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One frigid December evening, a fluffy snow flurried down outside of Riddle castle to cover the surrounding ground in a soft blanket of white crystals.
The day had been long and difficult, but Tom Riddle, the one who would have become the Dark Lord, relaxed at last in his bedchamber.
Tom had been headed down a dangerous path until the woman destined to destroy him had opened the heart that he never realized existed.
Harriet Potter ensnared the greatest dark wizard who had ever lived with her charming smile and her flashing, emerald eyes.
Tom had discovered that the omega's kiss was as intoxicating as her touch and as dizzying as her kind words.
It may have been the previously formed connection between them, but after he and Harriet had spent a single one of her heat cycles together, Tom retained his alpha strength, his followers, and his youthful looks, yet he had relinquished his evil goals to please his new mate.
Tom Riddle had been obsessed with power.
However, from his first taste of her plump lips, Harriet Potter had become his obsession instead.
As he went through each day, he kept a close watch on the time and gnashed his teeth as he contemplated how long it would be until he could see his beloved again.
The evenings were always a welcome respite.
Tom Riddle was a very dominant alpha and especially during the winter, he took great joy in coming home to the vast, stone castle that served as the Riddle family's residence to find Harriet waiting to welcome him into her nest.
That particular evening was no different as the snow continued to fall silently.
Tom held Harriet in his arms while they lay wrapped up together in the mound of soft blankets and pillows.
The fireplace crackled from across the room as their lips met over and over again, sweetly, lovingly.
Harriet had her hands on Tom's strong shoulders and he was using his own to paw at her breasts.
She whimpered into their kiss as she tasted her alpha's neediness.
When Tom heard her soft sigh, his hands worked a little faster on her heavy glands, hoping to get her full and leaking again.
"...I know what you're doing." Harriet whispered against her lover's lips as she pulled back slightly.
Tom ended their kiss and looked down at her with his smoldering stare as he spoke, "Am I not allowed to hold my wife…….?"
A playful light danced in his dark eyes as a mischievous smirk curled the ends of his lips.
Harriet shifted in her nest as she writhed under her alpha's intent stare.
From the dark curls of his short hair to the elegantly defined angles of his face, it was an indisputable fact that Tom Riddle was a handsome man.
Harriet took a moment to contemplate how well she enjoyed admiring her husband's eyes, his trim physique, and……..
She gasped suddenly as one of her hands flew to her side in response to the painful twinge that echoed across her middle.
Tom scowled in concern.
"What's the matter?" He asked quickly, "Are you alright?...Harriet?"
"I'm fine………." She replied as she blew out a breath, "Your daughter's getting comfortable, that's all."
Tom held Harriet's gaze as he let his hands drift away from her breasts, careful to let his thumbs brush over her hardening nipples, and down to her mounded belly.
Harriet sighed when her alpha held her heavy womb in his hands.
His grip and the placement of his fingers was so soothingly possessive….
"It may help the baby arrive~." Tom said to Harriet with a solicitous smirk.
As the child within her settled down and stilled, Harriet looked into her alpha's eyes and sighed.
Slowly, she reached up and pulled down the gossamer straps of her sumptuous nightgown.
The greedy look on Tom's face when Harriet's breasts tumbled openly into his view made her heart flutter.
She let a small cry escape her throat as he dove forward and captured one of her tender rosebuds in his mouth before he began to suckle gently.
Her milk had come in early.
Harriet had been annoyed, but Tom had been delighted.
She sighed as her lover began to pleasantly drain her.
The feeling was lovely and as Harriet knotted her fingers in his thick curls, she welcomed the warmth that surged from her center.
Once Tom had emptied her, they'd most likely end up making love, that was how it usually went.
Harriet's heart raced as she imagined the look that would be on her alpha's face while they coupled and the comforting feeling she would recognize of being held in his firm arms while she drifted off afterwards.
That night was different though.
A quiet knock came on their bedroom door and with a sharp nip that made Harriet wince, Tom let go of her breast with an irritated scowl on his face.
He licked the last of Harriet's milk off of his lips as he turned and called out, "I don't wish to be disturbed!"
A small voice called back, "B-But...I'm frightened, Daddy."
Tom glanced over at Harriet and he instantly knew that the soft, imploring look on her face had sealed his fate.
He resigned himself to the fact that he would not get to lie with his wife right then as he hid his arousal and replied, "Come in."
Harriet hurriedly pulled her nightgown up and covered herself.
As the door opened, a very little boy stood looking into the room with a pout on his pale face.
"Oh…...Come here, sweetheart." Harriet called as she sat up and opened her arms to the small child.
Tom watched with a frustrated scowl as his son walked over and crawled up into Harriet's nest.
Harriet helped her little one settle into the covers with her as he whimpered and spread himself across her, with his arms open wide to hug what he could of her belly.
The little boy's face squished against the softness of his mother's breasts.
"Did you have another nightmare, Gareth?" Harriet asked her toddler while she stroked the dark curls that he had inherited from his father.
Gareth nodded silently as Harriet bent forward and kissed his little head.
Tom and Harriet had welcomed Gareth, their firstborn, three years ago.
As much as Tom had doted on the boy, his feelings of jealousy had never fully left.
While they sat there, Tom lamented the realization that at that very moment, it should have been Harriet's hand in his hair and her lips on him instead.
Tom looked forward to the birth of their daughter.
He was confident that with the addition of a small princess to their family, he may adjust better to sharing his wife.
"Why don't you come over here with us, Daddy?" Harriet asked her alpha as she raised her stare up to meet his.
Tom blinked at them both for a moment before he climbed in behind Harriet and cradled his wife and son in his arms.
An hour later, the fire continued to crackle as the snow fell outside.
Gareth had fallen asleep on Harriet and Harriet slept on Tom, but he stayed wide awake as he admired his little family.
Tom Riddle bent down, pressed a kiss to his lover's forehead, tousled his little boy's hair, and gave Harriet's belly a very gentle pat.
He may not have had the pleasure of enjoying Harriet as he wished that evening, but as he laid back to rest himself, he felt content.
At last, Tom Riddle had learned how to love.