"I cannot believe Pomfrey gave me a weeks worth of detention. Who does he think he is, calling me an imbecile? I don't know what kind of game he is playing, I followed his directions perfectly."
The young man was pacing the floor, almost frantically. His hand pushed through his dark hair as he continued speaking to himself.
"I'll show him. He has no idea who he is fooling with. His first year teaching and already he is as bad as that muggle loving fool Dumbledore. The two of them are going to learn the consequences of meddling with Lo-"
The young man's rants and pacing stopped abruptly as the little kitten sat in his path toy mouse in her mouth. The kitten had ignored his ramblings since they returned to the room, but apparently she felt his failure to provide her with entertainment had gone on long enough.
The young man reached down and picked up the kitten. Stroking her fur in an oddly amused voice he inquired, "I'm sorry, am I boring you?"
The kitten's response was to arch her back into his caresses. After the young man reanimated the mouse, the kitten rubbed her chin against his hand affectionately and jumped down. The kitten was able to quickly catch the mouse but released it with a head start so that she might play again. The young man watched the kitten's antics with the mouse for a few minutes before a knock at the door distracted him.
The knock came a second time before the young man reached the door to open it. The sweet smile of the young girl at the door made the never noticed presence in the room cringe. The charming smile of the young man as he waved the girl inside made him positively ill.
"Tom, I've been trying to find you alone to ask you something for weeks. Seems like all you do these days is stay in your room."
Tom gazed up and down at the girl, still with his smile. He sat on the bed and indicated she should sit as well.
"Well, now you've done it. Now you've managed to get me all to yourself. So tell me, what is it that you want?"
The girl hesitated. She clearly lacked Gryffindor bravery. And a Ravenclaw would be clever enough to be frightened of that grin. A Slytherin would be too cunning, would know better than to be here.
"Well…I…wondered if you were going to Hogsmeade this weekend. And I thought maybe if you were, well I thought maybe…"
"You thought if I were going, maybe I could bring you back a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?"
The girl looked confused.
"No, oh no. I was planning on going. I just wondered if you were going or not and if -"
"-You wondered if I wasn't going, would I like you to bring me back a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?"
"Tom!"
The young girl giggled, exasperated. The young man raised an eyebrow trying to appear innocent.
"Yes?"
"You know that's not what I meant."
The young man cocked his head to the side.
"What, am I supposed to read your mind? How exactly is it that I am supposed to know what you mean?"
The girl wore an amused frown.
"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade this weekend with me or not?"
The young man reached out a hand to trace a strand of hair on the girl's cheek.
"Now, was it really so hard to come out and say that?"
The girl blushed, pleased at the young man's action and teasing tone.
"You can be a bit intimidating sometimes, Tom."
"I don't believe that at all!"
His eyes scanned her face as if trying to memorize every detail before he continued speaking.
"Do you really find me…overwhelming?"
The girl admitted boldly, "I think you can be."
Surely a Ravenclaw would have wits enough to flee this time at the young man's words and smile.
"I suppose I am sometimes."
Still gazing into her eyes, the young man asked more of her.
"This trip to Hogsmeade. Would it be a friendly occasion, or perhaps more?"
The girl bit her own lip, trying to contain her smile and the flush creeping across her face. She gave a little shrug before hesitantly speaking.
"Maybe something more."
The hand still on her face worked its way down to her shoulder, a better position for use in pinning her down in a moment.
"Tell me Amelia, just how much more?"
The girl didn't react very quickly. The young man already had her pinned down on the bed and was crushing her lips. Perchance she hadn't yet realized this was not to be something consensual or pleasant. Perchance she only began to suspect just how overwhelming Tom Riddle could be once he was the one biting her lips.
In any case, that was when she started trying to protest and flailed against him. It seemed for a moment that finally the young man had chosen poorly. Though Hufflepuffs lacked Godric Gryffindor's courage, they were known for their loyalty and sense of justice. Surely Amelia Bones would not have kept quiet afterwards. She would have been the one to finally speak to those in authority. As fate would have it however, she would have nothing to speak of.
As soon as the unusual sounds started on the bed, the kitten's attentions diverged from her own too easy to catch mouse. Jumping onto the bed, she attempted to investigate the cause of the sounds.
