Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Sara, thank you for your review! But Emma is too scared to go to anyone. She has realized by now that Tom really is evil, and she is worried about what he'll do if she goes against him. Fear is an extremely powerful emotion! Even in Half Blood Prince, we find Dumbledore tell Harry that, "I have not been able to find many memories of Riddle at Hogwarts, few who knew him then are prepared to talk about him; they are too terrified."

If people were afraid to speak up against him after school, they certainly would during school.

Also, she knows Tom has a very good reputation with the teachers, he keeps up a good front. She's worried nobody will believe her, and then when they let him off, he'll come after her and her family.

She was considering talking to Dumbledore during the last chapter, and because of that she was punished severely. Had she not considered it and done exactly as Tom had told her, she would have been 'fine'. Her thoughts are now, that as long as she keeps to his rules, she may be okay (or at least survive).

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A few days after their last get-together, Emma ran into Tom on her way to the Great Hall for dinner. She hadn't been watching where she was going and almost crashed into him; or did he just appear out of thin air? She wasn't entirely sure.

He leaned over and touched her arm, and she recoiled slightly, still remembering their previous encounter. However, she corrected herself quickly when she saw the burning reprimand in his eyes. She smiled shakily.

"I'm…I'm sorry, Tom," she said. "You startled me!"

He gave her a stern look. Then, noticing her friends nearby, he broke out into a smile and gave her a quick hug. "No problem, sweetie," he said. "I am here to invite you to a party."

Emma's eyes opened wide. A party? He was actually going to allow her to go to a party with him?

He laughed at her reaction. "Professor Slughorn is having another Slug Club get together," he said. "And we are requested to bring dates this time. I suppose you will be mine. I shall pick you up at 7, this Saturday night."

He paused for a little while, to let the words sink in. "I trust you will be wearing something…nice," he added. Then he gave her a quick kiss and disappeared.

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That Saturday, Emma was sitting on her bed, wondering what to wear for the party. She certainly had some suitable dresses, but didn't know which one to pick. She rested her head in her hands in a weary move. She was tired…tired of the charade that she was a part of. She really didn't want to go to a party… Correction, she really didn't want to go to a party with him! But, once again, she had no choice. And he had told her to look nice…she guessed she was supposed to be some kind of trophy for him.

"Emma?" sounded a concerned voice. "What's wrong? You look upset!" It was Jarinda. Emma had been so absorbed in her thoughts, that she hadn't noticed her entering the dormitory.

Emma looked up with a shock. Uh-oh, she thought. Rule number two! She was supposed to appear happy! She needed an excuse…and quick!

She sighed, and gave Jarinda a vague smile. "Tom is taking me to a Slug Club party tonight," she said. "And I'm not sure what to wear. I have never been to one of those parties, and I want to look nice." She didn't want to look nice, she needed to look nice, she thought to herself. But she couldn't say that, of course.

"Ohhhh," said Jarinda, with a big smile now. "Is that all? I can help you with that! Let's see what you got."

Emma showed her the selection of dresses to pick from, and Jarinda looked through it. "Green!" Jarinda said, as she selected a pretty green dress that reached almost to the floor. "He'll like that! It's so…Slytherin!" she giggled.

Emma was disgusted at the thought. That would really play up his vanity! There was no need to make him happier than he already was. "I don't know," said Emma. "How about this red one?"

But the red one was short. Too short, she thought. And too low cut! She didn't exactly want to look like his whore either… Jarinda took the red one off her hands. "Hmm," she said with a smirk. "Yes, I can see why you would like that one!"

Emma scoffed briefly as she quickly grabbed the dress off of her. "Never mind," she said. "I don't think it's that kind of party!"

"Alright, then it's back to the green!" Jarinda said as she held out the green one for Emma. "Go put it on!"

Emma sighed as she took her clothes off. Jarinda stared at her. "Wait!" she said suddenly. Then she dove into her trunk, rummaged around a bit, and came up triumphantly, holding something in her hands. "Here," she said, beaming, as she handed something over to her. "You have to keep your man happy, Emma! They like things like this. I've not worn it, seeing as I do not have a boyfriend…so you may have it!"

