A/N: A new character is going to be introduced. Also, WARNING. Sexual content up ahead.

Platonia

Chapter 3

thantophobia – n. the phobia of losing someone you love

When Walburga Black returned with her brother - and other family members as her family was more than large - to Hogwarts she had been excited to see Tom again, only to be startled at the sight of him with a girl she had never seen before. At first her eyes had sought him out instantly, finding him right away, his tall lean form being the thing she always looked for first every time she stepped into the dungeons. An excited „Tom!" escaped her and so she started to hurry towards him him, expensive coat swishing behind her. But… something was different – wrong even - because he was smiling. And she hated it when he smiled at other girls. It wasn't a huge smile by any means, but Walburga was a jealous vain girl.

Throughout Hogwarts history there had been a few transfer students. Most of the time due to the students moving to Great Britain. Most of all now as Grindelwald had started to spread his gain for power like a poisonous fog through all of Europe. Families fleeing from his political oppression came to the British Isles not wanting their children to be poisened by Grindelwalds seductive whisperings and promises of wealth and power. Muggleborn witches and wizard fleeing not only because of Grindelwald, but because of the dangers of another political being, Adolf Hitler. So it came as no surprise when another student joined one of the four houses of Hogwarts in the middle of the year. The girl already wore green and she was the target of many – mostly curious – glances of Slytherin house. Tom greeted his fellow students only to introduce the new girl as Weronika Kucharska, someone of Polish origin, having visited a wizarding school of Poland - Czocha Wizarding College. She smiled shyly at them, something sweet about her, with large doe like blue eyes, that made boys swoon over her already. Apparantly Tom already knew things about her and explained her presence. Czocha was not a a big school, not like Hogwarts or Durmstrang, but it was understandable for her to be here. Poland was under a lot of pressure, being one of the first victims of not only Grindelwalds, but Hitlers regime as well. Both men were declared insane by their enemies, but nearly God like by their followers.

And now a foreign student had joined their ranks and the handsome Prefect was every girls dream, intelligent and attractive, charming and tall with deep dark eyes and a smile that could melt hearts, and his attention was solely on the foreigner. Walburga turned her hands into fists, thinking about how he was the only boy she truly ever wanted, even if he was an orphan, but he had been able to prove he was a pureblooded wizard. She didn't know what exactly he had done or shown as evidence, but someone like him? There was no doubt he was purblooded. No muggleborn would be as intelligent and cunning as he. And there weren't any muggleborns in Slytherin as well. Yes, someone with his abilites could only be a pureblood! There was really no doubt about it. All the girls had crushes on him and even if she was a year over him, it didn't matter to her. Because age was just a number after all. She would have loved to be with him in the same year, but those things, sadly, no one could change. Not even her father.

Walburga hadn't even reached him when she had stopped and stayed in place. Other students just swarmed past her, up to him, greeting him, hands on his shoulders, smiles and she heard the new girl being introduced with more depth to people that mattered to Tom. She was just a refugee from Poland or Germany, but it was Europe, and Tom had smiled at her, smiled with a warmth he should only ever direct at her. Walburga felt her fist clenching so hard her knuckles turned white.

Days passed and Walburga found out that the new girl had fled the continent with her family, who had died on the way to safety. Grindelwald was mercyless, but there wasn't only Grindelwald, but Hitler too. And Weronika was more afraid of the muggles and their war than the magic that could hurt them; at which Walburga (and a few other purebloods) had scoffed. She also liked to be called Niki, spoke Polish and German, and was so nice, it was sickening. Walburga hated her with abandon. And whereever she was there was Tom, right beside her. It didn't matter to Walburga that the professor asked him to look out for her, it didn't matter that Weronika still needed medical attention and that she was too thin and too weak, no, all Walburga could see was how Tom seemingly doted on the foreign witch. It was sickening.

Her hate for the polish girl grew with every minute, every hour, that passed. She stood beside Tom, as if she belonged there, but it was wrong, all wrong! She, Walburga, belonged at his side, not this stupid girl, this too skinny, too ugly, too nice girl. She had even admitted at not being pureblood! And she was in Slytherin at that, too. Even worse, she wasn't even halfblood, but muggleborn. Muggleborn! A muggleborn in Slytherin! Walburga couldn't believe it. She was a mudblood, destroying Slytherins reputation. And destorying Toms life, of that Walburga was sure.

