It was Christmas holidays, and Elodie kept wishing her parents would cancel their cruise and let her come home. However, come Christmas Day, her present arrived; a shell necklace from the Bahamas.
Nearly her entire house had gone home for the holiday. It was only her, Tom and a few first years sitting at the Slytherin Table for the feast, and Elodie found it heart wrenching when he still refused to look at her.

Edward and his Gryffindor friends had also gone home, and she felt utterly alone as she watched countless numbers of friends celebrate the joyous occasion with laughter, and sometimes a drunken song here and there.

Even in the dark Slytherin Common Room, she could still hear them all hooting and dancing. She hugged her knees close to her chest, staring into the green fire as it roared within its confides, almost begging to be set free on anything flammable.

A soft 'whoosh' echoed in her ear, and when she looked back, she once again gazed at an empty room. However, on the tiny, glass table in front of the couch, sat a note. Frowning, she picked it up, hesitating to open it. There were dangerous things at Hogwarts, and they could find anyone's weakness from any hidden place. With a sigh, she realized it didn't matter if something got her, and opened the small parchment.

Come to me, kitten. I miss you.

Her heart skipped a beat and a genuine smile spread across her lips. Her Tom wanted to see her! And he had missed her!
She nearly tripped over her feet as she scrambled off the couch, looking in the mirror suddenly and stopping. She looked horrible. In a bulky old sweater her grandmother had knitted her, and one of her thick, knee-length skirts. Beneath the sweater was a white tank-top, one which she dare not wear in public. It was far to revealing. But this was for her Tom. In an instant, she chucked the sweater off and made her way down the hall, stopping at the door that divided her and Tom. Did he want her to knock? Or just enter? What if she had just imagined the note, and he really did not want to see her?

"Marvolo," she whispered, remembering the password as if it were her own name. The locks began to clatter and clank loudly, and the door opened ever so slightly, a shade of soft light slipping out.

After waiting nearly a minute, she gently pushed open the door, sliding inside, "T-Tom?"
The room was empty, from what she saw. Everything was much more of a mess then it had been before. There were clothes lying on the floor, books flung across the room, and papers nearly flooding over his desk. Curiosity finally got the better of her, and she walked over to his desk, shuffling through the papers. There were many Latin inscriptions, some with Tom's neat handwriting beside it, others lacking. The book she had taken from Slughorn nearly two months ago looked more worn then it had. She ran her finger along the cover, then opened the book to the page that had been folded over and frowned, her eyes skimming the text.

... The purpose of a Horcrux is to protect the given bit of soul from anything that might happen to the body of the person to whom the soul belongs. While the Horcrux is kept safe, the person will continue to exist even if his or her body is damaged or destroyed.

Elodie's eyes widened as she noticed the small check-marks beside the Steps to Completing Your First Horcrux and her jaw dropped; had he done this?

"Naughty little kitten," Tom chided, slamming the door behind him and locking it, causing her to jump, "Has she been reading things she shouldn't?"
Elodie whipped around, taking in Tom's appearance for the first time up close. His eyes had small bags under them, and looked extremely tired. His skin was much paler then she remembered, and his shoulders sagged ever so slightly.
"Tom..." she gasped, her eyes traveling over him several times, "D-Did you do this... The Horcrux?"
"Hello to you too, kitten," he purred, sauntering towards her, not stopping until he had her backed up against the desk, his body pressed up to hers, "Did you miss me?"
"Tom, please," she grunted, trying to push his hands off as they wandered up to her chest, "D-D-Did you make one?"
"I have a Christmas present for you," he laughed, releasing her and planting a kiss on her cheek, "Do you want it now?"

He swept across the room, pulling a tiny box out of his dresser, "I'm sure you'll like it, kitten."
Did he not remember he had pushed her away for the past two months? Ignored her? Hurt her?
"Tom?" she whispered, "What are you doing?"

"It took me all of the two months, but I did it," he stated, thrusting the box into her hand, "It was very difficult, but I quite like it. I'm sure you will too."
She pulled the box open, her jaw dropping when her eyes spied a small, gold ring. There were no inscriptions, no precious stones, nothing. It was simple, but it was lovely.

"Do you like it?" he pressed, taking it out of the box and slipping it on her finger. Her stomach squirmed and she grinned, "Oh... Tom... I... This still d-doesn't explain why you didn't want to see me! Did I do something wrong?"
"You did everything perfect, kitten," he cooed, tossing the empty both onto his desk and hoisting her up, "I needed time to make the ring for you..."