The young man looked up to see the little gray and black kitten peering at him and started. The young girl spit up into his face, but the young man didn't react. He only returned the kitten's questioning gaze. When Tom Riddle turned away from the kitten with an ashamed look, he released the girl beneath him. The young girl slapped him hard about the face before she exited the room.
No, the young girl would speak poorly of Tom Riddle to her friends, classmates, anyone who would listen. But in the end she never mentioned the actual incident to anyone. Particularly not years later when discoveries were made about the young man's other identity. After all, what was there to report? Almost as soon as she had told him to stop, he had.
After the young girl's abrupt departure, the kitten remained on the bed, staring at the young man. The young man however would not return her gaze. The young man crossed to the other door and the sounds of a bath being drawn began. Only when the water's running was muffled by the closing of the door, did the kitten return her attentions to her own little mouse.
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A/N As always thank you to Minerva Dumbledore1 for betaing for me.
Just to be clear since during his lecture in the last chapter, Binns's mind wandered, as it often is want to do.
The comparison between Grimsby's death and unicorn blood was because the people present killed him and drank his blood. Certain properties of unicorns, namely their if not restorative at least sustaining powers, can be transferred through the drinking of their blood. The people present, unable to come to a consensus about how to share a living Grimsby, each drank his blood with the understanding that perhaps they might all receive powers similar to Grimsby but at the very least, none of the others would leave with Grimsby. The standard if I can't have what I want no one will kind of thing. Something entirely different from a blood marriage bond.
Thank you Tetris, Static-Filled Star, LinZE, Cluttered, Minerva Lea, & Mavidian for reviewing.
Tetris - Kitten does age, however the small amount she has grown in the last few months as a little girl doesn't translate into a noticeable difference in cat form. Just the difference between a life span of 200+ years vs. 20+ years.
Static-Filled Star Glad you are enjoying Binns. He will provide much of the comedy throughout the years.
Cluttered - You are making me blush! Glad you are enjoying the story so far. Yes, Minerva does have that ability. As for sex scenes, it will be a few years before you see another one but expect many, many more. Usually not senseless smut, not that there is anything wrong with senseless smut. I tend to stick important character development and hints for later plot points right in the middle of them.
Minerva Lea Yes, 8 now.
The young man was pacing the floor, almost frantically. His hand pushed through his dark hair as he continued speaking to himself.
"I'll show him. He has no idea who he is fooling with. His first year teaching and already he is as bad as that muggle loving fool Dumbledore. The two of them are going to learn the consequences of meddling with Lo-"
The young man's rants and pacing stopped abruptly as the little kitten sat in his path toy mouse in her mouth. The kitten had ignored his ramblings since they returned to the room, but apparently she felt his failure to provide her with entertainment had gone on long enough.
The young man reached down and picked up the kitten. Stroking her fur in an oddly amused voice he inquired, "I'm sorry, am I boring you?"
The kitten's response was to arch her back into his caresses. After the young man reanimated the mouse, the kitten rubbed her chin against his hand affectionately and jumped down. The kitten was able to quickly catch the mouse but released it with a head start so that she might play again. The young man watched the kitten's antics with the mouse for a few minutes before a knock at the door distracted him.
The knock came a second time before the young man reached the door to open it. The sweet smile of the young girl at the door made the never noticed presence in the room cringe. The charming smile of the young man as he waved the girl inside made him positively ill.
"Tom, I've been trying to find you alone to ask you something for weeks. Seems like all you do these days is stay in your room."
Tom gazed up and down at the girl, still with his smile. He sat on the bed and indicated she should sit as well.
"Well, now you've done it. Now you've managed to get me all to yourself. So tell me, what is it that you want?"
The girl hesitated. She clearly lacked Gryffindor bravery. And a Ravenclaw would be clever enough to be frightened of that grin. A Slytherin would be too cunning, would know better than to be here.
"Well…I…wondered if you were going to Hogsmeade this weekend. And I thought maybe if you were, well I thought maybe…"
"You thought if I were going, maybe I could bring you back a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?"
The girl looked confused.
"No, oh no. I was planning on going. I just wondered if you were going or not and if -"
"-You wondered if I wasn't going, would I like you to bring me back a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?"
"Tom!"
The young girl giggled, exasperated. The young man raised an eyebrow trying to appear innocent.
