A/N: Don't own, don't sue!
Full Summary: A new girl at Hogwarts gets under Tom Riddle's skin.
Pairings: Tom Riddle/OC
Rating: M
Lyrics at the beginning are from 'Beautiful Monster' by Ne-Yo
Control
All my life, and the hereafter
I've never seen someone like you
You're a knife, sharp and deadly
And it's me, that you cut into
But I don't mind, in fact I like it
Though I'm terrified, I'm turned on but scared of you
She's a monster, beautiful monster, beautiful monster
But I don't mind
And I need her, said I need her
Beautiful monster, but I don't mind
Said I don't mind I don't I don't mind
No I don't mind
In her eyes is love and fire
And my heart, she's burnin' through
But I don't mind, in fact I like it
Though I'm terrified
I'm turned on but scared of you
She's a monster, beautiful monster, beautiful monster, but I don't mind
And I need her and I need her, said I need her, said I need her, beautiful monster
But I don't mind
I don't mind I don't I don't mind
No I don't mind
Playin' with my heart and she's playin' with my mind
And I don't mind
"Show me more." Tom demanded, his eyes ablaze with the magic they'd conjured together.
She rolled over onto her front and smirked at him in amusement. Her chin was cushioned on her arms and her hair spilled over her bare shoulders. He wasn't looking at her, he was looking deep into the fire.
"You always want more, my lord." She drawled mockingly.
He looked up at her, the fire illuminating his face from below. His eyes roved over her naked body hungrily. When his gaze touched her face again she was watching him smugly. She used one finger to draw symbols in the coloured sand she'd brought. She whispered into her hands and then blew gently. The sand erupted into a whirlpool of colour and then vanished.
"These magics aren't to be taken lightly." She said casually, grabbing a handful of sand. "Each time you call the power, it takes something from you."
She rolled over onto her back, scattering the sand over her body. This time she only mouthed the words and Tom felt the now familiar power surging lazily around them, rippling against their exposed flesh. The sand rose from her and twisted and turned, eventually forming into a humanoid figure. The figure reached out and began to caress her, its sandy fingers stroking over her naked flesh. She sighed and wriggled pleasantly under its ministrations. Eventually she murmured a word and the sand collapsed into a coloured pile on her navel. Tom prowled over to her, brushing the sand away with one impatient hand.
"Give me a quill." She instructed, remaining exactly where she was so he could see the way the golden firelight illuminated her pale body.
He created a quill for her, the long feather almost as golden as her hair. She smiled indulgently and sat up.
"Lie down."
He lowered himself onto his front, watching as she settled onto her knees besides him. She ran the quill slowly over his bare shoulders and back, the feathered tip excruciatingly pleasurable. He stirred a little and she laughed her throaty laugh.
"Some magic is as simple as a written word." She whispered, pressing her lips against the sensitive area she'd been stroking.
She leaned down and wrote a few simple words in the language Tom was starting to understand. She'd written them where he couldn't see them, but he could feel the ink drying in the heat from the fire. Slowly the black words began to shimmer. Then ripple. They drifted over his skin, travelling over his body as if they had a life of their own. He felt them wherever they went, like a caress. They burnt with a cool fire. Sarah touched his arm and gently rolled him over.
"The words have life of their own, yet I control them, for they are my words."
The words were humming slightly now, a noise just audible over the crackling of the fire. Sarah straddled him. He wasn't ready yet though he was always aroused when they played with her power together. She leaned over him and her hair tumbled forwards in a curtain around them.
"I could tell those words to find your lungs." She breathed in his ear. "They would fill your lungs until you choked on their ink. And you'd never know what had happened."
He thought briefly that she might be threatening him, but he dismissed the idea. She wouldn't dare. Their eyes met and he saw the dark sizzling in them. She would dare. She moved slowly down his body, the words rushing to meet her mouth where she kissed his taut stomach. She stopped abruptly and handed him the quill. He raked her with his eyes, wondering where to put the words. He wrote the most powerful words he knew of the language on her chest, over her heart. She smiled in amusement. He had clearly chosen exactly the words she had expected him to. He lay back down, slightly unsettled to be so predictable.
"Try it." She purred enticingly.
