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This series is rated 'M' for a reason-there is a sex scene in this here chapter.
Sorry for the overdue update. I didn't mean to post this chapter late, I meant to post two weeks ago but life fucking kick the shit out of me. I am sorry guys!
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November 13, 1948
Tom Riddle sat down in front of Dumbledore's desk, he was relaxed as he leaned in far back into the chair as he could. The heir of Slytherin was happy to be back in Hogwarts-even if the invite Albus Dumbledore sent out to Ophelia didn't extend over to Tom. In the brief moments before having to meet up with his former Transfiguration teacher, Tom had hidden Ravenclaw's diadem while Ophelia walked on her own to Dumbledore's office.
Albus narrowed his eyes slightly, not at Tom. No. The professor's eyes were narrowed and focused on the half-blooded witch who was in his office as well.
There was the up side-Ophelia Darwin was alive.
The down side-Albus knew the Ravenclaw diadem was gone and there was no way he'd be able to so bluntly confront Tom about the whereabouts of said diadem. Dumbledore also had to keep the letter he received from a witch in Albania a secret.
"I am fine, I swear." Ophelia Darwin reassured her old professor. There was a small nagging feeling that nipped at Ophelia as she said that but it didn't last too long. "I am fine." She repeated, unable to say much else. There was just...nothing. Nothing else in Ophelia's mind that could help her come up with more words.
Albus folded his hands on the top of his desk. "I am relieved you are fine, Miss Darwin." The auburn haired wizard looked over to Tom. "Shame you had to cancel your trip in Albania."
"It was the right thing to do." Tom calmly lied; he put a hand over Ophelia's. It was the hand that wore the ring Tom put on her. "It would not be right if we didn't return to England. Ophelia's family was worried."
My family was worried? A look of mild concern flicked on the brunette's face but it faded away as soon as it came.
Dumbledore looked back at the former Hufflepuff. "Do you remember falling?"
Ophelia's mind replayed the blurred memory of her in Albania, getting on the train. "I-."
Tom interrupted before Ophelia could say anything. "Professor, it was a traumatic incident, I doubt she could have remembered much."
"I remember getting on the train." Ophelia stated as soon as she could. She wasn't sure if she was stating it for Dumbledore or for Tom or for herself. She just felt like she had to say something. "That's it though."
A sigh from Albus Dumbledore echoed through the room. "I see." He forced a smile to his face, it was small. "Well, I don't want to keep you here much longer. I am sure you have other things you'd like to do today."
Ophelia nodded and stood up from her chair, "Enjoy the rest of your day, Professor." She threw a wave at her old Transfiguration teacher as she exited out of his office.
With a slow turn of the head Dumbledore then looked at Tom Riddle.
There was no expression, not even one of smugness was on his face. "Professor." Tom started off as he began to take his leave from the presence of Albus Dumbledore. "Take care."
The heir of Slytherin wasn't expecting a strong and rather emotionally geared statement from the older wizard.
"If you care about her, even a little, you should let her go." Albus said with a cold strictness heavy in his tone of voice. "You're going to ruin her."
A scoff came from Tom's lips. "Do you have proof I am even ruining her?" A silence fell in the room as the heir of Slytherin left.
Two magic users walked along each other as they ventured around London. There was particular destination in mind as they walked about but Tom Riddle did make sure they steered clear from anywhere that could have led to St. Wool's Orphanage.
Ophelia Darwin smoked a little cigarette as they walked aimlessly about. It was perhaps her sixth one of the day if Ophelia left like lying, and if Ophelia felt like telling the truth it was perhaps her ninth cigarette of the day.
"Those things cannot be good for your health." Tom glared at the cigarette in between the brunette's lips.
Ophelia shrugged her shoulders and stopped dead in her tracks. Her green eyes fixed on Big Ben and on the rest of the Palace of Westminster.
In a quiet movement, Tom plucked the cigarette from Ophelia's lips and threw it onto the ground.
