Thank Merlin it was Saturday, I thought as I stretched my sore limbs in bed the next morning. I peeked through the thick curtains hanging from the canopy and found I was alone. I must have slept much later than I normally did.

I groaned as I reached for my watch on my bedside table, noting the bruise around my wrist.

11:33.

Shit.

I had to get up if I wanted to make it to lunch in time to eat. My stomach rumbled when I thought about the breakfast I had already slept through.

My legs were wobbly and I winced at the soreness between my legs as I finally slipped out of bed and made my way to the full length mirror between mine and Hazel's beds.

I winced again when I saw my reflection.

My dark brown waves were wild and rumpled. And my lips were so swollen and bitten it looked like I was having an allergic reaction to something. But that wasn't the worst of it. Not by a long shot.

I reached my hand up and touched my ravaged neck. His bite marks were clearly visible as dotted semicircles. As were the tender spots he had sucked into his mouth. I shivered as I touched an unmistakable handprint on my throat.

I raised my eyes to my own face again. My dark blue eyes had hooded and my lips had parted slightly just at the sight of his handiwork.

Merlin, help me.

I slipped the straps of my satin nightgown over my shoulders and let it pool at my feet to take in the rest of the damage. A gasp escaped my lips as I looked at the map of bruises and bitemarks he had left down my body.

There were teeth marks and hickeys on my breasts, small round bruises on my hips from where his fingertips had gripped me so roughly, I even saw a few bites on my inner thighs.

I turned around and saw more marks on my backside and the back of my hips. There were purple bruises on my thighs and legs, from where he had held and maneuvered me to find his pleasure.

As I turned back to face myself again, I felt the telltale stickiness between my thighs.

I'd be damned, but my nipples peaked sharply at that very specific reminder of him.

The memories of last night had flooded back as I stared at my reflection. Each mark was a reminder of what we had done, of what he had done to me.

I had to take several deep, but shaky, breaths to steady myself and clear the heat that had started to pool in my belly at just the memory, just the ghost of his hands, body, and mouth on me.

I sighed as I reached for my wand on my vanity and started to heal the marks on my neck. I left the rest of them, though.

And skipped my shower. Just until I saw Tom, at least.

I knew he would be pissed when he saw the tan skin of my neck, blemish free, but, deep down, that anger directed at me excited me more than the memories of last night ever could.

….

After making sure my neck was clear, using my wand to salvage my long curls, and slapping some blush and mascara on, I pulled on a skirt and sweater, and dashed down the stairs to the Common Room.

I waved to a group of fellow 7th-year boys I was friends with, but not spotting my girlfriends, I clamored out of the portrait hole to catch the end of lunch.

"Elizabeth! Wait up!" I heard someone call from behind me as I started down the steps of the castle.

I turned to find William Prewett, one of the boys from the Common Room, hurrying to catch up with me, smiling at me with his dimples showing.

"Headed to lunch?" he asked, when he caught up with me.

"Sure am."

"Mind if I walk with you? I'm starving."

"Not at all, William." I said, as we started down the stairs. We had always been friendly, but weren't particularly close.

"How was your summer? Glad to be back?" he asked, trying to make conversation.

"It was really nice, thanks for asking, William. My father and I spent the summer in Biarritz. Well, I spent the summer in Biarritz. He had to go back and forth back to London for work quite a bit. But other than that, it was great. How was yours?"

"Swell. I mean, we didn't go anywhere as glamorous as France," he joked, throwing a cheeky wink in my direction, "but it was good. Spent most of the time building a quidditch pitch in the field behind our house with my brother. I'm not seventeen for a few more weeks, so we had to do it the Muggle way. Took ages."

William was the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team. And really quite handsome, I noticed, as he held the door to the Great Hall open for me. He had a thick head of blonde hair and pretty blue eyes that crinkled when he smiled, which he always was.

I wonder what he would think of me if he knew what I had gotten up to last night. He'd probably faint.

I hid my sly smile behind my hand at the thought of it and gave him a small wave goodbye. I spotted my friends all the way down at the end of the Gryffindor table and headed over to them. While studiously avoiding looking in the direction of the Slytherins.

"There you are, Elizabeth!" Lillian shouted as I took the empty seat next to her and started loading my plate like I hadn't eaten in days. "How was your meeting?'

"Meeting?" I asked, my fork full of roasted potatoes pausing on the way to my mouth.

Hazel and Mary shot me matching bewildered looks from across the table.

"With the heads of the houses?" Mary added.

I coughed and nearly choked on a potato I had stuffed into my mouth. "Oh, yes, of course! It was fine. Just start of term stuff. No big deal at all, honestly."