Emma stared at the things in her hand. It was underwear. Lacy, frilly black underwear. A bra with wires beneath the cups, and a pair of panties with practically no back to them.

"You can see my butt in this!" Emma complained.

"Yeah, well, only if you take your dress off," Jarinda said, as she gave her a wink. "I assume you weren't planning on doing that during the party?"

Emma stared at her, looking appalled. She did not want to wear that.

"Go on!" said Jarinda, in an excited voice. "The only one who will see it, has seen all of you already! And I guarantee you he will like it."

Emma was still disgusted, but did not see a way out. She shrugged. Maybe he would never find out, she thought. There was a good chance of that. Either nothing sexual would happen between them tonight, or he would undress her with his wand as he usually did. So she decided to go along with it and dressed.

Jarinda helped her get ready and went all out. She curled Emma's hair and did her make-up, and when she was done, she stared at her with satisfaction. "Wait until you see yourself in the mirror, Emma!" she exclaimed. "Tom won't be able to keep his eyes off of you! You'll be the hit of the evening!"

Emma got up and looked in the mirror. She was shocked at her reflection. She barely looked like herself anymore! She was indeed…stunning! She couldn't help but smile. Yes, she would be the prettiest girl at the party, without a doubt. It made her feel good, and some of her old confidence started flowing back into her body. He should be really pleased with her now, as she had followed his commands, and did, indeed, look 'nice'.

She giggled, as she thought about the fact that she was likely to receive a lot of attention. And not just from Tom Riddle…

As she left the common room that night at exactly 7, he was already waiting for her. As soon as he spotted her, he stared at her for a moment, with an almost hungry look on his face. But he recovered quickly, pulled her towards him and whispered, "Well, Emma! You took my instructions to heart, did you not? You do look…nice."

She gave him a vague smile, and replied, "I'm just trying to avoid more…punishments."

"Yeah, right…" he smirked, as he let his gaze rove over her body. He noticed her breasts appeared to be larger than usual, and the tight-fitting dress hugged her behind, but doing so without showing any panty lines.

He took her hand and walked down to the dungeons with her, but before they got to Slughorn's office, he dragged her into a crevice in the wall that was hidden by a tapestry. There, he hitched the skirt of her dress up to her waist, and checked out the pretty lace undies. He placed his hands on her almost-bare buttocks and pulled her towards him. "Nice underwear, Emma," he breathed into her ear. "I believe you are actually trying to… please me!"

Emma swallowed. She hadn't expected this so soon, at least, not before the party had even started. But she could already feel his erection pressing against her leg.

"We don't have much time," he whispered. "So let's make this quick…" He unzipped and freed his stiffened cock. "Go and put those pretty pink lips around me, Emma!"

She took a shaky breath and dutifully fell on her knees. She took him into her mouth and sucked. It didn't take very long, within moments, he was panting heavily. He grabbed the back of her head and started moving roughly in and out of her mouth. She choked, as he pushed himself deep inside her throat. Then he firmly held her head in place as he spilled his seed. She gagged and spluttered, but he didn't budge.

"Swallow, Emma," he commanded. "Swallow my seed…and then keep sucking. But gently!"

Tears were forming in her eyes as she continued to gag. He heard her swallow, but her cheeks were swelling up. She burst into a fit of coughs, and as she was regurgitating some of his sperm back over him, he finally let go of her. She immediately spat up over the floor and crumpled into a heap, retching and coughing.

"Damn it, Emma," he hissed. "You are ruining it!" He roughly picked her up off the floor. "Why can you not swallow it?"

Emma wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "It's…it's gross!" she exclaimed. She stared at him with an angry look in her eyes. "You try it!"

He glared at her. "Ugh…you are lucky we have to go, Emma," he told her. He whipped out his wand and cleaned up, as she straightened her clothes.

"I need some mouthwash," she said.