"You really shouldn't have picked up such an ugly habit." Tom lectured Ophelia but he felt that her mind wasn't completely 'awake'.
"An ugly habit would have been if I took coke as often as the coven of witches in Chicago." Ophelia's voice was soft and smooth as she could remember Chicago and her time there so clearly. The sounds, the smells, the places she went to and the weather. Now, Ophelia was struggling to remember what she did yesterday.
"What did you say?" Tom wasn't sure he heard right. His emotions were a dangerous and sad mix of anguish and vexation.
Ophelia looked at Tom with confusion plastered all over her face. "What's wrong, Tom?" There was a distinct look of disappointment on his face. She walked closer to him and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers. "Tom?"
Somehow in the heir of Slytherin's mind, Tom put all the blame on Ophelia's need to travel. He knew for a fact before Ophelia's traveling days, the brunette never let a cigarette touch her lips before she started to travel. Ophelia was almost no better than street urchin with a drug addiction. Almost.
Ophelia saw how Tom's disappointment expression twisted into a completely different emotion.
"Do you even travel to learn new magic or is that all a front to go and do drugs?" Tom spat out with his eye narrowed with extreme prejudice at Ophelia. Bloody hell...What the fuck else has she done?
"It's not like I am addicted to anything illegal." Ophelia countered back with a frown of her own. Her eyes scanned around the wide and public area they were in and she was able to see that a few other bystanders were throwing her and Tom some looks. "Besides, what I've done is none of your business."
"Then you should have never made your original comment." Tom hissed back without a moment to spare. He was scared-deep down in the secretive corners of his mind-he was. His immortality was practically sealed, he only had one more horcrux to go.
However, Ophelia was as human as human could be. She was born and now all she had to do was die, who knew if it would be sooner or later with all the cigarettes she smokes and whatever other drugs she took.
How selfish of you! Tom screamed in his mind. He would hate to admit anything sincere towards the half-blooded witch but he definitely had to admit this: Ophelia was a constant in his life. In a way-Tom shared a life with her.
"Tom, stop it." Ophelia and Tom's hands were still intertwined. "People are looking at us."
"You think I give a shit about muggles and their stares," Tom gave a gentle squeeze as they held hands. "You're ruining yourself."
Ophelia pulled her hand away from the former Slytherin prefect and she took a big step back. She disagreed with the wizard in her presence. "I'd like to think I'm just living."
Reality was sinking in for Tom Riddle. "Come on." There was a slight hint of remorse as he stayed in still in his spot. "I'll take you home."
"Thank you." Ophelia shot one more look at the Palace of Westminster and its grand clock tower.
Tom walked Ophelia up to the door of a well size and pleasant looking enough home in West Berkshire; a note written in perfect cursive was pinned to the door.
Pipa,
Your mother and I are stepping out for today and the next two days for a small holiday. We'll be in Dorset. I'll have your Mum give you a ring on the line tomorrow if we get the chance. Poppa's off with his old friends on some sort of camping trip...If he comes home early please make sure he didn't sneak a pixie in like last time.
-Dad.
"For a moment I thought it was an eviction notice." Ophelia sighed as she reached for her wand and gave it a small and subtle swish. It didn't seem like any of her neighbors were out and about today. The door unlocked and swung open slightly. "Care for tea or cake before you use the floo system?"
Tom was hesitant to step through the threshold to enter Ophelia's home. Last time he stepped into a muggle house, Tom killed his father and grandparents. His mind went straight to justifying why he wouldn't have clause to kill the brunette. She's only a half-blood...not a first generation mud-blood. The heir of Slytherin stepped in and a sense of discomfort settled on him...This building was not just a house, it in every sense felt like a warm home.
Nevertheless, the handsome man took a seat on a recliner chair that was facing the family couch in a rather slanted way.