My friends were still looking at me a little strangely, but didn't ask anymore questions about my meeting.

"Did William walk you down?" Hazel asked, her eyes scanning the Gryffindor table for the quidditch captain I had come in with.

"Yes, he happened to be heading down at the same time as me. Said he was starving"

It was Lillian's turn to cough next to me. "That's odd."

"Why is that?" I asked her.

"Well, it's just that he was in here not twenty minutes ago eating with Jack and Arthur. Looked like he ate plenty enough not to be hungry until dinner."

I turned to look down the table and found that William wasn't sitting down eating. He must have turned right back around after walking me down.

"Hmm," Hazel said, "That is odd, isn't Elizabeth?"

I rolled my eyes and took a big bite of my fried sausage, causing my friends to all break out in giggles. I had my hands full enough with Tom to worry about some other boy, not that my friends knew anything about that.

….

We decided at lunch to spend the rest of the day outside enjoying the lovely fall weather.

"I just need to run to the dorm to grab my sweater. But I'll meet you all down by the lake." I said, as I stood from the table and turned to leave.

I froze in my tracks at the dark gaze that was fixed on me from the Slytherin table. The noise of Great Hall died away as I stood in his crosshairs. My friends were talking, and his were too around him, and no one noticed us. Not that it would matter, his black eyes made me feel totally alone, totally exposed.

He was wearing his trademark bored expression, but when I saw his eyes drop to the bare skin of my neck, I saw the telltale fire in his irises.

My hand involuntarily went to the spot he was staring at with such intensity. He narrowed his eyes at my fingers covering my neck. I felt like I could read his thoughts from here, just from that look.

And he was pissed.

But just as quickly as it had happened, it was over. He turned to talk to one of his cronies, Avery, I thought, and the spell was broken.

I took a shaky breath and dashed from the Great Hall, telling my friends I would see them in a few minutes outside.

...

I was walking down the seventh floor corridor, my sweater tied around my shoulders, when a hand shot out from behind a tapestry, wrapped around my arm, and yanked me into an alcove.

It was dark because of the thick tapestry concealing the space, but I knew who had pulled me in without really being able to see him. Not to mention his scent was filling the space, and, in turn, my senses and brain. He had a distinctly smoky, sweet smell. Like he had been sitting by a fire all day. And something else undefinable. Pineapple, maybe? Or maybe bergamot.

"Tom." I said into the darkness.

His hand was still wrapped tightly around my upper arm. Sure to leave another bruise.

"Lumos." was all he said in reply, and the small space was filled with a bright light from the tip of his wand.

He brought it to my neck, moving the hand from my arm to my chin. He turned my head to each side, taking in the skin on my neck.

"I told you to leave the marks, Elizabeth." he growled and stepped closer to me, his hand falling from my chin to his side.

The air was thick with his anger. I should have been scared, I knew that. But instead of fear, excitement coursed through my veins.

"I don't have to do what you say, Tom." I whispered back. I had meant to sound convincing, but instead my voice shook slightly.

He smirked down at me as he closed the little space that had been left between our bodies. I inhaled sharply at the feel of his hard body against mine. "Of course you do. In fact, you love doing what I say. Don't you, Elizabeth?" he asked as he pressed me to the cold stone wall.

When I didn't answer, he slid his large hand to my hip and squeezed the bruises there. I winced at the contact.

"Did you leave the rest of the marks?"

My chest rose and fell three times before I finally relented. "Yes." I said, looking into those dark, dangerous eyes.

He looked at me expectantly but didn't say anything. He waited patiently, perfectly still, like a snake before it strikes.

"Sir." I closed my eyes and added, barely more than a whisper.

"Mmm, that's very good," He said as he started to hitch up my calf-length skirt. "And have you been walking around all day with my cum still sticky on your thighs? Just like I told you to."

I took a deep breath as his fingers reached my inner thighs and found the evidence he was looking for.

There was no point in being bashful now, I supposed.

"Yes, sir." I murmured and was instantly rewarded with his long fingers sweeping across my mound over my knickers.

"That's a good girl, Elizabeth." he said, before bending his dark head to the crook of my neck. I gasped when his teeth bit into the sensitive flesh there. I may have covered the marks, but it was still tender.

He lifted his head back up and smiled evilly down at me. His fingers were still swirling over my already soaked knickers, inching towards the spot I suddenly needed him at more than anything else.

I couldn't help the whimper that escaped my mouth when he finally did find that spot and expertly rubbed it through the cotton.

He laughed, "Such an eager little slut you are," he purred. "Tell me something, Elizabeth," his fingers were slipping past the fabric. I bucked into his hand when I finally felt his skin on mine, causing him to laugh again. "Did it make you wet to wake this morning covered in bruises from me?"