The common rooms were filled with conversation and Hogwarts was once again the home to many witches and wizards. It didn't take long for rumors to be heard through the whole school – rumors about a transfer student, a girl, a new Slytherin member. Classes had already started a week ago and people were whispering everywhere about the new girl who had been introduced at one point during the first dinner where every student had been attending. She was the new hot topic of every conversation, people trying to get near her and talk to her, while the foreigner hid whenever she could. Most of the time she hid behind Tom and Tom let her. Walburgas jealousy was burning with a passion and it hurt so much she knew she would at some point aflame. She sneered at Olive and Ramona who were were delighted to have another girl in their dorm room. And she sat beside the Slytherin Prefect, too, when they were eating dinner on a Friday evening, one week after Walburgas arrival back to school. Tom and her seemed to be comfortable around each other, and Walburga observed the two of them with not-so-hidden malice. It was clear she didn't like Tom paying attention to another girl, but on the other hand Walburga wasn't able to pursue an open relationship with the Slytherin Prefect. He was an orphan, had no carrying name, no fortune, and her family would never allow her to marry him; any proof he had not important or high enough for the Black family. Because Tom was a no-one. Yes, he was getting a few funds as his intelligence and cunning had already convinced a few pureblooded adults to invest into his future, but it didn't mean they would give him one of their precious pureblooded daughters. And it didn't seem as if he was interested in romance at all. At least up till now. Walburga scowled. What did he see in this girl? She was nothing special, a stupid mudblood at that. The scowl deepend when she observed how Tom reached out to Weronika to put his long fingers onto the girls wrist, stopping her from eating too much and too fast, her stomach still needing to get used to the new food. It was a caring act and Weronika smiled up at him, said something to him only he could hear and he shook his head at which Weronika smile fell as disappointment crossed her features before she pouted at him. But he stayed strict and didn't let go of her wrist. Walburga wished she could hear the exchange between them.

„So, Niki!", suddenly both Weronikas and Toms attention was turned to Hugo Nott, a proud Slytherin, a fellow student in the same year as them, „So, we've all been getting kind of curious! We know you talk to Tom most of the time, and, well, at least I can admit I'm curious."

„Curious? About what?", Niki looked at him through her black trimmed glasses and Roderick, another Slytherin, only laughed: „You're joking right? I mean… before you got to Hogwarts… you were at this school right? How was it there?" Weronika sighed at that and Walburga observed her with every of her senses. She saw how Weronika tensed, just slightly, but at least Tom finally let go of her wrist to eat his own meal. Still, his attention stayed on the ongoing conversation listening in, just like everyone else that was in ear shot.

„Yeah, I went to Czocha College of Wizardry. And… well, they don't have as many students as Hogwarts. Most of the students were muggleborn or halfblood because either Durmstrang or another school wouldn't take… us.", she stopped talking and her breath hitched as she took another deep breath, before shaking her head, „So, there ware five houses instead of four, each of the houses are based on a European culture. I was in Faust, which is based on German culture. Then there was Sendivogius based on Polish cutlure. Molin is based on jewish culture. Libussa is based on Czech culture and Durentius on Silesian culture. Faust, my old house, represents knowlegde and power. And… as far as I found out Slytherin values these things as well." At that she smiled a little at her fellow Slytherin and Walburga heard some girls and boys giggling or snickering.

„What were the other houses?", a curious Olive Hornby asked, Ramona Zabini sitting beside her as the girls were best friends. They had accepted Weronika into their little group and were now a trio, because Weronika shared a room with them. Walburga hated how the younger girls seemed to be blind to the manipulations of the Polish girl.

„Oh, let me think…", Weronika was frowning slightly as she remembered her old school, „Libussa was all about… Creativity? I think? For Sendivogius it was honor and diplomacy and for Molin… ah, cunning and… loyalty. So a little bit of Slytherin." For a moment she giggled, probably at some stupid mundane memory: „Then Dilentius was all about diligence. In every house were about forty to fifty students. Faust was really great and another thing it has in common with Slytherin is how people hold knowledge in high regard. Like… Wisdom is might. Which is actually Faust's motto. And our symbol was the dragon, which… really is just another form of the snake." Weronika grinned and looked at Tom for a moment who send her an amused smile. Walburga had the urge to vomit and with an angry clatter she pushed her dinner away from her before standing up and walking out of the Great Hall. She couldn't take anymore of this sickly sweet new love that was forming right before her very own eyes, her jealousy eating her up.