"Tom?" Ophelia brought out a tray of tea and coffee and a small slice of cheesecake out to the living room. "Tea?" She placed the tray on the medium size coffee table as she took a seat on the spot of the couch that allowed her to be close enough to Tom from where he sat.
The handsome young man went ahead and fixed himself a cup of tea as the brunette witch sweetened up her coffee. Tom's eyes drifted through the living room, the two things that caught his attention the most was the small spinet piano and the gramophone station next to the piano on a little stand.
Tom looked at Ophelia, then back at the musical items. Ophelia likes music, doesn't she?
"Are there no records in your home?" Tom asked as he gestured to the gramophone.
The former Hufflepuff finished off her coffee and put it back on the tray. "There are but," Ophelia shrugged and gazed into Tom's brown eyes. "I don't want to listen to music right now."
Interesting. Tom went ahead and finished off his tea. "I see."
Silence hung around the witch and wizard. Ophelia didn't find it too bothering...There was a loud static going on her mind since perhaps she and Tom got back from Albania. Currently, in Tom's presence the sound of static stopped and the silence was greatly welcomed.
Tom on the other had was slightly bothered. The silence was only made what little fraction of his conscience think of how the use of the 'Obliviate' spell might have been changing Ophelia. The heir of Slytherin drew his wand out and with an elegant twist of his wrist, a spell charged out from his wand and attached itself the gramophone.
"I don't know why, but I'm feeling so sad. I long to try something I've never had. Never had no kissin'. Oh, what I've been missin'. Lover man, oh, where can you be?"
Ophelia arched an eyebrow at Tom but said nothing. He's the guest in your home, I suppose.
She never thought Tom Riddle was one to ever want to use music in background for...well anything. Or at the very least, Ophelia thought to herself as she watch Tom pick at the cheesecake she put on the tray for him. I don't think he liked what I listen to.
Anyone who knew Ophelia Mae Darwin very well, knew that her favorite songs were always that of love songs. Happy, sad, fast, slow, or otherwise-if it was a love song or a song about love-Ophelia would be all over it.
"The night is cold and I'm so all alone, I'd give my soul just to call you my own. Got a moon above me, but there's no one to love me. Lover man, oh, where can you be?"
Is this a muggle song too? Tom's eyes widened for a brief millisecond at lyric pertaining to giving up the soul for the sake of having a life partner. "Who sings this?" He put down the little dish that held the cheesecake; he only took four bites but didn't care for any more sweets.
"Billie Holiday." Ophelia answered as the song 'Lover Man' played on. A smile broke out on her face, "I almost, almost got to see her perform when she was in New Orleans. But I didn't finish learning a spell and I didn't want to leave until I did. ." The half-blooded witch looked at her right hand-her focus heavily on her thumb. "Took me nearly a month to get it right."
A scab was supposed to be on that thumb, but there wasn't and there was no way, with Ophelia's memory wiped, for her to remember using the protection spell recently.
Tom had caught a glimpse of the cut on her thumb on the way back from Albania. He healed it up as soon as he caught it; he wasn't going to risk leaving any physical marks anywhere on her body that could have triggered a memory to come to the half-blooded witch.
So it is a muggle song then. The heir of Slytherin stood up from where he sat and soothed out the non-existent wrinkles in his trousers. "I think I will take my leave."
Ophelia nodded her head. "Of course." She started to make her way to her Poppa's office. "You can use the floo network here to get to where ever you need." The red door to Gregory Darwin's office wasn't hidden like it usually was, much to her convenience. "Floo powder is one the left hand corner of the book shelf-help yourself."
Strange book titles got the eye of the heir of Slytherin as he reached for the floo powder. 'Emergency Spells For the Desert.' He arched an eyebrow at that. 'Remodeling for Haunted Homes' and the most interesting book title Tom saw so far was, 'Yodeling for the Soul.'
That last one is probably a muggle book more than anything. Tom thought to himself but found himself studying the office that belonged to the eldest member of the Darwin family. The mismatched furniture, scattered papers over his desk, old cups and dishes on random spots in the office, and more books were sprinkled on the floor.
