"I'm sure you're both wondering why you're in my office."
Evelyn looked to her left to meet the smoldering stare of Tom Riddle who was staring right back at her.
"It's because I have some good…and possibly bad news for you," Armando Dippet surveyed the two Slytherins sitting in front of him.
Evelyn shrugged, potential expulsions once again danced around her head--but if that was true, then what did he need Tom for?
Maybe he knew about the night in the bathrooms and was just now getting around to interrogating them. She glanced back at Tom for some sort of reassurance that he may have the same fear, but his defined profile showed that he was ignoring her.
"And what would that be Headmaster Dippet?" Tom asked with a small smile, already laying on the Riddle charm.
Dippet grinned appreciatively back at him and answered, "Well my boy, it seems that I have a proposition for you--for the both of you actually."
"By way of Albus Dumbledore," Dippet now acknowledged Evelyn's presence for the first time since she had stepped into the room, "it has come to my attention that you are in need of a place to stay after the last quarter is finished. Is that correct?"
"Yes sir," she nodded.
"And you," he gestured to Tom, "have always sought a place here in the summer."
"Of course Headmaster. Hogwarts is more of my home than any other place in the world and it would be not only an honor, but a privilege to be able to stay here."
Evelyn wondered if she was supposed to applaud his little adoration speech of Hogwarts, as she had never felt so congenial towards the place of learning herself.
"So…what are you getting at?" Evelyn destroyed the mood with that simple question.
"If you will kindly allow me to speak Miss Westwood, I will gladly tell you."
She glowered at him, but closed her mouth, noting with much annoyance what supreme satisfaction Tom gained from seeing her shut up.
"Since it is my understanding that one of Hogwart's finest students--
Three guesses as to which one that referred to.
"--as well as another student is in need of the school's services…I have decided to extend them to both of you. Because it would be unfair to allow one of you to occupy the school for the summer and not the other, I am giving you both the invitation to stay."
Tom appeared rather smug, as if somehow all of this was his doing, but Evelyn stared in disbelief, allowing her jaw to drop somewhat.
"No Headmaster has ever allowed students to stay at Hogwarts before, but as both of you are under somewhat unique circumstances, I am going to allow this to be tried for the summer."
She finally understood why he would do such a thing; considering Dippet wasn't usually known for his benevolence. He was probably hoping that the Daily Prophet would catch wind of it and then exhibit a whole write-up on his limitless charity and Armando Dippet would be etched into a silver plaque under the title "Most Compassionate Headmaster Known to Hogwarts" where it would be eternally hung over the Headmaster's desk.
"I am willing to allow you to both stay on the condition--
There was always a but.
"--that both of you enroll in some sort of labor oriented activity within Hogwarts."
"You want us to work?" The word rolled off of Evelyn's tongue with such a foreign feel as if she could barely get it out.
"I shouldn't think we should stay if we weren't able to pay it back in some way," Tom stated calmly as if the negotiation was completely reasonable.
"That's the spirit Mr. Riddle!" He smiled even broader at Tom, his beard slightly parting.
"So you mean," Evelyn snapped Dippet out of his moment of worship, causing him to stare at her as if the very sound of her voice was terribly grating, "that we can stay here if we're your little house elves?"
"Of course not," Dippet snorted at her phrasing.
"Oh, ok," Evelyn's attitude reared it's insupressible head, "I must have completely misinterpreted that then."
"I am afraid you didn't Miss Westwood. I do mean that you should work, but you will be able to choose what you would like to do for the summer."
"House elves by choice then."
Tom sat back, enjoying the side long view of his fellow Slytherin that he assumed by carelessly placing his elbow on the armrest and leaning the side of his face on the tops of his knuckles. He studied her face; the color of blood rose in her pale cheeks, eyes flashed. Eventually the sound of their combating voices faded between his ears and he imagined that same flushed face, heavily breathing. His expressionless eyes traveled up her blonde tresses of hair, imagining what they might look like fanned out underneath him, her glowing cheeks set perfectly under her burning brown eyes that might look up at him with awe and wonder. A wonder of how he could make her so breathless. He noticed how her delicate fingers firmly gripped the arm of the chair and wondered how they might feel gripping his now growing erection. Her soft hands lightly grazing the very bare skin--would he allow her to be soft with him? He asked himself this question as he knew that he would be the one to dictate all matters concerning the bedroom---or wherever he chose to carry out the necessary actions.
His ever searching eyes now roamed the blank expanses of her white blouse, following the pearly buttons upward, clearly remembering what she looked like with barely anything covering her. The way her chest rose and fell in a frenzy of labored breathing, he knew that he could do that to her as well--easily--he mused.
Her neck was a like a marble column jutting out of her crisp collar. He could almost hear the low moaning of his own name--"Tom!"--vibrate from within that throat.
Evelyn's reddened lips stayed pursed as Dippet railed against her, though Tom cared not for what he said, he was transfixed by how her lips might feel--moist and supple on his own mouth--if he allowed her to kiss him, that is.
Tom was most unhappy that the fantasy had to be interrupted by Dippet's inclusion of him back into the conversation, "Anyway Tom, if you would like to stay here and work for the summer, then I would be happy to have you, but if Miss Westwood here insists on having things her way then she will not be able to join you."
"Thank you Headmaster Dippet," Tom tried his hardest to mask the clouded look in his own eyes.
"There is one thing that could become a hindrance for this little agreement," Dippet's appearance turned grave, "the very matter at hand."
Both Slytherins were now completely attentive, sitting straight up in their chairs, Tom crossing his legs.