"But-"

"If we were still around each other, I think I would have focused more on you," he stated, dropping her crudely on his bed and grinning, "But now I can have you all to myself again."
She propped herself up on her elbows, raising an eyebrow as he kneeled in front of her on the floor, removing her shoes with utter slowness.

"Tom..." she murmured, inhaling sharply as his lips gently touched her ankle, slowly kissing up her leg. She bit her lip and tenderly pushed him away, crawling further onto the bed and gazing into his eyes. Lust more then anything clouded over them, and within a second, he had hopped up on the bed, slowly making his way toward her. She gulped as he slid up her body, bringing his lips to her neck, and resting his arms on either side of her, keeping his weight off her body.

"Tom, I want to t-talk," she stammered, gasping as he bit down on her neck. He pulled away and stared at her, his eyes taunting her, "And I want to kiss you... Let's give me what I want first, then we'll talk."

She licked her lips and shut her eyes as he leaned down, his long fingers delicately running along her chin. His lips were cold, nothing like she had expected, and rough, forcing hers apart before she could comprehend what to do. She tried to remember what she had heard the girls in her dorm room gossiping about when they talked about kissing. However, her mind was completely blank, and all she could do was move her tongue against his as it explored her mouth. Timidly, she brushed her finger tips against his hair, and to her shock, his hand grabbed hers and forced her fingers farther up, weaving them between dark locks.
He pulled away finally, both panting, and he pulled her hands away from his hair, then sat up and put them at the buttons of his shirt. He cocked an eyebrow, and she assumed he wanted her to undo the white buttons, so she complied, sitting up and undoing each with shaky fingers. He pushed it off as she undid the last button, then threw it aside, his hips pressing firmly into hers, "Your turn."

Her eyes widened and she wiggled awkwardly beneath him, sitting up on her elbows. His hands slid beneath her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. His hand were freezing, like his lips, and she repressed a shudder.

Her cheeks coloured as his eyes stole away her innocence, sweeping across her body with delight. He roughly undid the clasp of her brassiere and stifled her protests with his mouth, tossing the undergarment away and running his hands over her bare skin, causing her to squeal as he cupped her bare breasts.

No. She wouldn't. Her mind kept reminding her of what he had gone to her for the past two months, and she shoved him away, marveling at her strength.
"Tom... You can't just do this... We..."
"Shh, kitten," he purred, his lips running down her jaw, then her neck, then her chest, his teeth grazing her here and there.
Her hands lay limp at her side, not quite sure what she should be doing with them. In an instant, Tom had ripped the wooly skirt down to her ankles, and she gingerly pushed it off, the piece of clothing landing on the floor in a heap. Elodie shut her eyes, embarrassed with herself, and only when she reopened them did she see Tom and removed the rest of their clothing.

"I... I haven't... done...." she stammered, her hands suddenly trying to cover herself up the best she could. Tom grinned and said nothing, grasping her wrists and placing them up beside her head, tsking her, "Doesn't mean you need to be covered up."
He pressed himself against her, and she let out a startled gasp; he was very hard, something she had not expected, causing his grin to widen. His hand ran down her body, stopping finally between her thighs, dipping a finger inside, "My, eager, are we?"

"Tom," she whimpered, her eyes widening as he pressed further into her, his thumb rubbing over a sensitive spot. Waves of pleasure rolled up through her stomach, and she moaned softly. Tom gently placed a kiss on her lips, "This may hurt, kitten."

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Tom positioned himself over her, then plunged into her, ripping a loud cry from her lips. Oh, Gods, it was Heaven. She was so incredibly tight he nearly lost everything right then and there.

Pleasure for pain, Tom, pleasure for pain.

He glanced down at Elodie and noticed tears had rolled down her flushed cheeks, her eyes wide and her breathing uneven. She looked positively delicious.
He ran his tongue along her neck, almost tasting the fear and discomfort, causing his muscles to twitch with pleasure.

"You ok, kitten?" he grunted, feeling her nether muscles stretch to accommodate him. He smirked and tried to send her to most caring look he could muster, and she nodded. Her hands were in fists beside her head, and her mouth opened and closed several times, as if she was trying to get something out. Tom waited, then pulled out a little, only to embed himself deeper in her this time, another squeak of pain escaping her lips.

