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This story is rated 'M' for a reason-this chapter contains a sex scene. You've been warned.

December 4,1943

Ophelia inspected her hips carefully as she stood in front of a mirror; the bruises on her hips had gone from an ugly purple color to a mild yellow tone that suggested it was slowly going away. The Hufflepuff went through different spectrums of emotion with Tom the past week. At first she was fearful, because Tom practically snatching her away in public was something he'd never done. As soon as she was done feeling fearful Ophelia panicked, because what if Tom being more aggressive towards her in public became their new normal? Soon that panic turned into confusion, because come to think of it, the only reason Tom Marvolo-fucking prick-Riddle was mad at Ophelia Mae Darwin had to do with that fact MAYBE another wizard liked her?

Then when she realized Tom Marvolo-fucking, selfish, bastard prick-Riddle was mad at her because another male showed her a small sense of gentlemanly decency- Ophelia damn near lost her shit. She was livid.

The only thing that kept the half-blood witch from screaming at the top of her lungs had to do with being in the Grand Hall during dinner on Friday when her realization hit….Plus, she caught of glimpse of Edmund Campion as he entered and she didn't want to seem more of nut to him.

Ophelia sighed and began to raid her closet for something to Margo's liking to wear for the day out. A full on smirk came to her lips as her eyes scanned the articles of clothing hung up. "How about I wear my black turtleneck and my brown-."

"If your sentence finishes off with the words 'tweed skirt', I will end you." Margo had been lying on her stomach, flipping through some letters her parents written to her. The pure-blooded witch seemed on bored out of her mind and spending her parent's money was something she absolutely needed to do before the stress of being a student overtook her.

"Haha," Ophelia chuckled lightly reaching for a white long sleeved blouse with a Victorian looking neckline. Once that blouse was on her body and buttoned up, it was easily paired with a long, chestnut plaid fall skirt with only four buttons along the front of it. Ophelia decided to opt for her daffodil colored loafers (the snow wasn't going to stop her from wearing her favorite pair of shoes!) "Is this for your liking then?"

Margo looked up from her letters; she frowned but she supposed it was better than the turtleneck and tweed skirt her friend seem to always wanted to wear. "It'll do." Margo smirked as a realization came to her head. "Just leave your hair lovely and down, don't put up or braid it because you might be mistaken for a nanny."

Ophelia laughed as she looked at her reflection at the mirror. Even though she liked the outfit she threw on together, she really did look like a nanny. "Well, I can be the wildly attractive nanny that no wife would want their husband to be around."

Margo stifled the rest of her laughter as she got up and grabbed her friend's arm. "Come on, off to Hogsmeade. Winter fashion sales are beginning and I plan to shop until I drop."

Ophelia only rolled her eyes as she grabbed her winter coat on the way out. "Of course."

This was the first weekend of December and for many Hogwart students this meant this was the calm before the storm. Quizzes, essays, tests, exams, finals and such were upon them. One last good day of goofing around in Hogsmeade would do them some good.

Hell, even Tom Riddle decided to show up to Hogsmeade that day. He wore a grey cotton sweater, brown pants, and a black, double breasted overcoat. Tom's Slytherin scarf was also a nice touch to his attire for the day.

Not to anyone's surprise, many female students fawned at the sight of Tom Riddle.

Had Margo and Ophelia not been walking with their arms linked together, the Blaine girl would have probably nudged the Darwin girl.

Margo didn't even try to sound discreet she caught a glimpse of Tom and his friends (in her mind, she was sure they were Tom's friends.) "He is so handsome." Margo smiled at her friend, "Seriously, Tom Riddle donates so much of his time to you but you're caught up on one wizard who has only spoken to you, what, five times?"

"Donates his time to me?" Ophelia felt slightly offended. "You make me sound like a charity case."

"No!" Margo insisted. "That's good. According to my gran and her best friend-."

"Margo, please, no." The half-blooded witch's plea fell to deaf ears.

