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𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 smoking those big ass cigars, hand on your waist. Kissing him to only taste the nicotine in his mouth

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 and you playing tennis behind the big house he owns from his family inheritance.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who owns a lot of cars in his front yard. Take one darlin', it’s yours as well.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who would always smile and cheer you on when you doll yourself up. You look absolutely stunning.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who loves to drive his newest car with you beside him. He loves showing off to you.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who gave you a teddy bear in a suit, his cologne stuck to the stuffed animal. You even named it "Teddy."

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 having his hand on your knee during dinner time.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who randomly wakes you up with breakfast in bed.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who definitely smokes while playing cards with his mates.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who plays “put your head on my shoulder” to slow dance with you

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who would have no problem showing you off.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who has polaroid photos of you in the shared room you two sleep in.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who does not play about his cars. They’re expensive as hell, he probably would bash a golf club to the bastard that fucks up his car.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who doesn’t spend too much. He knows his limits

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who does give off Lana Del Rey vibes.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 who could buy you any car you want. Any watch you want. He doesn’t mind matching with his principessa

T.R. || The girl who came from hell

Summary:Tom really thought he was above you, but that ends when you realize that you need to put him in his place. Warnings: Just a little toxic relationship.

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Tom's interest in you began in the fifth year at Hogwarts. You were almost like a reflection of him: Slytherin, studious and astute, determined to achieve her goals. The difference between you, however, was in the fact that you had the inheritance that mattered: your last name, power, contacts and money, all coming from your family without any effort.

The approach began during a task of Potions. Since then, they have started to walk together and share their plans. Tom, of course, knew that approaching you was advantageous for his ambitions, initially motivated by pure interest. Over time, the interests of both also became carnal, and soon you were a couple. But make no mistake, you were not naive, maybe you knew Tom better than anyone at Hogwarts and understood the meaning of all that, but you wouldn't mind as long as you had control over it.

His father, however, hated this union at the beginning. Tom didn't have the pure blood so valued by his family, he didn't have the money or an influential family. However, Tom's charm, combined with his ability to persuade, ended up changing the man's opinion. This gave Riddle a renewed confidence, leading him to be possessive with you, in an attempt to ensure that only he could enjoy the prestige and power that his relationship provided.

However, the fact that they are similar in everything, including this, was what made them get closer and fall in love, in the most toxic sense of the word. You thought he saw you as an equal, who respected you in the same way, but you were wrong, and came to discover it in a disgusting way.

You began to notice the way some girls looked at Riddle, and he, being a man, could barely disguise his interactions in his eyes even more attentive, who saw every look given by him to the body of another, every disappearance during the day. It wasn't frequent, but it was remarkable. And today, you expected to put him in his place finally, already possessed with the way you heard a girl bragging about him in the bathroom.

For you, it was fun to provoke him from time to time, flirt with another boy and make him angry with anger. But never, ever, have they gone from silly flirts. You believed that they should be loyal to each other, after all, they had much bigger plans and if they couldn't trust each other, none of that would make sense. Tom, on the other hand, thought he used you, that he had you in the palm of his hand. You were beautiful, and your family definitely helped you in many ways, but he never really took you seriously. Tom needed to think like that, he needed it because that way he would be someone.

And then, in that fateful afternoon, when, when passing through one of the empty classrooms looking for him, you saw, through the small slit of the door, the image of an ordinary student kneeling in front of Riddle, who in turn had her belt and pants open.

His eyes were not filled with tears, but with a deep hatred that was born there. You liked the possessiveness and it was definitely not like that with him, a strange and somewhat sickly relationship that you simply liked, it was almost like a cat and mouse hunt. But maybe I had to bring limits to this game now, maybe Tom didn't really know you as you imagined.

Your heels took you to the interior of the classroom, the shoes echoing on the stone floor, scaring the two present. The girl quickly moved away from Tom, who dressed calmly and waved for her to leave.

Tom's face remained neutral, without any blush or expression of regret.

- It's not the first time this has happened, is it? - His face had a sarcastic smile on his face, frighteningly quiet.

- No. - He replied simply, approaching you slowly, with his hands in his pockets. - I thought you didn't mind, honey. Aren't you the one who keeps flirting with other boys? - Tom smiled slightly, provoking a penetrating look coming from you.

- I've never had sex with any of them. - You paused, holding Tom's hand and pulling him out of the room on a slow walk. - But I'm curious, aren't you satisfied with me, Tommy? - A false sadness dyed your words as you stared at him in the hallway when you were stopped by him.

- Of course I am, dear. You shouldn't have seen that. I'm sorry. - Tom rolled his eyes internally, irritated by the amount of questions, but excellent at lying, saying what he thought you would like to hear to finally get rid of his visible and exaggerated drama.

- That's good, love. But spare me your empty excuses, Tommy, I don't like them lying to me. - Your body approached, still holding your boyfriend's hand and with a gentle smile, continuing your speech. - Just be careful that I don't get tired of you. You wouldn't want that.

His false kindness made Tom's face squirm in fury. He hated being threatened and would not accept being challenged in that way, especially coming from someone he believed to have full control.

- Come on, Tom. We know that you need me more than I need you. That's no secret to anyone, love. - You kissed him on the cheek, running your hands around his neck, watching as a spark of hatred appeared in your eyes.

Those who saw it from the outside could swear that you were swearing your love to each other, given the soft touches and false, but extremely convincing smiles, that you directed to him.