"Looking for a book for the road?" Ophelia asked as she took the floo powder out of Tom's hands and walked to the fireplace in the little office. Rather offhandedly she couldn't help smile to herself. "The old herbology book we used to share our second year is somewhere in here."
"I bet." Tom replied as his mind reeled back to him and Ophelia and trading noted and books during their second year at Hogwarts. There should have been a tone of nostalgia or maybe even sincerity in his voice but it was only a usual firm and monotone tone. He walked over to Ophelia and stood in front of the fireplace with her. His brown eyes still eyed the ring on her left hand, the amethyst gem with diamonds on the side sat pretty on her ring finger. She still hasn't said anything about it yet…
Ophelia opened the bag of floo powder up and gently nudge Tom's elbow with hers.
Tom grabbed a handful of powder out of the bag and stepped into the fireplace. He kept his gaze on Ophelia's face.
"It was good seeing you." Ophelia stated evenly and with a kindness in her voice.
The heir of Slytherin narrowed his eyes at the brunette. "I'll be seeing you again. Tonight."
Ophelia closed the bag of floo powder and the confusion that overtook her face was obvious. "Why?"
"I want an answer by tonight, Ophelia." Tom wanted an answer then and there but he knew he wasn't going to get one. "Expect me by ten o'clock, ten thirty at the latest."
Ophelia's heart jumped in her chest much like it would if someone had jumped out of corner and given her a scare. "I thought I had more time...you know, to think it over?"
"Changed my mind." Tom replied back. "However, you have at least ten more hours to give me an answer."
"Can't this wait?" Ophelia asked. She didn't like how Tom, who usually did whatever he wanted and whenever he wanted was suddenly so fixated on a 'yes or no' question. "Please?"
"Eleven o'clock then." Tom stated. "There, you now have roughly eleven hours until I see you." With that, the handsome young man threw the floo powder down to the fireplace floor. A green flame licked over Tom's body and he disappeared to Knockturn Alley.
An empty and sinking feeling crept on Ophelia and stayed until she could no longer take being alone in her home.
Zyra Zolotov narrowed her eyes at the news her husband so casually brought up while the were visiting the Blaine family. If William wasn't holding their daughter she would have strangled him.
"It's not like she has to marry him." William swayed from side to side in his chair as he tried to get his baby to sleep. "I am not going to have our daughter betrothed when she is only an infant."
Margo shot a side glance at Peter before throwing her gaze back to William and Zyra. That was another thing Peter and Margo needed to decide with their baby, especially since they were pure-bloods. Should we let our children pick who they love or should we pick for them?
"Who is the family?" Peter asked before taking a sip of gin and tonic from his cup.
"Zabini." William replied. "They are a pure-blooded family as well-."
That irked Zyra even more. "Pure-blooded as well? William," The South African witch's tone hinted at anger. "Your daughter is still a small part half-blood whether or not you acknowledge it."
William sighed and cradled his daughter closer to his chest. "I didn't mean it like that, Zyra. Please, I am sorry. It came out like that and I didn't mean for it to, sorry."
Yara Zolotov, only six months old and both her parents knew she was going to be beautiful as she got older. The baby had skin like her mother-that soft and warm shade of ebony. Unlike her mother, the baby's eyes were lighter than her mother and her hair was also a much lighter shade of black. Yara had her father's fine nose and she has William's ears but everything else was all Zyra.
The fireplace in the front parlor cracked alive as green flames shot up from the ashes. Ophelia emerged from the flames and made herself comfortable at the table her friends sat at. She was careful to hide her left hand from her friends; Ophelia tucked her left hand behind her back.
"Hold on." Margo shot a glare at her friend. "When did you get back?"
"Today." Ophelia answered with outward confidence. "There wasn't much in Albania."
"Oh?" Peter was curious just as everyone else, if not more. "Like there were tourist attractions to see or what?"