The pure-blooded witch went on. "They say that you want a man who treats you like a charity case-it means they want to take care of you and are invested in you." A long sigh escaped Margo before she went on, no doubt she was thinking of Peter. "Because when a man does that, it means he might one day want to marry you."

"Marriage, love, romance, Peter." Ophelia tried not to sound condescending to her best friend as they walked to a shop called 'Odd and Odder', a little place to find strange, wonderful, and for the most part useless trinkets and books. A lot of times it was closed , but today it just so happened to be opened. "Is that all you ever think about, Margo?"

A smile came to the beautiful blonde's lips. "Yes and visiting the muggle side of Europe. Though I really don't give a damn if you think I need to put other things in my head."

"At the rate you think up romances, love, marriages and Peter I honestly don't think you could put other things in your head." Ophelia smiled back to her friend. "Just be sure to invite me to the wedding."

The doors of 'Odd and Odder' swung open and the two girls stepped in. The sounds of two young teen males laughing drew them to an aisle off to right side of the building.

Peter and William were on the ceiling, having tea with the shop owners. Thanks to magic, none of the food, drinks, utensils fell on the girls.

"Good afternoon Mister and Missus Unichev." Ophelia greeted warmly looking directly up at the ceiling. "You all look like bats hanging from tree limbs."

"No." William retorted with a child like tone, "You look like a bat hanging from tree limbs."

The Unichevs were lovely old people from Albania. The old witch and wizard duo moved to England to be closer with daughter and their grandchildren nearly twenty years ago. While they were old and didn't need to work (something about having a wildly successful charm and common household potions business), they were sure extra money wouldn't hurt their pockets.

Peter looked down at Ophelia. "Pipa, my grandparents have told you many times they would prefer you to call them by their first names."

Margo smiled up at the old couple. "Miremengjes Marco dhe Anne." (Good afternoon Marco and Anne.)

"Come up and join us ladies." Marco Unichev waved his waved in the air and in an instant the two girls were settled on the ceiling having tea time with Peter his grandparents and William. "I get so tired looking at these two eat." Marco gestured a firm hand over to Peter and William's direction. "Like pigs."

Anne Unichev snapped her fingers and tea began to fill into the girls' cups. "That is an insult to pigs." The older woman snapped her fingers again and a small plate of biscuits hovered over to Ophelia and Margo. "I made extra for you."

Ophelia drank and ate as everyone at the table chattered and joked with one another. She was content to stay inside the Odd and Odder shop.

The sound of a ringing bell echoed through the shop, it signaled a customer stepped in.

"Hello?" It was a male voice.

Ophelia felt her heart quicken in her chest. Is that…?

"Yes," Marco's voice boomed. "We are opened."

When the male voice finally appeared to the people on the ceiling have tea, his eyes immediately drifted over to the brunette at the table.

"Good afternoon Darwin." Gray eyes then shifted over to acknowledge the rest of the people having tea on the ceiling. "Everyone else."

Ophelia smiled, "Campion!" From underneath the table, Ophelia left Margo kick her feet. Ophelia ignored it. "Buying something from the shop?"

A charming, half grin broke on Edmund's face as an unplanned but perfect reply came out of his mouth. "I will if it means you go on a date with me."

Did he just…? A blush came to her cheeks as she smiled down at the boy. Margo kicked her leg again and something that sounded like a muted scream was being hummed through the air.

Marco laughed and Anne looked down at the Ravenclaw boy. "We have a sale on shells that allow you hear the beaches of places around the world. Pick one then lovely girl is yours the rest of the day." Anne and Marco gently floated away from the ceiling and back to the floor. "Follow us."

With wide eyes William snapped his head from his cup of tea to Edmund's retreating figure, back to his cup of tea, then over to Ophelia. "Are you about to go on a date or is this tea spiked?"

"Hey!" Ophelia threw a sugar cube across the table at William. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Margo shook her head, "No. Pipa isn't going on a date with anyone." The blonde looked over to her friend. "Right?"