He gave her an angry stare, which was enough to silence her. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the hallway towards Slughorn's office.

Slughorn's office was shrouded in semi-darkness, and music was playing in the background. There was chatter all around Emma, and house elfs were walking around carrying platters with drinks and snacks. Emma grabbed the first drink she managed to get her hands on and downed it. Anything to get rid of the taste, she thought. The drink was burning her throat, but it actually felt good, as it seemed to burn the taste away. Tom gave her an irritated look.

"Tom m'boy!" came Slughorn's voice out of nowhere. "Emma! You look beautiful, Emma! How nice to see the two of you together. You make such a handsome couple!"

Tom grinned as he put his arm around Emma and pulled her towards him. "Yes…and thank you for your assistance with that, Professor!"

"Anytime, m'boy," Slughorn said. "Anything for my favorite student!"

Then Slughorn turned to Emma, who had been following the conversation with surprise etched on her face. He winked at her. "Well, Emma?" he said. "Was I right? Is he everything I told you he would be?"

Emma thought back to Slughorn's words that day after class. Hard working…yes. Unusually bright…yes. Reliable…no. Trustworthy…absolutely not. Loyal…no. Never causes anyone any problems…ahem! Couldn't get a better boyfriend…couldn't have done worse, more like it.

"Yes, absolutely, Professor!" she said with a bright smile, as she snuggled up to Tom. "You were so right…I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful boyfriend!"

Tom now gave her a satisfied look as Slughorn gave them a broad smile. "Wonderful, wonderful!" he said. "Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds to it, then. Do enjoy yourselves…eat, drink, have fun!"

The conversation with Slughorn gave Emma an idea. She decided she would be good. She was already the prettiest girl at the party, and she thought she could easily lay it on a little thicker, even. She would wow everyone…she would make Tom look good. So good, that people would be envious of him. That should put him in a good mood! And then, maybe, she could strike up some sort of deal.

And that's just what she did. She moved through the crowd with a most confident air, and a bright and irresistible smile. She flirted with the boys and men that were present, but always made sure they knew who she belonged to. She praised Tom heavily to anyone who would listen, and made sure to declare how much she 'loved' him. She told them she was wearing Slytherin colors, just so he would realize how important he was to her.

She played her part admirably well, and by the end of the evening most everyone was highly enamored by her, and many had congratulated Tom on having such an adorable girlfriend, who obviously held him in extremely high regard.

Emma had also noticed a Slytherin girl, who seemed to hang around Tom a lot. She was clearly flirting with him, and he seemed to be fine with that. He certainly didn't appear to do anything to discourage the girl. It actually made Emma feel good to see that, as it gave her hope. Hope that maybe someday soon, he would move on and pick a different girl as his companion…

When most people had left the party, Emma spotted Tom sitting in a comfortable chair by the fireplace. He looked relaxed, and seemed to be having a casual conversation with another Slytherin boy sitting nearby, while drinking something that resembled wine. There was a girl sitting on the other boy's lap.

Emma strolled over and gave Tom a kiss on his cheek. He grinned at her, spread his legs somewhat, and patted his knee as an invite for her to sit down, and so she did. The boy, who apparently was called Mulciber, clearly had had too much to drink and his speech slurred somewhat.

"Great catch, Riddle!" he exclaimed, as he gave Emma an admiring look. "She's gorgeous!"

"Of course," said Tom confidently. "Only the best…"

The girl sitting on Mulciber's lap gave Emma a scornful look, and diverted his attention away from Emma by kissing him full on the mouth. Mulciber seemed very much okay with that, and responded right away, apparently losing all interest in Tom and Emma.

Tom put an arm around Emma and pulled her towards him. "You seem to be enjoying yourself," he whispered in her ear.

She nodded, as she leaned against his chest. She didn't say anything for a little while as she was trying to pluck up her courage.

Then, finally, she spoke. Softly, so that no one else would hear. "You know…Tom," she said. "I have been good tonight, haven't I?"

He frowned slightly, then replied with a smirk, "Yes, Emma. You have been."

