I was silently directed through empty corridors, once or twice Riddle seemed to change his mind about where he was leading us and went back the way he came. All the while never releasing my hand, he stopped only once and stared down at our joined digits, or rather my fingers currently being squeezed between his palm. Brow creased he released my captive limb for only a second, quickly pushing our palms together and threading my fingers between his. The small frown between his eyes disappeared and he seemed to suddenly appear healthy again. Before I could study him more he was up and moving again, this time having a clear destination in mind. Malfoy trailed behind us, almost skipping and definitely whistling. Eventually we came to a familiar sight, the Head Common room. Almost shaking, as I could hardly believe their sudden vows to never hurt me again, I allowed myself to be pulled through the doorway and into the comfortable looking lounge room. This time there was no Head Girl for Riddle to order away. Expecting to be pulled up to his room I was instead directed towards the couches. I chose not to question their behaviour for the moment and instead sat down. Releasing my hand Riddle stood above me, arms crossed over his chest, simply studying me. Malfoy stood similarly next to his Master, also studying me. Nervous I looked at the floor, absently picking at my stockings where the blood had made them stick to my skin. Breath hissed out of Malfoy's mouth, and he knelt down in front of me, pulling my hands away from the wound.
"Why haven't you healed?" asked the blond, glaring at my leg with such anger I thought for a second he might be trying to catch it on fire.
"She's running out of magic." Came a mumbled reply from the still standing Snake. Narrowing his eyes he pulled out his wand. I flinched as he wove it over me, wrist moving in a pattern too elegant to describe. A murky brown aura surrounded me, hovering for a moment around me before dissipating. Frowning Riddle pushed Malfoy out of the way and gripped my chin, pulling my face to the right then left, examining me for something.
Huffing slightly from his toppled over position, Malfoy pushed himself back up and close to my side. "How can she be running out of magic?"
Riddle, interrupted in his studying of me, frowned at his follower. "For her to sustain her heritage and continue using magic, she has to live off of ours. Without the magic inside of her, unlike a witch or wizard she won't simply become a Squib, she'll die." He grunted out the next words as if they hurt him to say, "And when she dies we die, or at the very least lose our own magic. Already I can feel the effects." So that's why they look all weak and less-Adonis-like.
Malfoys face paled, his cheeks losing whatever colour they still had. "So we have to keep her alive?"
I frowned slightly, quickly surmising that they had both wanted me dead in the near future… once they were done with their 'playing'.
Riddle made a very comforting 'grunt' to convey his annoyance. "Could you have killed her anyway?"
"Could you?" Snapped Malfoy, distressed with the whole situation.
Not bothering to reply Riddle released my chin, letting me pull my face away and look to the right, look away from them. "Why am I here?" My words were so mumbled I wasn't sure that they heard them.
"Why wouldn't we want you here?" Glancing back at Riddle I tried to think of an answer that wouldn't offend them, but came up blank.
"B—because all you ever wanted to do was hurt me. And now that you suddenly can't… I just don't understand, it doesn't make sense." Smirking Riddle moved his fingers and pinched my arm, "Owch!" I gently massaged the reddened skin, glaring at him from beneath my lashes.
"We can still hurt you. We no longer wish to though."
I was still confused, thankfully Malfoy elaborated. "There is no point to it anymore, you are ours. And if you do decided to do something stupid that would endanger your life, or you disobey us, then we have other more… interesting ways of punishing you." If that had come from anybody else's mouth I would have been shocked enough to slink away quietly, but coming from their mouths all I could do was gape mindlessly at them.
"I shocked you?" Lips tilting Malfoy moved his arm around my waist, pulling me back into his chest.
"I—I" apparently cannot form coherent sentence at the moment.
Throughout our conversation Riddle had shifted further towards the floor, and closer to my clenched together legs. My eyes snapped back towards him when his hand touched my knee, lightly pulling on my stocking. Hissing in pain, I tried to yank my legs away, he kept them in place though.
"You need to be healed, but to do that you need to lose the stockings."
Flushing red I yanked my skirt back down when he flicked it up slightly, probably seeing if I was wearing a garter or not. I wasn't. Gripping my hand softly he played his fingertips along my knuckles.
"This will hurt. But only because you decided to let the blood dry around the material of your tights, now remove your hand and let me help you." If I were braver I might have told them to 'get stuffed' and storm out of the room, but I wasn't brave. So rather than walk away I moved my hand up and clasped them together over my stomach, fighting the urge to shove Riddles hands away as the inched slowly up my thighs. His fingers were freezing, but I didn't flinch as he gripped the top of the thick material and pulled them slowly down. When he got to my knee he stopped for a second and I braced myself. Quickly he yanked it the rest of the way down. Yelping I looked down at my wound, it was worse than I had thought. A deep cut went from one side of my knee to the other, already blood was freely dripping out and down my calf.