Ophelia's blush was still on her cheeks as she tried to coax Margo into letting her hang out with Edmund for the day. "Well, I mean a date is more like a pre-planned thing between two people and you all witness how Campion had asked me right now."

"Pipa!" Margo started whine.

A small part of Ophelia's soul felt sorry for Peter. If Margo and Peter really did marry, then wow, good luck. Still, the half-blooded witch looked over to Peter, she careful titled her head towards the direction of Margo's whining.

Peter sighed. He supposed it was time to let Margo share her best friend with another person outside their collective group. "Margo." Peter Elwood's voice was smooth and calming as he addressed the blonde. He easily thought up a topic that would keep Margo occupied. "Speaking of dates when do you think you'll find out who you're getting betrothed to?"

Margo's whining stopped. "Sometime during winter break actually. Mother and father want to host a grand party for when they drop the news."

Peter nodded his head, he prompted Margo to continue on.

Yes! Ophelia smirked at Peter, who only rolled his eyes at her. William pushed his tea cup away, he was convinced that it was spiked.

Fifteen minutes later, Edmund Campion purchased a conch shell that allowed him to hear the beaches of Hawaii. A beautiful brunette walked by his side as they exited out of Odd and Odder.

"So," The Hufflepuff started out as they walked through Hogsmeade. "What made you want to spend a day with me?"

The Ravenclaw slowed his pace down and inched a little closer to the witch. "I wanted to see if you were going to scream out any more windows, or get drunk. I also felt like possibly getting yelled at another professor for letting cold air into a room."

Embarrassment crashed on Ophelia. Did Campion just see her as someone to poke fun at? Oh Merlin...What if he just wants to be friends?

Edmund then nudged the half-blooded witch lightly with his elbow. "Alright, fine. I guess my sense of humor is something you need to warm up to." His gray eyes met her green eyes. "I thought you were a funny little thing and you caught my attention."

Ophelia almost melted then and there, but she knew she had to at least pretend to behave and act like she had a good shoulder on her head. Wait...what? She was sure she had that saying backwards but still! Ophelia knew she had to act right. "You know what caught my attention?"

A pleasant, "Huh?" came from the handsome blonde male's mouth.

"I know close to nothing about you." Ophelia then added, "Unless you want me to take the rumors I heard about you as the valid truth."

A sense of discomfort hit Edmund deep in the gut but he realized that right by him, was a girl willing to know about him...The sense of discomfort in his gut was replaced with a fluttering sensation. She's giving me a chance? Edmund almost couldn't believe it. Ophelia already struck him as a girl who was sweet, but a sweet girl who was still interested in him after she most likely heard about his mother? After she heard about him more or less being a player? Oh, Merlin...and she's easy on the eyes too.

As gently as he could, Edmund grabbed her hand and began to lead her into away from the direction they were aimlessly walking in.

Involuntarily, Ophelia flinched. At the back of her mind, she thought about how Tom would just yank and pull at her.

"Sorry." Edmund paused, "I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, no, no." Ophelia shook her head and she forced a small chuckle out as a hope to calm both of them down. "I wasn't expecting that is all." I was expecting more of a firm and bruising grip on my wrist while being forced into a room, while being told I am incompetent but this is nice.

"Okay." Edmund took a deep breath, his hand still holding onto Ophelia's. "Let's go to The Three Broomsticks. We can sit down, we can chit chat, and if you want, you can know more about me."

It started out simply enough, the started with basic things about each other. Ophelia loved potted shrimps, early Saturday mornings, and reading the paper with her Poppa. Edmund loved a traditional, English full breakfast, Friday nights, and spending time in his family's summer estate in France.

"You've ever been to France?" Edmund asked as he waved for a waitress to come over to their table.

"I've never been outside of England!" Ophelia shook her head, "I had to move out of London before this year started actually, now we have a house in West Berkshire."