William narrowed his eyes at that statement. "No, I have family in Albania and there are many sights to see and things to do."
"Sure there are, darling." Zyra commented with a sight roll of her eyes.
Then it the half-blooded witch, as she noted how everyone at the table (besides her) had a life partner and a baby or a baby on the way. A painful ache shot through Ophelia's soul and body-a part of her was willing to admit wanted that.
"Want to stay for dinner?" Peter asked as he stood up from his chair. "I'll go let out house elf know so she can make enough for everyone."
Margo answered Ophelia's question for her. "Of course she'll be staying over for dinner, Peter." She then snapped her head to look over to Ophelia. "The real question is, will you be staying the night?"
"Not tonight, I can't." The brunette answered with a soft tone. Ophelia quickly slipped the ring off of her finger and hid it in the pocket of her dress. "Sorry."
Dinner with friends when everyone is single is a fun thing, it gets strange when all the friends are married.
"No wine?" Ophelia noted as they all ventured to the dining room. "Or vodka?"
"Breastfeeding." William answered.
"Pregnant." Peter stated.
A small chuckle was released from Ophelia's mouth as she noted how the men were the ones to answer her question as if they were the ones who carried babies in the stomachs or produced milk for the infants. They went from teens with a possible drinking problem to responsible husbands. That makes my soul happy.
"So Albania really had nothing for you?" Zyra asked. "At all?"
Ophelia didn't want to dwell too much on the fact that Albania was just a haze in her mind. So a lie would have to suffice for the moment. "We went during a wrong season-should have waited for the summer."
Margo sighed and rubbed her belly, the baby that grew inside her gave a kick. "Spain. I've told you, Pipa, go to Spain."
"Mexico is still on my mind." Ophelia answered as food began to float over from the kitchen to the table. As dinner went on, the half-blooded witch quietly studied her married friends.
Zyra and William.
Margo and Peter.
Each individual held something of respect, love, consideration, and kindness for their partner.
Another dull ache tore through Ophelia Darwin as envy circled through her again but it would help her form the answer to Tom's question.
Tom Riddle made himself comfortable in the home of the Darwin family. He'd arrived early to Ophelia's home and not to surprise his surprise, she wasn't there. Tom went ahead planted himself in Gregory Darwin's study, admiring the many books cluttered in the room (by that, it means he didn't take any of the books the old man had seriously).
An hour and a half went by before Ophelia calmly emerged out of the fireplace. She froze in her steps for a millisecond at the sight of the handsome man in her grandfather's chair.
"You're early." Ophelia committed at the obvious to initiate a conversation with the tall, dark, and often rude wizard. "Last I checked, it was barely even ten o'clock."
"This is an important decision to be made," Tom flicked his wand through the air and an old wooden chair moved from the corner of the room to a spot directly in front of him. "It would be best for me to be prompt." That and he was rather somewhat uneasy….He was letting someone else be in charge of a decision.
Ophelia sat down in front of Tom and she probably should have felt anxious but she didn't. In all honesty, the brunette with pale green eyes felt the same.
The heir of Slytherin looked down at Ophelia's left hand. "Where is the ring?" The absence of the ring on her finger was already looking to be a bad start.
Right, right. Ophelia dug into her pocket and pulled the mention accessory out and slipped onto her ring finger. "Token of your tolerance towards me, right, Tom?"
"Correct." Tom looked over Ophelia.
"A thank you card would have sufficed, you know." Ophelia stared into Tom's dark eyes, a small hint of warmth almost radiated from how his gaze. He's never...looked at me like that….
"A ring lasts longer than a card." Tom wasn't being honest. When was he ever honest with Ophelia? She (unintentionally or not) brought him Ravenclaw's fucking diadem-Tom could admit that the witch deserved more than a measly piece of paper. "Our whole…" Tom elegantly waved a hand in the air to gesture between him and Ophelia. "Dynamic, everything, would be meaningless to apply to a card anyhow."