I nodded, my head hitting the wall behind me.

"Mm, I bet." He said, and I gasped way too loudly as he drove one of his fingers into me, curling it deftly when he was fully inside of me.

"And did it make you wet to walk to lunch with that blithering idiot, when you were still covered in my cum? My bitemarks?"

My eyes snapped open at his mention of William. He was looking down at me seriously, his eyes narrowed and his wavy hair falling into his face. He still looked pissed. Beautiful, but dangerous.

But then he added a second finger inside of me, and swirled another around my swollen clit, and I forgot his question. I closed my eyes again and found myself shamelessly riding his fingers.

"Answer my question, Elizabeth. Did it make you wet? To be Tom Riddle's little whore last night and then on the Golden Boy of Gryffindor's arm the next morning?"

Before I could stop to think, and still grinding onto his fingers, I blurted, "Are you jealous, Tom?"

His fingers immediately stilled and withdrew from me.

Fuck.

My eyes opened to find him angrier than before, if that was even possible. Even the light from the tip of his wand flared, his anger causing his magic to surge.

He briskly stepped back from me, and I almost crumpled to the ground at the loss of contact. I managed to steady myself right right before I toppled over.

"What the fuck?" I asked, angry myself now. I had been so close to finding release on his fingers that I thought I would explode if he didn't finish what he had started.

"On your knees." He said, his eyes black with his rage. "Now." He all but growled at me.

I stared at him incredulously for a few moments before following his command and dropping to my knees in front of him. The stone was cutting into my skin, but I put it out of my mind as I reached forward and unzipped his trousers.

The heat in my belly flared brightly as I reached my hand into his pants and pulled his considerable length out. Already impossibly hard.

I looked up at him, but he didn't say a word though his clenched jaw as I lowered my mouth fully onto his cock. Taking him all into my mouth at once.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my stretched lips at the hiss that escaped him as he hit the back of my throat.

His wand hit the ground somewhere behind me, and the light it was emitting went out. Leaving us in total darkness. His hands slid into my hair, before tightly gripping the strands.

Something about the dark made this feel even more dangerous and exciting and I lavished his cock with more abandon than I ever had before. I let it slip from my lips, licked up the underside, kissed away a drop of precum on his tip, before I plunged my mouth over him again, nearly gagging myself.

As I mentioned before, I loved having this man's cock in my mouth.

The dark seemed to be making him feel unrestrained as well, because the noises escaping his usually quiet mouth were enough to make my excitement drip down my thighs.

And then he started whispering the most filthy things into the darkness. I would have reached down to touch myself if he hadn't forbidden me from doing so.

"Don't you dare touch yourself, Elizabeth. I am the only one who gets to make you come. Do you understand?"

"Mhhmm," I hummed around his cock, which he was thrusting deep into my mouth at this point.

"I bet you fell asleep with your thighs still slick last night, didn't you? Dirty little slut." he said as he hit the back of my throat. I wrapped one of my hands around his hips to push him in deeper as a response.

"That's right. Take my cock, Elizabeth. Take every single bit of it. Every single drop of my cum."

Footsteps sounded from down the hall and I froze, his cock still buried in my mouth.

"Don't you dare stop." he said, moving inside of me at a new, frenzied pace. "Let them find you just like this. The little Gryffindor slut on her knees for me. Let them see my cum dripping out of those pretty lips and down your chin." He punctuated each of his words with a sharp thrust of his hips.

Tears were streaming down my face from when he hit the back of my throat, but I didn't make him stop. I didn't want him to. I let him use my mouth how he needed it and relished in the feel of his smooth skin rubbing against my already swollen lips.

Until I heard Hazel's voice, steps away it seemed like. "Where is she? It shouldn't take this long to find a sweater."

My friends were just on the other side of this tapestry. Where I was currently hiding with Tom Riddle's dick in my mouth. All they would have to do would be to hear one little noise and investigate. I could almost picture them lifting the tapestry and taking in the scene we made.

Merlin.

That thought quickly sobered me up from my lust.

Tom seemed to realize the same thing and stopped his thrusts.

I let his still hard cock slip from my lips and quickly stood up, head spinning. I still couldn't see Tom in the dark as I smoothed my hair and skirt and wiped away my tears from gagging on him.

He didn't say a word and I didn't look back at him as I slipped quietly from behind the tapestry to find my friends.

A/N: I imagine Tom Riddle smells like Creed Aventus mixed with smoke from a fire, just FYI! Hope you enjoyed this little chapter. I'm thinking we will get to know her friends better next chapter. And...of course...Tom will have to come find her to finish what they started behind the tapestry...

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