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Whenever he was at the office, Tom threw himself into his new job.
He worked tirelessly for the Minister and the Ministry, going out of his way to see to one matter after another, far above and beyond what would be expected of someone in his position.
Over time, his stealthy plan began to unfold.
Tom's unmatchable work ethic, charming mannerisms, and skillful magic brought him smile after smile, praise after praise, even from the Minister himself.
Harriet truly appreciated the sacrifices her husband made for the betterment of their family.
Between focusing on her own recovery and adjusting to her new life as a devoted mother, largely with Merope's kind help, Harriet contemplated ways in which she could reward her husband's success.
Tom needed no grand parties.
As baby Mae celebrated her first six weeks of life, he eagerly anticipated Harriet's return to his arms.
Once the healer had given her clearance early one Saturday morning at a special appointment, Tom had spent that afternoon making sure everything was in perfect order for the evening he had planned.
With the aid of a special apparatus purchased from Hogsmeade's apothecary, designed for new mothers, Harriet had managed to express and store enough of her milk that baby Mae would be content with her grandparents for the night.
As Tom prepared to seduce his darling, he brought his daughter to his parents' room, upon which Merope gladly took the little girl into her arms and wished her son well.
Tom walked down the hallway while Merope shut the door and turned to face Tom senior, who sat on their bed.
"Isn't she perfect?" Merope asked as Mae cooed in her arms.
"She is, indeed……" Tom senior purred as Merope walked over and sat down beside him with their granddaughter.
Mae whimpered as her grandfather slipped a finger into her tiny hand and chuckled when she squeezed it tightly.
"She almost looks like a living doll." Merope smiled.
Her statement sounded sentimental, but it was undeniably correct.
Since her birth, Sabrina Maeve Riddle seemed to grow more beautiful with each passing day.
She experienced no awkward moments or scrunched up scowls like most newborns.
Her emerald eyes shone bright and her dark hair curled as it grew.
"That's because she's our son's daughter." Tom senior whispered while he kissed Merope's lips.
"Just think, my love……" He went on as he purred in her ear, "You only need to share my bed for a single heat and then we can have our own living doll. Wouldn't that be lovely?"
"I haven't had a cycle since Tom was born." Merope replied, "Besides, we may soon have another grandchild if his passions don't cool."
Tom senior laughed darkly as he kissed Merope's shoulder and gazed down at the baby, "If time had not been stolen from us, my love, I assure you, I would have been the same way when we were young."
Merope closed her eyes and sighed as she wondered how many times she would have to endure being stabbed in the heart with the same knife.
"Tom……" She frowned as she looked over at her husband.
"Yes, my love?" Tom senior asked as he stared at Merope.
"We……" Merope faltered as she melted under her alpha's smoldering gaze.
A frown formed on Tom senior's devastatingly handsome face.
Like his son, his short, dark curls framed his angular features, the perfect compliment to his deep, black eyes.
"...Yes, darling?" Tom senior urged his wife in his decadent voice.
"We aren't real." Merope confessed, "You and I, we……we aren't real."
She contemplated the possibility of how her truthful admission may collapse her entire family, but Merope could no longer bear the great burden Tom junior had placed upon her.
"What nonsense are you speaking, my love?" Tom Riddle asked with an amused grin.
Merope clutched her granddaughter close as she rose from the bed and frowned at her husband.
"It will take some time to explain……" She began with a heavy sigh.
Tom senior gazed up at her with his dark eyes glinting as he smiled and said, "You know I like nothing better than to listen to you speak, my love. Go on, I'm waiting….."
As Merope gazed into her husband's eyes, full of dreams that ordinarily would not be his, she wondered if he could really listen at all.
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In another part of Riddle Manor, Tom junior remained ignorant of his mother's dangerous conversation while he readied himself to reunite with his mate.
As he frowned at his reflection in the mirror and combed his hair, he dreamed of the pleasure that would soon be his once more.
Mindful of Harriet's recovery, he had spent many nights hunched in the bathroom, tending himself while she had slept.
For weeks, Tom had dreamed of her, having her, holding her, feeling her once more…….
A wicked smirk spread across his face as lewd visions of his darling began to drift through his mind.
His trousers tightened as he lost himself to his daydreams until a voice called out behind him, "...Tom?"
He turned around with his dark eyes wide.
Forcing himself to calm down as he purposely angled his hips to avoid showing his mood, a charming smile brightened his face as he gazed at Harriet, who stood dressed in her new robes while she lingered in the doorway.
"Good evening, my love." Tom purred, "Goodness……..you look absolutely gorgeous."
"I think the robes fit alright." Harriet said as she glanced down and swept her hands over her hips.
The new set of emerald green robes Tom had commissioned for his wife from Diagon Alley's best seamstress complimented her figure well.