It was intoxicating, her helpless state.

With a slight growl, he began moving, his pace quickening with the passing moments. She whimpered weakly and her hands drifted up to his head, curling in his hair and yanking whenever he ground his hips over her clit.

Who has control, Tom, who has control?


He frowned and grabbing her wrists tightly, pushing them back down to the bed and holding them there, his breathing quickening. Elodie moaned his name softly, and he slammed his lips into hers, plundering her mouth greedily. The whole experience was better then he had expected; she was just so submissive.

It was her first time, perhaps she would get better in the future. But, he needed to enjoy everything now, since he knew he wouldn't be able to do this for a long, long time.

"Tom!" she moaned, breaking away and biting her lower lip. She was close. He reached down and began to play with the sensitive bud between her legs, and as his mouth closed around a nipple, she moaned loudly, her back arching off the bed. He smiled, then bit down, thrusting into her much more roughly then before. She gasped and he felt all her muscles tighten and her body shudder beneath him. Now that that was out of the way, Tom took her harshly, pounding into her as she tried to recover from her climax. His fingers dug cruelly into her wrists as he reached his peak, spilling himself completely into her. His arms gave way, and he collapsed onto her body, content.

The ring, Tom, the ring.


Ah yes, she was wearing it. A little bit of him, it seemed, was going to be with her forever. She was going to keep him alive, if all else failed. And if she continued to be this submissive in bed, he would just have to keep her, for his own pleasurable uses.

"Tom?" she whispered, stroking his head affectionately, "This ring... Is it-"
"A promise ring, kitten," he mumbled into her chest, the lie rolling off his tongue easily, "I told you this Christmas would be one to remember. Do you accept me, kitten?"

Before she could answer, he had maneuvered them around so they were both under the covers of his small bed. She shifted beside him, then placed her head on his shoulder, her hands trailing up and down his chest.

It felt so good...

He closed his eyes, enjoying her touch. She sighed happily and reached for her wand, her finger tips leaving his skin. He grumbled in protest and flinched when she muttered a cleaning spell over the pair of them. It was more comfortable that way, and he pulled her back against him, snatching up her hand and placing it on her chest, silently demanding she continue. Elodie giggled and ran the tips of her nails along his skin, causing him to shiver in delight.

"Kitten," he mumbled, his eyes closing happily, "I know we've been apart for a long time... But it needs to happen again."
The delicate shapes drawn against his skin stopped, and he growled, opening his eyes to glare at her. She pushed herself up on her elbow, "What do you mean it needs to happen again?"
"I worked hard, but not hard enough," he ground, irritated that she had stopped, "And I need time to work more things out. What, is there a problem with that?"

He shut his eyes once more, and to his surprise, Elodie rolled out of the bed, then scrambled around the room, pulling on her skirt and sweater. He frowned and sat up, "Where are you going?"
"I d-don't believe you, Tom Riddle!" she snarled, her voice slightly high-pitched, "All this time I couldn't wait to be back with you... And now, what? You p-push me away again! No! I'm not doing it again."

It was a nice little rant, and she had only stuttered twice. Not bad. But why was she leaving? He had not expected this.

"Elodie," he growled, rolling his eyes, "Come back to bed."
"No," she shrieked, pointing her wand at the door and unlocking it, then storming out, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Stupid boy, Tom, stupid boy.

"Why?!" he demanded, glaring up at his head.

Need her, Tom, need her.

"I most certainly do not."

Smart girl, Tom, smart girl.


Yes... well...

Good for pleasure, Tom, good for pleasure.


That too.

Need her, Tom, NEED HER!

The voice nearly caused his head to explode, and he hurried out of bed, pulling on his pants and rushing out after her. He caught sight of her scurrying up the staircase to the girls dormitory, and he picked up his speed, stopping at the bottom. By the time he had arrived, she was completely out of sight. He groaned, "Elodie!"

Silence.

"Elodie, come back!"

"Go away, Tom." Her voice shook, and he heard a door slam. Gritting his teeth, he took three steps up the stairs, then to his horror, they turned into a ramp, and he tumbled back down.
"Stupid boy," the portrait of Salazar Slytherin commented from above the fireplace, "No boys in the girls room. Go back to bed."
He snarled at the painting and stalked back to his room. He began to worry if she would come back to him or not. He still needed her. At least half of his plan had been completed.