She gulped. "Okay, then," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. "Do you…do you think I may have earned a reward?"

He grinned broadly now and stared at her amusedly. "Ah," he said. "I thought there may be an…ulterior motive there somewhere. What do you want?"

She was breathing faster than normal now, as nerves were raging through her body. She blushed scarlet. "Could you…could you…please…not try to make me…swallow anymore?"

He had just taken a sip of his wine, and now spat half of it out as he burst into a fit of laughter. Emma just sat and waited for him to recover, holding her breath for his answer to her question. When he finally recovered somewhat, he stared at her with a highly amused look in his eyes, still chuckling.

"Emma," he began. "You are so amusing! You certainly know how to entertain me, sweetheart." He took another sip of his wine and leaned back into his chair, with his arm still around her shoulders. Emma kept staring at him.

"What?" he said, looking back at her.

"You haven't answered my question."

"You were actually being serious?"

"Yes!"

His eyes were twinkling as he stared at her. Then he took another sip. "Think again, Emma," he said resolutely, as he put his empty glass down on a nearby table.

"But…but…" Emma sputtered.

He held up his hand. "Enough," he said. "It is time for us to go. Come."

She reluctantly got up. She was highly disappointed. She didn't think she was asking for that much, and she really had done her best, tonight. So he was just going to completely disregard her request?"

"Wait for me a moment," he said, as he walked off to the other side of the room.

Emma's gaze followed him, and she noticed he went to see the Slytherin girl that had been flirting with him earlier. He spoke with the girl for a little while, then came back to her.

"Come, Emma," he said, as he took her hand and led her out of the room.

Once outside, he pulled her back into the crevice behind the tapestry, and lit his wand. He took something out of his pocket. It was a vial.

"Do you know what this is, Emma?" he whispered.

She shook her head.

He opened the vial. "Here, smell it."

Emma sniffed the vial. "It's the Awareness Potion!" she said.

"Very Good, Emma," he said, as he downed it with a gulp.

She stared at him again. What was he planning on now?

He grinned at her. "You have taken it before, Emma. Do you remember what it felt like?"

She nodded. "Yes…I felt aware of everything and everyone around me."

"Yes. You knew where I was," he said. "Exactly. To the millimeter, didn't you?"

She nodded.

"And you knew what I was doing. And where I was looking, right?"

She nodded again.

He smirked. "Right. Make sure you remember that, Emma! Keep it in mind," he said mysteriously.

He took his wand out, and cast a spell on her head. She felt like he had smashed an egg on it, as cold trickles were running down her body. She looked highly confused.

"I just cast a disillusionment spell on you, Emma," he said. "No one will see you now. But I can sense you. I know where you are. Now…"

He paused for a moment, before he continued again.

"You are coming with me to Slytherin House. Stay close to me, I do not want anyone to know you are there. Do not talk. At all. Just do as I tell you. Do you understand that?"

"Y…yes," she gulped.

He looked in her direction for another moment, then he said, "Let's go."

He guided her through the Slytherin Common Room towards the stairs leading down to the dormitories. He nodded to Mulciber and his girl, who were making out on the couch. Instead of going to the dormitories on the right though, he went left into a separate hallway. Once in there, he muttered something under his breath, and a door appeared in the wall. He opened the door and indicated for her to get in. "This is the Head Boy room," he said, at Emma's amazed expression. "It gets moved to whatever House the current Head Boy is in. It's soundproof, you can hear any noises going on outside, but no one can hear what goes on inside. It's perfect!"

The room was not huge, but nice. There was a bed, a desk and a cabinet. There was another door, too, presumably leading to a private bathroom. Everything was decorated in Slytherin colors.

Then he cast a levitation charm on her, and she felt herself floating to the ceiling.

He lay down on his bed, staring at the spot she had floated up to and sniggered. "Once you get used to the charm, you will find you can move about a little. You do not have to remain all the way up there! In fact, I want you further down. Closer to me."

Emma got used to the charm quickly, and then slowly floated herself downwards.

