He was immediately caught off guard by the heaving chest that lay beneath the ripped blouse. The milky color of her half exposed breasts expanding and contracting under the lacy cups. He swallowed down his rationality for a moment—the mere sight of breasts had not caused him to react so, but more of the fact that they were hers.
Now, they were on a level playing field. Evelyn threw her chest out a little bit, allowing him to take in the image a little more, alluring him closer and asking him to go further.
"C'mon Riddle…" her syrupy voice dripped into his ear,"let me free…and I might show you a little more…" her voice tempted like a siren as she tilted her head slightly upward, spindling it so that the soft skin of her neck was stretched to it's full length and her painted red lips were inches from his pursed ones.
He seemed to completely snap from his stimulated trance, his eyes blinked, then dilated as he pulled her so roughly by the waistband of her pleated skirt she was sure she heard some of the seams split, "I don't need permission from you."
How dare he! The mere concept outraged her. He actually thought that her body was to be subject to whatever he pleased! The gall of such a statement was so appalling that she could not hide the blood boiling in her cheeks no matter how much she tried. His other hand didn't help to diffuse the coloration as it glided up the back of her leg, a long finger hooked under the lining of her panties, following the curve of it up until he cupped one of her cheeks.
"Now," he smacked her on the bottom and she stood up straighter as a small cry of surprise left her lips, "You may want to answer truthfully soon, or you might find yourself lacking some…unmentionables," he smirked the same self-satisfied grin that most girls swooned over, the gleaming pearl of his teeth slithered through the small gap of his lips as he stared her down.
"How could you possibly expect me to cooperate in this situation—
"Oh, you will," he cut in, his dark eyebrows jumped up to emphasize his point.
"But why? Why do you need me?" she begin again with the annoying questions, hoping to buy some time to think of an escape plan that was looking further and further away as every minute ticked by.
"I've already told you," Tom replied harshly, grabbing her by the straps of her bra and jerking her forward, "because I need the information that you have and I will find a way to get it from you."
"B-but," her rouge colored lips stumbled over something else to say as she had been shaken by his harsh rattling, "surely there….surely there is someone else that can help you. I-I don't really know anything, I've only heard…" she spoke timidly, betraying her true character that had been inevitably exposed to him the night before—haughty and contemptuous, she had once looked down on him for his inferior blood heritage but now found herself at his complete mercy.
"Only heard what?" Tom asked, his face softening as if turning a switch on and off, he once again assumed the role of Tom Riddle, the charmer. Of course by now Evelyn was well aware of the falsity of this façade, but decided to go along with it anyway.
"I've only heard that making a horcrux is a very powerful thing, but it's also very dangerous, as it can't be reversed—as much as you know I'm sure…"
"Of course I know that…" he answered delicately, as if speaking to a lover, "but I need to know more…tell me all that you know…" as he articulated this, his hand found itself once again exploring the silky skin of the uncharted areas of her inner thigh, "tell me Evelyn," his fingers ran along the creases of her legs, and slowly found their way onto her panties.
"My Grandfather!" she blurted out at the intrusion.
"Yes?" Tom paused any movement to inquire, "and what about him?" he resumed his encircling of his index finger, feeling the warm and wet flesh between her legs through the thin underwear. He drew tantalizing figures, pressing and dragging his talented fingers over every nerve ending on her clitoris.
The pleasure from his ministrations became distracting for Evelyn to be able to answer anything, "He went to Durmstrang and met him there while he was at school," she answered quickly, as if her memory was struggling to run away from her.
"Who is him?" he asked softly still, slowly allowing his fingers access to where he pleased.
"Grindelwald," she answered breathily, closing her eyes as she heard her own heart beating furiously, almost blocking out Tom's serpentine voice entirely.
"Grindelwald?" Tom stopped completely, like bringing a locomotive that had been going full speed ahead, he brought his wheeling mind to a screeching halt. This inquisition was beginning to reap him more rewards than he had previously thought.
"Yes…before he was what he is now…" she closed her eyes again, trying not to focus on the feeling between her thighs, "that's where it all began…my grandfather's dabbling in the dark arts began after he met him in school."
"Is that so?" Tom queried with interest, now rubbing his finger faster over the enflamed nub, feeling the wetness beginning to seep through the fabric and on to his own fingers.
"Yes!" she almost cried out.
His fingers circled faster and faster.
"So he was the one that told you about horcruxes?"
"Yes…" she gasped.
They were now working at a dizzying pace.
"Did he tell you exactly what they are used for?"
"Yes," she almost doubled over from the weakness she was feeling in her knees but instead collided with his chest, hanging her head on his shoulder as his long digits unrelentingly doled out the pleasure she so desperately felt that she needed.
"Did he tell you how many one could make?"
"Yes," she moaned.
Faster.
"Did he tell you how it could be done?"
Faster.
His fingers slid between her folds so easily as they were now completely soaked.
"Yes," she squeaked, breathing as hard as her lungs allowed her to.
Faster.
Tom could tell that he almost had her right where he wanted her as she began bucking her hips to him. She moaned softly at the small release he gave her and she fell against him once again. He placed his hand on the back of her head, secretively sneering at how easily she had broken for him, though he was not done with her yet as she still had so much more specific information he needed, and getting her to confess to knowing of it was only a start.
Evelyn noticed with much interest that the locking spell on her arms had been removed and took what little window of opportunity had been open to her. While Tom was too busy reveling in his victory over her, she quickly reached for her wand that was protruding out of his pocket, whipping it in front of her and using it to push him away from her.
"Expelliarmus!" Evelyn screamed, sending Tom flying back. In the few moments that he was reeling from what had just happened, she grabbed her robe from the floor, and wrapped it tightly around her to conceal the tattered garments underneath.
"Alohomora!" The latch on the door swung open and she jerked at the door knob, frantically trying to get it open. Just as it creaked open, she heard Tom mutter something, and before she could completely clear the door, his spell forcefully pummeled into her back, sending sparks flying through her veins as it coursed through her body. She fell against the entranceway, the weight of her body opening it as she stumbled out of the classroom and into the empty hallway. Clutching her robes tightly together, she half expected Riddle to be chasing after her, but when she chanced a glance over her shoulder, she was relieved to find that he wasn't.
Evelyn made a conscious effort to slow her breathing and began to walk again in case she came upon more students, not wanting them to suspect anything out of the ordinary. Before reaching the Slytherin common room, she stopped in front of a gold framed mirror that was hanging in the hallway to check her appearance. She combed down her hair with her fingers, hoping to Merlin that no one could have any guesses as to what she and Tom had been doing just moments before. Aside from the fact that she was holding her robes closely together, everything looked rather normal…unless…
She quickly spun around, then checked her profile from the side to make sure Tom's last spell that had hit her dead on—no less—had not developed any side effects, as most spells did. As closer inspections revealed, and most of all to her astonishment, she could see no change in her appearance or anywhere on her body for that matter. Curiously, she wondered exactly what that spell was intended to do, but maybe, she reasoned, it merely backfired and did nothing other than push her into the door.
A/N : I wrote this chapter fairly quickly actually, I just hadn't had the time to really work on it, sorry :( I'm sorry if there's any spelling mistakes, make sure to point them out to me so that I can correct them. Sorry that the chapter is sort of short, but it's filled with lots of action! So hopefully that makes up for it. Thanks for reading and please Review!