Frowning at the cut Riddle slipped off my shoe and pulled the stocking the rest of the way off, tossing the bloodied item in the corner like it offended him. I supposed it probably did offend him, Muddy blood and all…
"Can you heal it?" Questioned Malfoy, looking over my shoulder at the cut.
Chuckling Riddle drew out his wand and pointed it at my knee. He didn't say anything out loud but I could see his lips moving, and whatever this spell did it did it quickly. Within seconds the fresh blood flowing out was trailing back up my legs and into where it belonged, my flesh knitted together the second the last drop of blood slipped back inside. "Of course I can."
Arrogant as always. But even I had to admit that was some rather interesting spell work, a Mediwitch would have given me a potion and a cloth to wipe up the blood.
"Thanks…" I didn't mean to say anything, but polite habits broke through. "I—I'm going to go." I started to push myself up, and was quickly halted by Malfoy's arm wrapping even more securely around my stomach.
Becoming slightly panicky I nearly hyperventilated when soft lips ran up my neck from behind. "Not yet Tony."
"Don't call me that." Snapping at them wasn't a smart move on my part, I quickly tried to soften it. "Only Jenny and Jeremy…" Trailing off suddenly when their faces darkened at my mentioning of Jeremy. It wouldn't do me any good to admit that I had been corresponding with him, short polite letters. They had, after all, ordered me to continue our relationship pretence. "Only my friends call me that."
"We aren't your friends?" taunted Riddle, tips of his fingers toying with the end of my skirt.
Looking away I watched the flames in the fireplace rear up and calm back down, as tumultuous and unpredictable as the young men staring me down.
"We're her nightmares." Mumbled Malfoy. I knew without having to see him that his lip was pouting and a frown was forming between his brows.
Riddle's fingers moved from toying with my skirt to lightly skimming the area of my knee he had healed. For somebody who acted so cold I could feel the warmth radiating from even such light touches. "She'll get used to us." Not likely. "After all, she cannot live without us now."
"I'm still here…" grumbling I folded my arms over my chest. There was nothing more annoying than people discussing you like you weren't there.
"Poor choice of words little Nymph. After all, you won't be here much longer if you don't feed soon, either will we for that matter." Malfoy sounded more than annoyed with the prospect of his death subsequently following my own.
"I believe she was referring to our speaking about her in front of her." Smirking Riddle tapped his fingers along the side of my knee. He became serious, "you do need to feed though."
They were right, I knew they were, but that didn't mean that I had to. "No." A vibration against my back. Do they always have to laugh at me… "I don't believe you." Riddle narrowed his eyes, "when you said you wouldn't hurt me anymore. I don't believe you. So no, I won't feed." Clearly I was insane, constantly seeming to switch between scared little girl and powerful Witch. I no longer knew which one I truly was, or which one I would eventually become. Sadly, I knew it would ultimately depend on the young men surrounding me.
"Wont feed…" Unamused Malfoy trailed off.
And now Riddle casts some horrible organ twisting spell, and forces me to feed from them anyway.
The greater threat was silent, forest green eyes unflinching as they stared me down. "Very well," he stood, "we had best get going then."
"Going?" questioned Malfoy and me at the same time.
"Yes." Moving his hands up to his shirt Riddle began unbuttoning it, "we are hosting a party after all. It would be rather rude of us to not arrive at the appointed time." His pale skin was almost luminescent in the light, tiny blue veins barely visible up his naked arms. Crossing to his dresser Riddle pulled out a dark red shirt and pulled it on, a stylish black waistcoat haphazardly thrown over it.
Chuckling from behind me Malfoy gently moved me out of the way, made his way over to the dresser and began stripping his shirt. Struck dumb I could only sit there as they both finished dressing. I've died and gone to opposite land, where evil wizards don't exist.
Noticing that I hadn't moved, Riddle made his way over to me and went to my level. "Time to get ready Pet."
"F—for what?"
"You're coming with us." Gripping my wrist he drew me up. "We did after all declare to your entire House that you belong to us, it would hardly be fitting for us to arrive absent your…" he pulled on one of my curls, something akin to amusement in his eyes as it sprang back into place. "Presence."
"She can hardly wear that Tom." I jumped at the statement, and looked down at my clothes, my uniform.
"Go borrow something of Irons." Replied Tom, seeming content to continue fiddling with my hair. Nodding Malfoy quickly left the room. I stood silent for a moment. Alone with the King of Snakes, not good… "You are rather jumpy, aren't you?"