"Sure, I guess." Ophelia looked over at the ring on her hand; it was beautiful but it made her feel a strong sadness. It fit her finger perfectly, it matched her eyes wonderfully, and she loved the way the gems were cut. The thing about it though, is somehow, Ophelia felt like this ring was not meant for her.
Enough of this banter. The warmth in Tom's eyes soon turned into that of impatience. "Since we're both here earlier than expected, I'd like an answer now."
"I know you would." Ophelia sighed. "Though I'd like clarification."
Tom pinched the bridge of nose and suck a breath in as a sign of impatience starting to manifest physically. "Domestic partnership. There will be a nice estate I am going to be receiving here shortly and I'd like you to occupy one of the rooms." Preferably one closest to me.
A domestic partnership? Ophelia's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Do you mean like marriage?" This is either too sudden or Tom's finally trying to be normal. A metaphoric spark lit a parade of wild emotions in the half-blood witch.
Bewilderment-because never did she think that Tom Riddle would ever consideration the notion of long term commitment to someone else.
Uncertainty-because, well, married life with a man such as Tom was nothing she could ever predict.
Happiness-in Ophelia's time in observing her friends at dinner...she realized that she did want to share her life with someone, she wanted to make a family.
"No."
"No?"
Tom shook his head with disgust. "Not a marriage."
Shame...Embarrassment...Slight envy and melancholy easily crashed on her.
"Ophelia, dear." Tom cleared his throat. "Marriage isn't this great and sacred bond muggles and wizards think it to be." His tone was on a level of such self-righteousness and arrogance that it was almost amazing. "Nott is unfaithful; Lestrange is unfaithful. Malfoy doesn't even know his wife and is on the brink of having an affair." A scoff came from the handsome man's lips. "Marriage is an excuse to throw a party and have your guests shag each other."
He's asking you to be his roommate then...There was a quiet echo of sadness in Ophelia's soul when she realized Tom never saw a healthy marriage and that, she could understand. The utter toxic in Tom's voice as he spoke about something he wasn't going to attempt.
"No then." Ophelia stood up from her wooden chair. "Thank you but I am not interested in a domestic partnership."
"Yet you're interested in marriage?" Tom arched an eyebrow at the brunette and couldn't help but feel a sense of anger. She must love picking the wrong answer.
"So what if I am?" Ophelia challenged the handsome man. "Is that so bad, Tom? Do you think it so gross that I want to share a life and a home with you?"
"Oh, please." Tom replied back. "What life could we share together? You're gallivanting around practicing common street tricks and putting drugs into your body. I'm sorry, Ophelia but that wouldn't be my idea of a lifestyle I'd like to share"
"You know…" Ophelia allowed each word Tom said to cut her deep. "Or well, maybe you don't know. I used to liked you-not over the moon and into the stars like some other girls in Hogwarts-but I liked you alot." A defeated sigh escaped Ophelia's lips. "Then for a split second, just now, I saw something in your eyes that made me think you could care for me the way I do but forget it."
Tom saw there was hurt etched in his witch's features and the all too familiar sense of guilt took whatever part of his brain was responsible for feeling the emotion. One on hand, the heir of Slytherin loathed idea of marrying a witch whose blood was as tainted as a pig sty. On the other hand-he's already spent so much of life where Ophelia was a loyally consistent variable...If marriage was sharing a life with someone, then weren't he and her already doing that?
"I am going to wash up and head to sleep." Ophelia's voice was distant but the hurt was hard to ignore. "Stay, leave, I don't quite care at the moment." She was halfway down the hall before she was stopped by Tom's apparating form.
Tom's slender hands immediately clasped down on Ophelia's shoulders; holding her firm in place. He kissed her lips and before he pulled away, Tom bit gently down on the witch's lip. A wisp of cinnamon, the very faintest scent of it, made itself obvious to Tom's senses.
