried to pull away from the kiss. What on earth is going on today? How did her originally stressful day mold into an eventful one?
A moan came from Tom's lips as he felt Ophelia start to slowly grind on him; her movements were slow and heavy against the erection in his pants. He broke the kiss as he pulled away to look at his Hufflepuff's face.
Ophelia's eyes were gently closed, her lips were slightly parted as if silent moans were rushing out, and there was a pink flush in her cheeks.
That strange tightness in Tom's chest returned and he only gripped onto the small of Ophelia's back tighter because of that. A moan escaped her lips.
"Do you like that?" Tom asked as his hands shifted from her back to her bottom,he squeezed her cheeks as hard as could before letting go.
Ophelia nodded her head as her movements slowly came to a halt. What am I doing?! Ophelia cleared her throat and tried to stand up. Tom quickly moved his hands to the back of her knees to prevent her from going anywhere.
"Why'd you stop?" Just by Tom's tone alone Ophelia knew he was upset.
"Are you alright?" Ophelia blurted out.
"I've never been better." His voice seemed like it was sincere but at the same time, it dripped with sarcasm.
"It's just-."
"Ophelia," Tom huffed as he easily flipped their position to where he was now on top and she on the bottom. "Shut up." Tom felt the burning need to touch a specific part of her. He leaned his head down to her neck and began to bite and kiss it; one pale hands worked on undoing her braid while the other one worked on going under her skirt and pushed her underwear to the side.
The young man traced a finger along the folds of Ophelia womanhood, he used his middle and pointer finger to soon play with the sensitive clit down there, he was going to take this slow for as all as he could.
Oh, Merlin, how Tom wanted to take her then and there but he wanted to savor this moment. All the other times they had sex went by too fast and he wasn't sure he had gotten the chance to properly enjoy Ophelia's body.
Ophelia bit her lower lip when Tom began to circle his fingers around her clit at a more moderate pace; she never knew how aware she could be to exactly how extremely wet Tom was making her.
"Damn it, Tom!" Ophelia cussed as his fingers move from her clit to her slick folds; the was a pinch of pressure as Tom's fingered entered into her. "Ah!"
Tom's cold smirk naturally came to his face as he saw Ophelia grab at the bed sheets beneath her; he fingered quickly and hard, carefully curving the tips of his fingers every so often inside just to hear Ophelia moan a slight bit louder. Tom loved how her brown hair slowly became a wild mess. Don't let her cum just yet.
"Take your clothes off." Tom ordered as he drew his fingers out of her.
Ophelia, lost in her haze of lust did just that. First she unbuttoned her blouse (after she nearly choked herself for forgetting to undo her tie), her bra disappeared next, followed by skirt, underwear, shoes, and socks. "Take off yours as well." Ophelia whispered lowly as she went to undo Tom's tie.
The Slytherin worked on undoing the belt on his trousers and removing his boxers as the naked female worked on ridding his body of his uniformed shirt. The Hufflepuff and Slytherin had to switch positions in order for the Slytherin to get undressed.
Ophelia began to trail little kisses from Tom's beautiful face down to his chest, a little bit more down to his lower abdomen, then finally further down to his erect member. Do it. Ophelia thought to herself, he might like it.
Ophelia opened her mouth and used her hand to gently guide Tom's dick into it.
"Fuckin' hell." Tom muttered as he looked down to see Ophelia's head bob up and down his harden shaft; one of her hands were close to her lips and it rubbed him up and down as she sucked him off. Tom let out a low groan as he felt Ophelia's tongue swirl around the head of dick right before she began to take him as deep into mouth as she could.
He wouldn't be able to last much longer. "Get up here, you filthy witch." Tom's demanding voice had an mixture of charm and control too it. It was a tone that suggested he didn't want the other person in the room to know he thoroughly enjoyed what she could with that pretty mouth of hers.
Ophelia did as she was told, but instead of lying by him to meet his demands she took to straddling over the boy's hips and lowered her head down so their eyes could meet. "What?" Ophelia arched an eyebrow at the boy. "Did you not like it?"
Tom didn't make a comment, he just pressed his lips against hers and trapped the half-blooded witch into a hungry kiss. The Slytherin's hand carefully guided his dick to Ophelia's entrance and easily slipped himself into her tight, warm walls.
A gasp echoed through the room, "Tom!"
Tom began to buck his hips up against her as quickly as he could, he waited long enough. He couldn't wait much longer. Ophelia felt great being on top for the first time, she didn't that both clitoral and vaginal pleasure could increase from this position. Her body easily matched Tom's thrusts, it even got to a point where she found herself riding his dick and Tom's movement halted to enjoy that.
"Holy shit, Ophelia." Tom whispered as he gripped onto her hips.
"What?" Ophelia's voice sounded distant and playful, "You like that" Her walls tightened around the swollen cock inside of her, and she felt every inch of Tom inside of her.
Oh my goodness! Ophelia thought to herself. What are you doing?! Stop this right now!
"You have no idea," Tom whispered lowly as he moved one of his hands to cup Ophelia's left breast.
Contented moans filled the room as Ophelia continued to quicken her pace, her movements became more and more forceful, until suddenly and rather miraculously, both teens arrived to a climax at almost the exact same time.
Tom came first, then shortly after Ophelia felt him release in her, her orgasm came quietly and wonderfully.
The half-blooded witch peeled herself off of the heir of Slytherin's body and immediately let her body lay down for a brief minute. A wondrous sensation tingled in her legs.
Tom merely let out a gasp of relief as he realized the tightness in his chest was now gone.
Silence settled between them like it always did after sex. Ophelia got up from Tom's bed and began to dress herself; she felt Tom's eyes on her with every movement she made until finally she reached for the door and left the prefect to himself.
A strange thought with absolutely no correlation to Tom Riddle entered her mind as she drew near the Hufflepuff House entrance.
I hope Mister Bartender won't think I'm a slag… Ophelia let out a chuckle that was close to hysterical.
Oh, Merlin, I don't even know his name and here I am hoping he doesn't fancy me any less because I shagged Tom.
Ophelia Mae Darwin wanted to scream until her lung collapsed or until she got her act together, but sleep sounded more appealing at moment (especially if Margo was going to wake her up for another early review session.)