I jumped at his words, stupid, still expecting a hex to be cast my way. "I'm fine." Said a little too quickly to sound convincing.
Smirking Riddle ducked his head a little closer to mine, I jolted and nearly fell back onto the couch. Only saved by hands gripping my shoulders. "I'm not going to hurt you." Murmured the Slytherin, pulling me closer. His eyes refusing to release mine, as if he were unable to look away. "You are the strangest creature." His fingers tensed on my shoulders before sliding up either side of my throat, he could probably feel how fast my pulse was beating. "Managing to tie yourself to us, I suppose that was rather forced on you though, and not actually wanting our protection."
"I…" my voice cracked, "I want to go back to my dorm."
"To those people who should protect one of their own, but instead stand idle as she is threatened by somebody twice her size?"
A dark emotion bubbled up from within me, at a later date I would blame my new Nymphy attitude for my outburst. "You're the reason they threaten me," my emotions were getting the best of me, "I might have been normal if you hadn't had some vendetta against me." Shoving Riddle's hands away from me I glared up at him, a veritable bubble in my throat from my need to scream and rant at him. "Instead I'm treated as if I have some sort of terrible disease, and don't you dare say it's because I'm Muggleborn Tom Riddle. It's because of you." Storming away from him, I fought the urge to hit something… ANYTHING…
Hands shoved me against the wall, digging harshly into my shoulders. Gasping I stared up at the unreadable face above mine. "You're right, I did ensure that you would have nowhere to turn to. Took away your only friend and prevented you from ever being able to gain anymore." Snarling Riddle pressed his forehead to mine, "and I would do it all again. But before I reprimand you for your little outburst, I feel I should make one thing crystal clear." He gripped my hips and pushed my backside up against the wall, pressing every inch of his torso to mine. "They don't hate you because of me, or because you're a Mudblood, they hate you because they can sense something is different about you. And people will always fear what they do not understand, Pet." Harsh lips pressed against mine, muffling any argument. Nipping my bottom lip Riddle forced my mouth open and pressed his tongue inside, sliding it once against mine before I could slam my teeth shut, and even then he only chuckled and dodged their bite before pressing his closed mouth back to mine. "Hush little Gypsy, don't fight me," murmured Riddle against my clenched lips. This time he came back softer; gentle nibbles along my bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth and sucking lightly. The small sting of it did nothing to remind me what he was capable of, all I could concentrate on was a burning low in my stomach that seemed to grow ever stronger the closer he got to me. But I refused to open my mouth, I didn't truly realize I still clenched my teeth until a hand slid over my breast. Gasping I pulled my head to the side and tried to regain some sense, when did Riddle grow another hand? Opening my eyes I stared into the light blue of Malfoy's. His hand was resting patiently on my chest as Riddle pushed me ever closer to the wall. As if sensing I was about to drop to the floor in a dead faint, a rough grip reached under my skirt and yanked on my thighs. I found myself level with Riddle as he easily held my not-so-light frame in his grip. "Get behind her." Malfoy didn't have to be asked twice, easily slipping into the place between my back and the wall.
"Wha—" my protests halted as Riddle slammed his mouth back down onto mine, at the same time pressing my back into Malfoy's front. The blond didn't falter, fingertips digging into my waist he groaned softly into my hair, pressing something hard against my back. My shock gave Riddle the opening he was waiting for. Sliding his hand up to my jaw he pressed gently and my mouth opened. Not one part of my body was untouched. Malfoy's hands sliding from my breasts, thighs and waist in a cycle as he gently rolled his hips against my backside. While Riddle's tongue pressed deep and almost commanded mine to follow his. They had touched me before, and kissed me before, but this time I we could all feel something was different, there was an invisible tie holding us together.
Muttering a curse Malfoy yanked my skirt up with one hand while with the other he deftly undid the buttons on my shirt, laying it open. My confused moan seemed to snap Riddle back to reality, he released my mouth.
Panting heavily his eyes drew hot paths up my uncovered skin, but he didn't stop until meeting my gaze. "Mine. You are mine, Antoinette. Mine to torment, mine to control and mine to please." I couldn't have answered even if I wanted to, my senses were bombarded with sensations and I wasn't even certain of what he was saying. Searching my eyes for a second, and apparently pleased with what he found, Riddle slowly lowered my legs back to the floor. I barely found the strength to stand, needing Malfoy's chest to lean back into. "Now get dressed Pet, we have a part to attend."
I will confess, I am writing this while being bloody tired. But I hope it is enjoyable. Obviously if you sense anything off with the way Tony is behaving let me know. But keep in mind that she is fighting between two different personalities at the moment, the one of her Nymph and the more human one.
Review and tell me if you like it or hate it, either way it brings me enjoyment to get feedback.
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