Her words were trailing lazily around his belly button. He ordered his words to caress her throat. They sparked to life and whirled around her pretty white neck. She was smiling again. She took him in her mouth without him realising it at first. She licked him delicately, coaxing him into full life. He watched the way his words moved over her body while she worked.
After a while she pulled away. She crawled up his body until she was poised above him.
"I'll show you what my words can't do."
Her smile was almost demonic above him. He watched the way her eyes glowed as she ordered the words. When he looked back down they'd vanished. He would have questioned her but she was sinking down and suddenly he was deep inside her. She watched his words as they raced around her fingers stroking his navel. She whispered in that language and the words against his pale skin traced a path to where their bodies met and encountered places he never knew existed. He could feel them burning inside him, exploring secret forbidden places and sending lightening shocks of pleasure darting through him. He couldn't help trembling at the pleasure surging through him and Sarah's smile was pure malevolence above him.
Her head was thrown back, her dazzling eyes were closed and her golden hair shone like flame pouring down her back in the firelight. She had learnt that he was fascinated by her slender white throat and he eyed it hungrily now, the length of it bared and bathed golden. If he could have reached he would have grabbed it but she'd leaned back, arching her back until her hair brushed his legs.
He was trying valiantly to remain impassive, not to show her how affected he was. He could still feel her words caressing him inside. He had never met anyone like her. He'd taken his pleasure with girls before. It had been tame and perfunctory, relatively quick for him but he'd left his girls swooning and dizzy with desire afterwards. Every night with Sarah was a revelation and he found it harder and harder to remain detached.
Tom blinked. The fire had died down to a smoulder. The glowering trees were darker than ever around them. Tom sat up quickly. He'd fallen asleep. He had never fallen asleep afterwards before. He pushed his dark hair off his forehead irritably, searching for Sarah. He could hear all kinds of noises; the Forest was full of them, especially at night. He groped for his trousers and pulled them on quickly. He wrapped himself in his fur-lined cloak. Sarah's clothes were still in a discarded pile besides the fire. He felt a flicker of unease and he examined it curiously before quashing it. He finally found a set of footprints leading away from their clearing.
After an interminably long time he finally found her. She was in a smaller clearing bathed in moonlight. She was still completely naked but the frigid cold didn't seem to affect her at all. She was on her toes, her arms held up to the patch of sky above her. Her face was tilted up and almost sparkling in the light. He moved over to her silently, his charmed boots burning the snow beneath them to prevent any crunching.
He got close enough to smell her hair, to taste the burning heat of her body at the back of his tongue.
"I'm praying." She murmured without turning to him.
Her body was quivering but not from the cold, her breathing was ragged and her cheeks were flushed with passion.
"To whom?" He asked curiously, running his cold hands over her body.
She didn't move beneath his hands, apparently unaffected by the chill on his long fingers.
"It would be impossible to explain." She almost scoffed, her derision tangible between them. "It takes years."
Tom felt anger flare in his gut but he contained it. She dropped her arms finally and turned towards him.
"The sun will be up soon. We should return."
She seemed to realise that she was naked but she didn't cover herself like most girls would. Most girls would have hoped to gain his cloak too. He could tell that the notion hadn't even entered her head. It galled him that she understood him so well so soon. No one could ever get into his head, no one had even come as close as she did. He unclasped his cloak and swung it around her shoulders.
She drew it closer around her but didn't thank him. She looked down at her bare feet, her whispers swirling around him like a heated breeze. The snow seemed to rise up in tentacles, wrapping around her delicate feet in swirled ribbons until beautiful snow boots encased her feet to her knees. They were dazzlingly white and stunningly constructed. Exquisitely patterned with glittering tiny jewels. He felt jealousy gnawing at his insides but he kept his face as impassive as ever. She had made such wonderful boots out of the snow with nothing but her power. They were silent as they made their way back to the castle.
They parted ways at the edge of the Forest as they always did, so no one would see them together. He took a secret passageway back to the common room. He never knew how she got back into the castle, she was the slipperiest Slytherin he'd ever met and the thought thrilled through him. Being with Slytherins was like trying to train poisonous snakes. They could be willing and malleable one moment but in a second they would turn for no reason and bear their fangs. Sarah was something else. Something mysterious and deadly.