Hours later she could be seen wandering back and forth in her dorm room, like a tigress in her cage, her perfect manicured nails nibbled down to pink flesh. All she could see in front of her was the affectionate way in which Tom had touched and looked at Weronika. It didn't matter that she interpreted too much into these looks and touches, that she saw things that weren't there; she had already created her truth, the truth being the loving relationship of a weak mudblood and a wizard of royal blood. It didn't matter that their relationship was purely platonic because all Walburga could see were caring touches between lovers. It didn't matter that the teacher had made Weronika Toms respoinsibilty.

Lucretia sighed from her place on the bed, already in her nightgown and a diary in her lap: „You don't really believe that Tom and her have something going on right?"

For the first time since she had changed Walburga stopped and dropped her hands. She looked at her cousin: „You know how boys can be! Just a little blushing and acting like some… some maiden in need and they fall head over heels!"

„I know.", Lucretia rolled her eyes, „But this isn't just any boy. This is Tom we are talking about. He wouldn't just fall head over heels over a new girl that just came in during the Christmas holidays. And you seem to forget that she has some medical issues. He's got the obligation to look after her as Prefect and all. The teachers made him do it, too."

Walburga knew that. She knew that! But there was this part in her mind that was screaming at her, and the voices whispering into her ears, whispering how Tom would forget all about her, would forget everything she had done for him since the year had started, the things she would still do for him.

And then she remembered, that yes, he still needed her. She only had to remind him! He simply had forgotten what she was to him, that she was his to command and his to love. He simply needed to be reminded that the only girl, the only woman he needed in his life was her. So, Walburga took her chance when Weronika was at the Hospital Wing to get her check up and cornered Tom in the library at his favourite spot where no one would disturb them. It was Saturday night after all, the next day after Weronika had told them more about her old school.

„Tom.", he didn't look up from the books that laid out before him. The mean gleam in her eyes deepened and her smile turned predatory. She felt like the tigress stalking her prey, but she knew it wasn't like that. He only let her be the tigress, because in reality he was the most beautiful predator she had ever seen. And she wanted him to be hers. So she dropped to her knees and started to started to crawl towards him, her palms touching the cold stone floor and her knees hurting. But she ignored any uncomfort she felt - or might feel.

At that he finally looked at her without moving. When he realized what she was doing he leaned back in his chair and spread his legs slightly, observing her every move with a bored expression on his face. But Walburga knew! She knew he was curious and she even prided herself in the knowledge that he loved seeing her like this, on her knees and crawling towards him. He was a commanding presence, but he was only human too, and a teenage boy at that. He was someone who always needed to be in control, but even someone like him needed to be able to let go of his frustrations, who needed an outlet. Walburga knew exactly how she was able to help him, having him use her for his frustrations.

Finally she reached him and he had pulled back slightly back with his chair after he had put his attention on her. She looked up at him a seductive darkness in her eyes and slowly she put her hands on his thighs, his legs muscular from playing Quidditch. She loved him, his body, his beauty, his darkness. He was everything she wanted in a future husband. Under her wandering fingers his muscles twitched and she couldn't help herself but grin at him. Tom simply stared down at her, nothing betraying what he was thinking.

„Tom… I… haven't been alone with you in so long, so… I was thinking… maybe… now would be the perfect time to change that.", she whispered and he licked his lower lip. Maybe in anticipation, maybe because of dry lips; nontheless, the action made her body tingle with rising desire. He moved slightly and he pushed his foot towards her in a slow and silent command she understood without words. Her smile fell as she felt triumphant because he was letting her do this. He was giving in to his bodily desires.