Ophelia spoke on about why her and family had to move, Edmund felt stupid for his lack of knowledge on what was going on in the muggle world. He'd forgotten that the muggles were in a war of their own.

Which then prompted a newly fueled curiosity for the Ravenclaw. How was growing up in a muggle world?

Ophelia smiled as she recalled her childhood, "Poppa was always making a mess of things with his magic so I knew there was more, you know? Though, I remember riding my bike around the block with my school mates. Going to school and learning about science and math and literature." Ophelia closed her eyes and the memory of her and her mother cooking dinner in the kitchen flood her brain. "I did a lot of things without the use of magic basically." She then asked about how his childhood went about. Was he always surrounded by witches and wizards?

Edmund put down his fork and ran a hand through his blonde hair as he recalled his childhood. "My mother would not let me, for the longest time, go to bed without singing the Hoggy Warty Hogwarts song. It finally stopped when I was six and stopped sounding cute, I suppose." Edmund paused for a moment until something came into mind. "My favorite person in the world then was my uncle, Enzo. He'd take me everywhere with him and he was the first person who taught me how to fly a broom. His older now and has a family of his own, but he gives me a few pointers in Quidditch when we see each other."

Ophelia bit her lower lip slightly, she wasn't sure if she should say what was on her mind but she was going to anyways. "You don't seem too particularly close to your family?" The only reason why Ophelia said that was because Edmund seemed tense and weary as he spoke about his childhood.

While she didn't feel pity or sorry for the Ravenclaw teen-she did want to make him feel better somehow.

He gave her an easy going shrug, "I've learned to accept the dynamics of my family and home situation. Besides, either way, I still inherit everything and more." When he was a child it used to cut and sting deep on the inside how terribly busy his mother was-what hurt more was the fact his grandparents didn't warm up to him until finally got his letter from Hogwarts. Also, as a general rule to not fuck himself over emotionally: he never thought about who his father was.

"So you mentioned an estate in France," Ophelia prodded on. "Do you go there in the summer when your family is busy?"

Most pure-bloods might have Ophelia's forwardness about their families insulting, good thing Edmund was already shunned by most pure-bloods. "Yes, honestly. I'd rather be in France than the regular posh and proper estate we have here." Did I sound like a rich prick...Edmund wondered. Fuck, I did.

"Uh, well." Ophelia cleared her throat, she hoped her proposal to Edmund would at least be met with a polite rejection. "If you'd like, like I said, I just moved to West Berkshire and I didn't get to explore it yet so...If you'd like, this summer you could dropped by and visit if France becomes too posh and proper for you."

Edmund felt something tug violently at his heartstrings and he felt something start to knot itself up in the pit of his stomach. His voice almost cracked completely, "Sure!" Calm yourself, Campion. Edmund took a sip of butterbeer before he spoke again, "I'd like that. Thanks, Darwin."

A toothy smile broke onto Ophelia's face, "Anytime, Campion."

As the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff continued to learn more about each other, they weren't aware of the Slytherin that stumbled upon them.

Tom had kept an eye on them for what was probably a good, solid two hours. He didn't know why but every smile, laugh, and look that Edmund directed towards Ophelia made Tom want to absolutely throw a multitude of curses his way. Tom also could help but feel a sense of betrayal.

Tom balled his fists up, no.

From day one, Ophelia was his. The second he laid on her and she proved to be useful: she was his. From first year through fifth year: Ophelia was always his.

Tom was going to remind her tonight of that, he could wait if he had to.

Hours later, Edmund and Ophelia finally parted for the day. The Ravenclaw even walked the girl to the entrance of the Hufflepuff house.

"Hello?" Ophelia wandered through the Hufflepuff common rooms. It was unusually empty but then again, this weekend was indeed, the calm before the storm.

Ophelia combed her fingers through her brown hair and headed towards the girl's dormitory room; she didn't feel alone. She froze in her steps and called out once more, "Hello? Is anyone else home?"