"Yes?"
"You know that's not what I meant."
The young man cocked his head to the side.
"What, am I supposed to read your mind? How exactly is it that I am supposed to know what you mean?"
The girl wore an amused frown.
"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade this weekend with me or not?"
The young man reached out a hand to trace a strand of hair on the girl's cheek.
"Now, was it really so hard to come out and say that?"
The girl blushed, pleased at the young man's action and teasing tone.
"You can be a bit intimidating sometimes, Tom."
"I don't believe that at all!"
His eyes scanned her face as if trying to memorize every detail before he continued speaking.
"Do you really find me…overwhelming?"
The girl admitted boldly, "I think you can be."
Surely a Ravenclaw would have wits enough to flee this time at the young man's words and smile.
"I suppose I am sometimes."
Still gazing into her eyes, the young man asked more of her.
"This trip to Hogsmeade. Would it be a friendly occasion, or perhaps more?"
The girl bit her own lip, trying to contain her smile and the flush creeping across her face. She gave a little shrug before hesitantly speaking.
"Maybe something more."
The hand still on her face worked its way down to her shoulder, a better position for use in pinning her down in a moment.
"Tell me Amelia, just how much more?"
The girl didn't react very quickly. The young man already had her pinned down on the bed and was crushing her lips. Perchance she hadn't yet realized this was not to be something consensual or pleasant. Perchance she only began to suspect just how overwhelming Tom Riddle could be once he was the one biting her lips.
In any case, that was when she started trying to protest and flailed against him. It seemed for a moment that finally the young man had chosen poorly. Though Hufflepuffs lacked Godric Gryffindor's courage, they were known for their loyalty and sense of justice. Surely Amelia Bones would not have kept quiet afterwards. She would have been the one to finally speak to those in authority. As fate would have it however, she would have nothing to speak of.
As soon as the unusual sounds started on the bed, the kitten's attentions diverged from her own too easy to catch mouse. Jumping onto the bed, she attempted to investigate the cause of the sounds.
The young man looked up to see the little gray and black kitten peering at him and started. The young girl spit up into his face, but the young man didn't react. He only returned the kitten's questioning gaze. When Tom Riddle turned away from the kitten with an ashamed look, he released the girl beneath him. The young girl slapped him hard about the face before she exited the room.
No, the young girl would speak poorly of Tom Riddle to her friends, classmates, anyone who would listen. But in the end she never mentioned the actual incident to anyone. Particularly not years later when discoveries were made about the young man's other identity. After all, what was there to report? Almost as soon as she had told him to stop, he had.
After the young girl's abrupt departure, the kitten remained on the bed, staring at the young man. The young man however would not return her gaze. The young man crossed to the other door and the sounds of a bath being drawn began. Only when the water's running was muffled by the closing of the door, did the kitten return her attentions to her own little mouse.
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A/N As always thank you to Minerva Dumbledore1 for betaing for me.
Just to be clear since during his lecture in the last chapter, Binns's mind wandered, as it often is want to do.
The comparison between Grimsby's death and unicorn blood was because the people present killed him and drank his blood. Certain properties of unicorns, namely their if not restorative at least sustaining powers, can be transferred through the drinking of their blood. The people present, unable to come to a consensus about how to share a living Grimsby, each drank his blood with the understanding that perhaps they might all receive powers similar to Grimsby but at the very least, none of the others would leave with Grimsby. The standard if I can't have what I want no one will kind of thing. Something entirely different from a blood marriage bond.
Thank you Tetris, Static-Filled Star, LinZE, Cluttered, Minerva Lea, & Mavidian for reviewing.
Tetris - Kitten does age, however the small amount she has grown in the last few months as a little girl doesn't translate into a noticeable difference in cat form. Just the difference between a life span of 200+ years vs. 20+ years.
Static-Filled Star Glad you are enjoying Binns. He will provide much of the comedy throughout the years.
Cluttered - You are making me blush! Glad you are enjoying the story so far. Yes, Minerva does have that ability. As for sex scenes, it will be a few years before you see another one but expect many, many more. Usually not senseless smut, not that there is anything wrong with senseless smut. I tend to stick important character development and hints for later plot points right in the middle of them.
Minerva Lea Yes, 8 now.