Slowly she followed the order and bent down, putting her weight on her hands on the floor, until her lips could touch the worn out leather of his black shoes. She kissed the material before she licked it and tasted it. Again he shifted and she followed the movement as he spread his legs more to give her more access. Usually he talked more during these kinds of things but maybe he was curious how far she would go. She had never been this forward in a public space, they were in the library after all. Anytime a student or teacher could find them in this kind of position. But Walburga didn't care. She wasn't aroused by it either, because the only thing that aroused her was Tom. Toms hands, Toms musk, Toms skin, Toms voice. It didn't matter where they were as long as it was him. Her breath hitched as she saw the tent in his black trousers. A soft blush was painting her cheeks as she moved her hands to open his belt. The clinking noise of his belt buckle as she finally managed to open it echoed in the silence that stretched all around the two of them. For a moment her heart stopped as she listened if anyone else might have hurt the clinking noise. But no. They were alone. And then her fingers found the button and the zipper and she pulled it down. His boxer briefs were revealed to her and she could feel the growing hardness under her fingertips as she pulled the fabric down to reveal the nakedness underneath it. But then there was his hand clutching her fingers.

„No.", he commanded quietly, „Only your mouth."

Nothing in his eyes betrayed the arousal he felt, but Walburga knew better, could feel and see and smell it. She nodded and gave her consent to this. Because at the end of the day she had been the one to confront him, to fall to her knees, to start all of this. Her black hair was pushed back from her face and his fingertips brushed the pale skin of her forehead, and she keened at this loving gesture. If she were a cat she would have purred.

She heard a quiet short laugh from above: „You really are a wanton slut, aren't you Walburga?"

Walburga nodded at that as she licked her lips and opened her mouth. She could see the first droplets of his precum on the tip of his cock and her mouth watered. He was the sun she revolved around, he was the centre of her universe, and there was euophoria in her actions as she put her lips around the tip and sucked. She heard the hitch of his breath at the action and her inner tigress grinned and purred at that.

Walburga felt pride at being the only girl he had ever done something like this with – at least she liked to believe that. She pulled him deeper into her mouth and she could feel his fingers in the scalp of her head tightening into her hair and she closed her eyes. Her tongue stroked the warm skin and started to move her head up and down, moved her tongue around his tip how he liked it, how she knew he liked it from experience. He had never fucked her mouth, never pushed into her throat because even in the throws of passion he liked to keep his cool, liked to keep his control. Everything she had done for him – sexually and otherwise – she had done of her own volition.

A soft grunt escaped his lips and she opened her eyes at that, looked up at him and she moved her head towards him until his cock bumped against the back of her throat. She breathed through her nose and her eyes were glazed over with lust. She could feel wetness coating her thighs as she hoped he would want to go further with her when she was finished with this act. She wanted to feel him inside her, deep and thrusting, wanted to feel his muscles twitch and his fingers on her mouth to keep her silent, wanted to feel her arousal dripping onto his thighs. So she moved her head faster, felt the tightening of his grip in her hair and through all of this she looked up at him. His eyes weren't closed, he was looking down at her, and she knew he liked seeing her like this, on her knees and her mouth stuffed with his cock.

Good girl Weronika would never do something like this for him.

Do you see?, she thought to herself, No one would do something like this for you. I am the only one for you.

Without a warning he spilled inside of her and instead of pulling out she had to swallow every drop. Tom liked it when she swallowed his very essence. Or maybe it was just her that liked it. He kept her head in position and she could feel his erection softening. Moments passed and then, when his breathing finally calmed he let go of her and slowly pulled out of her mouth. She leaned back, licked her lips and looked up to him, hoping he wasn't finished with her, the taste of his cum on her tongue.

Tom closed his trousers, pulled the zipper up and closed the belt. Disappointment washed through her like rain.

„You can go now.", he told her coldly and pulled the book he had read before she had come.

„But Tom-", she whined at him like a child and when he looked at her again there was a scowl etched into his features: „Walburga, I am grateful for what you did, but I don't have the time to statisfy your needs. So leave."

She pressed her lips to a thin line and stayed on her knees. But Tom had started to ignore her and dismissed her with his words and actions, that pierced through her heart like an arrow. Had she reminded him? Did he know he only needed her? Minutes passed until she gave up and stood up from her kneeling position. She dusted of her skirt and felt unstatisfied and unhappy at how everything had played out but she could still taste him on her lips as she licked them again.

Walburga looked over her shoulder to him and knew he would only get angry at her if she stayed any longer. So she left wetness clinging to her skin like a curse.