Silence greeted her. Well then, Ophelia started to unbutton her blouse as she continued to the girl's room. A nice warm shower would suit her fine; a nice long one at that too. Her blouse was all unbuttoned and lying on the floor as soon as got into her room. Her skirt was the next thing to drop from her body, then her bra. She was about to drop her undies down until a voice made her freeze completely.

"Was that show for me?" The voice was smooth as silk. "How kind of you."

Immediately, Ophelia protectively cupped her bare breast with her hands and turned towards where the sound originated from: her bed.

"Tom?" Ophelia stood still at the sight of a Slytherin lying on her bed comfortably. She easily noted how he was fully clothed and she was damn near naked. "How'd-when-what are you?" The half-blooded witch didn't know where to start; her random sputtering of words came to a halt.

"Lie down with me, why don't you?" Tom pulled off his sweater and threw it down on the ground.

Ophelia was trying to get a grasp on what was going on. He wants sex…? In my room? Ophelia took a step back. "We can't! My housemates will be back soon and-."

"No." Tom said sternly, "They won't."

"Margo, Peter, and William will be wondering where I am and they'll-."

The heir of Slytherin stood up and walk towards his prey. "They won't." Tom, with as much control as he could muster, put his hands lightly on Ophelia's hips. "They all think you're with Edmund Campion."

There! That was it! That's what he was just itching to say to her! Ophelia wanted to pull away but the patterns Tom slowly traced on her hips made her stay. "You saw us…" Ophelia whispered lowly.

All of Tom's moves were carefully calculated. He watched how warmly and careful the bastard Ravenclaw was towards Ophelia, he saw how she practically adored everything that flew out that of that's bastard mouth too. Tom was going to get Ophelia back under his thumb and this was probably the best way to do it.

"I did." The heir of Slytherin placed a kiss on the base of Ophelia's neck. "You told me," Tom said trying his best not snap at her. "That you just met him." Another kiss was placed on her neck. "Yet, you looked very comfortable with him." Tom looked Ophelia's eyes. "It also looked like a date." He saw the fear in her eyes, and he thought, there was nothing more beautiful than Ophelia when she realizes she's way in over her head. Tom brought one hand away from her hip and cupped the side of her face. Their lips pressed together, for sweet and chaste kiss.

"Why are you doing this?" Ophelia asked as they broke apart from the innocent kiss. Tom had only kissed her like that once-and it was only because at that time-it was the first kiss between them.

Tom kissed her again; his perfect lips against hers. "Why wouldn't I do this?" The heir of Slytherin pulled away from the half-blooded witch and lifted her into his arms bridal style.

Ophelia's heart was going wild, her blood pressure probably was at an unusually high rate when Tom laid her flat on her back with him calmly straddling her body.

He wanted her to feel good. Unbelievable good. Tom Riddle wanted Ophelia to think of him whenever she spoke to Campion. He hooked his fingers onto the sides of her undies and slid them off her body before he took off his boxers.

"Tom-."

"Hush."

Ophelia was terrified...This wasn't what she was used to with him. "I don't think you are feeling right."

"You're right." Tom decided to let a small bit of malice show as he lowered his head down between her legs; his breath hitting against her womanhood as if he was taunting her. "I'll feel better after I remind you who's in charge." As soon as he said that, Tom let his tongue lick Ophelia's wet folds. He was surprised to find that he actually didn't mind the taste of Ophelia. Tom plunged his tongue into her opening while his hands found other ways to please the witch he was with. A pale white hand found a spot on Ophelia's left breast, pinching and fondling painfully slow much for her dislike. While another hand, easily focused on strumming the half-blooded witch's clit. All while, Tom's tongue lapped her up and pumped into her as if it was a different anatomy of his body in her.

"Tom…" Ophelia moaned his name. But in the back of her mind...Tom wasn't who she was thinking of.