Ophelia stepped back and with eyes wide with neither annoyance or confusion, she tried to study Tom's features only to come up with nothing. "Why did you-."
"You want to marry me?" Tom question with a hint of aggression in his. "Is that what you want?"
"Are you seriously asking me or do want to make a fool out of me?" Ophelia wasn't going to let herself be fooled.
"Yes or no." Tom stared at Ophelia much like a wolf would eye a lamb.
A deafening silence hung between the witch and wizard. Tom felt awkward knots tangle themselves all inside his stomach. In the brief moment she's left him alone, it occurred to him that through marriage one Ophelia Mae Darwin would be considered his and his alone.
Tom Marvolo Riddle found a strong comfort in that.
"Yes." Ophelia finally breathed out.
"Then I'll give that to you, Ophelia." Tom stated as he leaned in and kissed the only human he could ever truly care for.
Ophelia wrapped her arms around Tom's broad shoulders and deepened the kiss. With her arms around him, she carefully tried to maneuver their bodies a couple of steps off to the left to her bedroom. A swift yet gentle kick was all it took for the bedroom door to swing open and allowed two magic users to stumbled into the room.
Tom pulled away from Ophelia to click the door to a soft close. Ophelia made her way to the bed and laid propped up on her elbows as Tom walked and sat at the edge of her bed. The half-blooded witch watched Tom take his shoes off and undress himself down to bare skin.
Without any words needed or wanted at the moment, Tom went to undressing Ophelia and he planted stray kisses on random spots on her skin. Ophelia was stripped of every article of clothing that covered her body, small goosebumps covered her body as cold air greeted every surface.
The handsome young man straddled over the brunette and position his hard member at the wetting opening of his partner. "You miss this?" Tom asked in a low voice as he only slipped the tip of his dick into Ophelia.
"More than you can believe." Ophelia whined and she shifted under Tom. Sex wasn't something that being thrown at her left and right during her travels; she kept her legs shut due to lack of attraction to the men she'd seen abroad. It wasn't because those men were ugly or smelt funny or had terrible personalities-Ophelia was straight up not attracted to any of them.
A force of hard pressure and pleasure appeared in between Ophelia's legs and a sight of satisfaction escaped her lips just from feeling Tom inside of her. "Tom." She said softly, almost like a little prayer.
Tom said nothing but with a hard thrust as the pleasure from being in Ophelia started to take over him. The funny thing about sex, Tom found out after trying out some other witches, is that he felt close enough to peace when it was Ophelia he shared a bed with. If he wasn't going to have much of a soul anymore, wouldn't Tom, like all humans still needed to find peace?
Moans and little moments of calling the other name reverberated through Ophelia's bedroom and filtered through the rest of the house. It was a damn great thing the older members of the Darwin family were gone.
"Get on your stomach." Tom demanded as he pulled out of his witch. "Now." His body was covered in a light coat of sweat. Heat was generating between their two naked bodies and it was almost unbearable.
Ophelia did as Tom demanded and flipped over into the position he requested. A high pitched moan couldn't help but find its way out of the witched mouth as Tom wasted no time plunging himself back into Ophelia. A low yet loud moan also flowed out of Tom's mouth. Each thrust was stronger than the previous action until both reached a sweet physical relief in the form of a climax.
Tom Riddle pulled himself out of Ophelia Darwin and laid his naked body next to hers. Ophelia pulled the duvet over their bodies. Usually, most couples want to cuddle after intimacy but that wasn't the case here.
"Are you sure you want a marriage?" Tom asked as his fingers intertwined with Ophelia's. His grip was tight and possessive as he tried to take in the seriousness of what Ophelia wanted.
"Yes." Ophelia whispered back, every finger in her hand relaxed in Tom's strong hold.
Tom stared at the ceiling; conflicted. The heir of Slytherin was going to give the former Hufflepuff what she wanted though only to best of his ability...Or lack thereof that ability.