"Better," he said, as he checked his watch. "Now, listen carefully. Something is going to happen in a moment, and I want you to watch. I want you to watch very carefully. Do not make a noise, and make sure you are not 'detected'. But get as close as you can. You should be able to get real close, as you can hover above me. Remember, I know where you are and where you are looking. You need to pay attention. If you do not, or if you show no interest at all, you will be very unhappy later on. Let that be a warning! Now, nod if you understood all that.

She nodded, but was extremely confused. She had no idea what was going to happen, and she was not sure she wanted to know…"

At first, nothing did happen, and she was just floating aimlessly in the space around his bed. Then she heard a noise coming from outside the room, and a soft voice whisper his name. He grinned, got up, walked over to the door and opened it.

"Come in, Cyndi," he whispered, and the next moment, the girl from the party entered. He closed the door behind her, put an arm around her and took her to his bed.

Emma stared at them open-mouthed. He wanted her to watch him with another girl?

It soon became clear that that was exactly what he wanted. He kissed the girl briefly, then instructed her to unzip him. "Do what you are good at, Cyndi," he told her.

Within no time, she had him unzipped and in her mouth. She happily sucked, licked and stroked him, with apparent ease and skill. To Emma, it looked like she had been doing this kind of thing for years! She seemed to know exactly where to touch and how, to give him the greatest pleasure. He groaned. "Ahhhh, you sure are good at this, Cyndi," he said, briefly flitting his eyes up to where Emma was watching it all with a mixture of disgust and interest.

Cyndi giggled. "Yeah," she said. "I bet I am better then that prissy girlfriend of yours!"

He narrowed his eyes. "Yes, well," he said. "She doesn't have quite the…experience, that you have. Now, get on with it, slut!"

Cyndi fell quiet, and continued doing what she did. Shortly after, he tensed up and groaned, and Emma saw the girl slow down. But she didn't stop. She kept sucking, and Emma saw her make some obvious swallowing motions. She kept licking and sucking him until she had cleaned him off completely. Then she swallowed again and beamed at him.

"How was that, Tom?" she inquired.

"Wonderful," he answered, and she seemed to glow with pride after that. He leaned over her and said, in a clear voice, "Well, Cyndi, tell me. How did that taste?"

"Great!" Cyndi replied. "I loved it! You're the best, Tom. Nobody tastes better than you do!"

He chuckled. "Of course," he said. "Now, we are done, so get out."

Her face fell. "But…but Tom…can't we cuddle a little first? You…you barely even kissed me!"

"I do not cuddle," he said. "Besides, I cannot have anyone finding out that you are here, or they could tell Emma. And I can't have that now, can I? The quicker you are gone, the less risk. So…go, slut! Cuddle up with someone else."

The girl looked highly affronted, but she left anyway. As soon as she was gone and her footsteps were no longer audible, he lazily pointed his wand at Emma who crashed onto the bed. He chuckled, and indicated for her to follow him. He guided her out of his room and through the common room, then cast a disillusionment charm on himself too and walked her up to Ravenclaw tower. Once there, he took the charm off of her and she became visible again.

"Tomorrow, you may show me what you learned from that," he told her, as he promptly turned around and left.

As he was walking back to the dungeons, he was chuckling at the audacity of her request. Interesting, he thought, that after everything he had done to her, she was still trying to exert some kind of control over him. The silly girl didn't seem to realize that that only made him more determined to prove to her how erroneous she was in assuming she could somehow manipulate him into giving in to her demands.

He smirked. She was going to swallow, he promised himself. By the end of the day tomorrow, at the latest.

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Emma was really upset when she entered Ravenclaw tower. She had a lump in her throat and there were tears in her eyes. How could he possibly be so nasty to her? She had been so good! She had done everything in her power to make him feel good. And he wouldn't even grant her a small favor like that? Clearly there were other girls who could see to his 'needs' in that department. Why would he specifically want her? And why could he not be just a little bit nice, for once? She dropped onto her bed and sobbed herself to sleep.