Tom growled against Ophelia's cunt before he pulled away; he could read her mind without even trying. The heir knew exactly who she was thinking about. Stay in control, stay in control. Instead of lashing out on her, Tom trailed back to Ophelia's face and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

There was a tangy after taste shared between the two; Tom deepened the kiss and slowly he began to rub the head of his dick against her wet and slick folds. "Are you ready for me?"

What the hell is going on? Ophelia wanted to scream. Tom was never this sweet in bed!...Did someone slip amortentia in his drinks? The Hufflepuff nearly pushed the prefect off of her body. Oh, Merlin! Did she just take advantage of him?

A genuine chuckle broke from Tom's lips-he really didn't have to try to read her mind. No, sweet fool. Tom thought as he planted another deep kiss on Ophelia's lips. "Are you ready for me or not, Ophelia?" He rubbed himself a bit more prominently against her as he waited for an answer.

"Yeah…" Ophelia sounded far away from him. Lust clouded her brain.

Tom didn't hesitate for a second as soon as he heard her reply. Though unlike the other times, they had sex where he just pounded into as fast and as hard as he could-he wanted Ophelia to feel good.

Tom needed her to remember exactly who made her feel the way he did. At first he started out slow but he made sure he was hitting that sweet spot deep in her core. Ophelia initiated a kiss, her short moans escaped between their lips when they had to pull apart for air. No matter how well, she kissed him, Tom was going to keep a steady pace for the time being.

"Ahhh...Oh...Tom…" Ophelia started huff out, the flush on her face was becoming evident. It was like she was drunk of the sex. "Tom….Please…"

Yes,that was what Tom was waiting for: Ophelia at his mercy (much like the good old days.)

"Please what?" Tom hummed nonchalantly. He could tell that at the back of his witch's mind-it was him she was thinking about now. Not some bastard Ravenclaw.

"Please…" Ophelia moaned.

"Ooh." Tom taunted only quicken his pace for a slight minute before slowing back down. "You want me to fuck you faster?" Tom bucked his hips deep into Ophelia before pulling his dick halfway out and slamming himself back into her core. "Beg for me."

Did I hear that right? Ophelia dug her hands deep into her bed. No, I am sure I heard him right.

"Beg." Tom's tone was forceful as he began to slowly buck into her. "Beg, Ophelia."

Fuck!

She did. Ophelia played right into her Slytherin prefect's hand and beg for him. "Please, Tom. Please, please, please go faster."

"Only fast." Tom said as he quickened his pace but he refused to hit that sweet spot deep inside Ophelia. "If you say so."

"Tom!" Ophelia moaned. "Deep and fast….Ahhh...Please."

A cold smirk painted itself onto Tom's face: he was close to getting things back to how he wanted. Tom gave the filthy half-blood what she begged for. His pumps were swift and deep as he bucked into her tight and wet cavern.

"Tom...Tom...Ahh...Tom…"

Her moans filled the room.

"Are you close, Ophelia?" Tom moaned lowly. "Cum for me." He slowed his pace down and focused on deeper penetration. "Cum for me, Ophelia." Tom pressed his forehead against hers. Leaving the girl no choice to look at the heir of Slytherin as an orgasm rocked through her body.

"Oh, fuck! Tom!" Ophelia both cursed and moaned as she felt her wet walls tighten against him.

A moan escaped Tom as he realized that he too, also came around the same time as Ophelia.

Both teens took in a deep breath before settling into bed. Sleep was on Ophelia's mind. Tom, on the other hand, wasn't done with his manipulation of his half-blooded witch. He wrapped his arms around the fair skinned witch and pulled her into him.

Ophelia's face was pressed against his chest, but Tom could already see the face of absolute confusion she sported.

"Stay with me like this for a moment." Tom demanded.

Ophelia didn't reply. All she knew was felt ashamed of her actions while she positive Tom felt absolutely proud of himself.

Ophelia felt dirt...filthy..guilty.

All she could do was stay still as the world's future most deadliest wizard cuddled her against his body. Though of course, Ophelia didn't know that about Tom yet.