As he gazed at Harriet, he tried not to salivate over the curves of her hips and the fullness of her cleavage that peeked out from the top of-
"I doubt I could have worn them much smaller though!" Harriet said with a laugh, "A few bits of me haven't quite gotten back to where they were yet."
"The best bits." Tom smirked, "And it is my hope, sweetling, that those bits stay exactly as they are now. Our daughter's only improved you."
Harriet blushed as Tom walked over and offered her his arm.
"Shall we go downstairs for dinner?" He asked chivalrously.
Harriet nodded while she slipped her arm under her alpha's and allowed him to lead her towards the dining room.
Tom forced himself to operate within the confines of what his wife would consider polite.
Nursing mothers needed their food, Tom understood that, he only wished Harriet could eat while he ate her.
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Tom acted as a perfect gentleman while he escorted Harriet to her seat at the table.
His smile was handsome, his steps were slow, and his dark gaze glimmered with loving adoration.
………..On the surface, at least.
Harriet noticed the way her alpha's eyes hovered over her form.
She clearly saw the primal desire that lurked behind the surface of his debonair facade.
It shamed her to think of how long she had spent dreaming about the day she would be able to know her lover again.
After weeks of listening to the healers and midwives tell her how much she would want to push Tom away, to abhor his affections and flee from his touch, Harriet waited for those feelings to come.
Her cheeks flushed a tempting shade of pink as she and Tom ate their meal.
The conversation was pleasant and engaging, but Harriet couldn't stop fantasizing.
Tom could rise from his seat, lift her onto the table and-
"Sweetling?"
His voice interrupted her thoughts.
Harriet's eyes widened as she glanced up from her plate and met his gaze.
"Sorry……." She began, "What did-"
"-Have you missed our lovemaking that badly?" Tom smirked.
Harriet scowled at her husband for a moment as they stared at each other.
While their gazes connected, the tension built between them as Tom smirked at his wife.
In one nonverbal burst of magic, he entered Harriet's mind using a bit of Legilimency.
She gasped as Tom suddenly walked with her through her thoughts.
Her dreams, her wants, he stood beside her and watched the notions she carried in her heart with guilty longing.
Then something strange happened…….
Harriet gasped as Tom shared a bit of himself.
Suddenly, she found herself transported to her alpha's mind.
Wicked dreams of possessing her in the most carnal way possible played through Tom's thoughts…….and Harriet had a good view of each scenario he imagined.
Somewhere in that darkness, she saw herself and Tom, tangled up together on what looked like a larger version of her nest.
Harriet heard her own voice cry out her alpha's name as she spied the heavy, iron shackles that had been clamped around her wrists and ankles as Tom crawled over her just before-
A split second brought them back to the dining room and out of each other's minds.
Harriet panted for breath as Tom glowered at her.
Before any words could be spoken, they rushed out of their seats and onto the table.
Dishes clattered to the floor.
Goblets turned over, washing the room in raspberry juice.
Harriet's beautiful robes were dampened and ruined as the spilled fluid soaked through them before Tom leaned down and crushed his lips against hers.
Their kiss was hungry and urgent as they clutched onto each other.
Too impatient to journey back to their room, Tom locked the dining room doors with a wave of his hand as Harriet cupped his face.
Behind those closed doors, after miserable weeks spent apart from each other, the youngest Mr. and Mrs. Riddle finally coupled on the dining room table.
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Upstairs, while Harriet sighed as Tom junior kissed over her body, Merope scowled.
"Don't you understand? You're being forced to love me!" She fumed at Tom senior.
"Oh, Merope, my poor darling….." Tom senior frowned as he raised a hand and moved a strand of her dark hair away from her face, "My love for you could never be forced."
Merope groaned in frustration as she put a hand to her head.
Baby Mae and Tom senior blinked at her while she let out a heavy sigh.
The attempts she had made with her own wand that evening to end Tom senior's entrapment had been as futile as the explanation she had presented to him.
Her son's Imperius Curse was stronger than she had thought.
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The dining room candles burned brightly as Tom and Harriet lay in a ruined mess on the table sometime later.
Food had been strewn everywhere.
Scratch marks had been carved into the wood from raking nails.
Raspberry juice stained Harriet's shredded clothes and Tom's hair, but neither of them seemed to mind as he lay on his back with her on his shoulder.
Her ragged robes acted as a dampened blanket for them both while they struggled to steady their breathing.
The moment was too poignant to be broken by words.
As Tom and Harriet moved to look at each other again, they laid hands on one another's faces as they shared another deep kiss.
The room could be cleaned with a single spell.
Harriet enjoyed the time in her alpha's arms too much to care.
Tom worried little about the mess, his mate was his only concern.