"As I'm sure you both have heard, there is something happening around the deserted corridors of Hogwarts that has yet to be solved. Yesterday a Ravenclaw prefect of all people, was stunned by someone and we have not been able to identify who or what is behind it. She is being held in the infirmary for the time being--hopefully we will have some answers as soon as she is able to speak."
"So she will be okay?" Evelyn asked, her face etched in true concern.
"Yes, of course. She just has to come around and she'll be fine, but I'm afraid that I can't allow anyone to stay here while such a thing is continuing."
"Continuing?" Tom asked, diverting any attention that could possibly be directed towards his painfully obvious lap.
Dippet looked apprehensively around the room, his hazel eyes shifted to some of the past Headmaster's portraits.
"It seems that a second student has succumbed to another one of these…attacks."
"Another one?" Evelyn spat in outrage, "but who?"
"That's classified information Miss Westwood, so you best keep your inquiries to yourself," Dippet reprimanded her, feeling as if that might get the conversation under control, "So until this mess is sorted out, no one is staying anywhere."
"Of course Headmaster--a very wise decision," Tom chimed in.
"As I believe it to be," Dippet added with finality, "that is all I wished to discuss with the both of you. Consider what I have said and make your decision, though I warn you, if a solution isn't found soon for our mystery, this entire settlement is out of the question. Good night Mr. Riddle. Goodnight Miss Westwood."
"Goodnight Headmaster," they both echoed back to him.
Evelyn slowly followed Tom out into the dark corridor, walking silently beside him. She enjoyed the dimly lit halls at night, accented by beautiful candelabras that were placed between the slumbering portraits. Occasionally some of them would pipe up at the sight of Tom, smiling and waving gracefully to him. Evelyn imagined that following him around all day might resemble a one man parade.
She waited until they were well away from these often prying eyes to speak.
"I bet you would like to know how my body would feel writhing beneath yours," Evelyn whispered into the darkness and sealed it with a smirk.
Tom immediately stopped in the middle of the hallway, swallowing hard and stared at her for a moment as he felt the entirety of his senses failing.
How the hell did she know that? It never occurred to him that his knew found legilimency skills needed to be honed. While he was able to turn it on, what if he couldn't turn it off and consequently she had been able to see his thoughts in Dippet's office? Did he send them to her by accident?
"It never occurred to you that I might be an Legilimens, did it?"
He had to admit, he attributed this leak of information to his mistake rather than her ability.
"Legilimens--you?" He couldn't disguise the look of disbelief plastered across his face.
"Don't sound so amazed," Evelyn scoffed as if it were nothing.
"I'm not," Tom corrected her, "I just can't imagine how you could acquire such a skill as Legilimency, especially considering your academic…record."
"Academics has nothing to do with it. My bastard father taught me," she spoke the profanity as if it were an endearment.
Tom did not care who taught her Legilimency at such a young age, he was more concerned that she never do it again.
"Listen to me," Tom grounded out the words through barred teeth and gripped her arm, "I don't know what it is that you're doing to me, but I'm warning you--come across me again, and I won't have any mercy on you."
He stared her down with eyes reflecting such primal lust that it could not be ignored.
"Oh Tom," she jestingly feigned a throaty moan, much like in his day dream, "please don't have mercy on me--you know how I like it rough," she could now barely suppress a laugh.
Tom didn't seem to find it as funny as the sound of her lips uttering his name like that, even if it wasn't real, catalyzed new stirrings between his thighs.
Before she could carry on the joke a second longer Tom pushed her roughly against the dark cherry wood wall, her hair contrasting strikingly against it, and drew her in to a series of heated kisses, crushing his lips against hers. He shivered at the touch of her fingers scraping across the back of his scalp and down his neck. He would show her rough.
Tom's skillful fingers greedily pressed upon every inch of skin they could find, traveling down the small of her back until they found the waist band of her skirt.
Evelyn gasped at the icy touch of his fingers directly on her spine and her stomach fluttered in anticipation as they lightly grazed her skin upwards, now pressing against her projecting shoulder blades.
They both seemed to have forgotten themselves as Tom's mouth traveled southward, falling off of her lips and down her slender neck as his fingers stretched themselves around her small frame, now sliding to the front of her ribcage.
The tugging of the straps of her bra caused her hooded eyes to fly open as she had just realized what and where she was.
"Is that how you think it's gonna be?"
Tom immediately stopped his assault on her collar bone to look up at her, now raising to his full height.
"That you can just manhandle me however you like?"
"Yes," he answered breathily, a sable lock of hair fell into his eyes.
"You might want to think twice then," she shot back haughtily and backed away from him.
He couldn't surmise how she could possibly refuse him. He was superior to her in every way imaginable except--
"Is that what you think?"
"What?" she spat back at him, running a hand through her hair.
"That you are in some way superior to me," he stated as if such a thing were to be considered blasphemous.
"Possibly," she fired back.
"Well, you'll soon find out how wrong you are Evelyn Westwood. Just because you have pureblood running through your veins and a large sum of money in a vault somewhere doesn't make you superior to me. There will come a day when you will beg for me--
"A day that must be very far off."
"And I will have you," his wondering hand found it's way up her skirt and across her outer thigh, but she did nothing to stop it.
Her laugh was cold and high, reverberating off of the dark corridors of Hogwarts.
"You, Tom Riddle, will never have me. I will never be yours for the mere fact that you want me."
She reached down between his legs, easily finding his half stiff arousal, "You might want to get that in check," she ran her hand tightly across it, hardening it more and slipped away from him, disappearing into the night.
Evelyn may have eluded him for the time being, but he would make her submit to him.
A/N: Hey everyone, I know it's back to school time, so I've tried to get everything ready before then. Have a good day and please review!
Thanks,
Aiden I.