- I don't need to... - Tom started, but his voice interrupted him quickly.

- Yes, you need to. After all, what are you without me, Tommy? Nothing... - You digred. - You don't have the blood, you don't have the money, you don't have the power, nothing. You're nothing but me, dear. And it annoys me to have to say that, but I see that you still don't understand.

Tom felt a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within himself. He, who had always been proud of being undisturbed and cold, now found himself trapped in a network of feelings that he could not control. The wounded pride and anger mixed with a new and disconcerting feeling: insecurity. Never before had anyone challenged his authority and exposed his vulnerability in this way.

As his words echoed in his mind, he felt the control over the situation slip through his fingers. The certainty of his superiority seemed to fall apart, replaced by a painful realization of his dependence on you. He needed you more than he was willing to admit, and that consumed him from the inside out.

- Do you really think you can threaten me like this? - He murmured, his voice loaded with a contained poison as he squeezed one of his arms, taking you to the dark side of the hallway. - You think you know me so well, but you have no idea what I'm capable of doing.

- I'm not threatening you, Tommy. I'm just making it clear how much you need me. - Your voice came out with coldness and a still feigned kindness making him even more angry, his eyes fixed on his, challenging him to deny the truth.

Tom felt the anger boil, but at the same time, a part of him recognized the veracity in the words you said. He couldn't stand the idea of being seen as weak, but there, in front of you, his invulnerability mask was about to fall.

- You may be right. - He admitted with great reluctance, his lips contracting in a fine line. - But never forget, Y/N, that I also know how to play this game. And I don't intend to lose.

You smiled, a smile that mixed triumph and compassion.

- I never expected you to lose, love. I just want you to realize that this game is not just yours. And maybe, if you allow yourself, we can play together. - Your body is released from the grip, depositing a kiss on Tom's lips, feeling all the cold and anger that echoed from him. - Just don't forget that. - You add with a serious face, but soon forming a smile.

With these words, you turned around, leaving Tom alone in the hallway, wrapped in his own reflections and conflicts. He knew that, as much as he hated to admit it, you were the only one who could challenge and balance your world. And, deep down, maybe that's exactly what he needed.

Tom stood there for a moment, watching you move away with decisive steps. His gaze followed every movement of his body as he disappeared in the darkness of the corridor. The discussion had left a bitter taste in his mouth, a mixture of resentment and a strange intensity of desire.

He would never admit it out loud, but the way you challenged him, the way you messed with him, aroused something deep inside Tom. It was as if every confrontation, every exchange of words was a spark that lit the fire he tried to keep under control.

As he revived his words in his mind, Tom felt a mixture of frustration and a growing admiration for his cunning. You knew exactly how to press the right buttons, how to put it against the wall and make it question your own strength and control.

A sigh escaped from his lips as he ran his hand through his hair, trying to lighten the tumultuous thoughts. I couldn't deny that there was something magnetic in you, something that attracted and irritated you at the same time. But love, in the traditional sense, seemed like an unknown and unattainable territory for both. Their lives were dominated by ambitious goals, by the incessant search for power and control, which often shocked and drove them away.

Riddle saw the desire grow within him, not only for his body, but also for the sharp mind and the ambitious goals they shared. It was an attraction based on a kind of admiration, in the tacit understanding of each other's ambitions.

With a resigned sigh, Tom began to walk in the opposite direction to his. It was not the time to surrender to physical desire or to get lost in the traps of possessiveness. It was time to find a way that would take you away from the reins you controlled.

Maybe that moment served you in some way, Tom was starting to see her closer to his own pedestal. However, he wouldn't admit any of that out loud and much less mentally. At that moment he had two conflicting feelings: an absurd desire to get you out of the way or simply nestle in your body, a moment when only he had control, even if this control was consented by you.

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Dark Paradise | Theodore Nott

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03. Boy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?

– I didn't know you came here too. – Y/N glanced at the boy who had just arrived at the astronomy tower.

– Theo! – she turned quickly and gave a slight smile – Hi...

– Did something happen? – the boy approached the parapet and Y/N, taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pants pocket and offering her one.

– Well, yes. – Y/N took a cigarette, and Nott lit it for her – Thank you. – she smiled slightly, and after taking a drag, she continued – But I don't want to bother you with my problems.

The cigarette warmed their lungs amidst the snow and cold wind that blew against their faces. Y/N leaned her hips against the railing as she watched the darkness of the night cover the entire area of the magic school. Theodore still observed each of her expressions, even with the dim light.

– You would never bother me, Y/N. – Theodore spoke little but seemed to say so much at the same time.

– Well, I received a letter from home, and it said that Draco and I should stay together more and prepare for a big event soon. – Y/N took a deep breath and caught Nott's green eyes again – You will probably receive something like that soon too, my father mentioned your family in the letter.

– Actually, I already received it. – Theo exhaled smoke – And I imagine your father also instructed you not to tell anyone, right?

– I already broke the only rule I had. – Y/N laughed, and consequently, Theo did too, crossing his arms in an attempt to warm up more – But I won't tell Draco now, he gets completely tense just by receiving a letter from home. I thought of letting him enjoy the ball first. Do you think that's a bad idea? – Theodore looked her in the eyes, a little surprised that she was indirectly asking him for advice. Until a few days ago, they hardly talked.

– It's not bad. – Y/N began to tremble slightly from staring into Nott's eyes for so long. During those seconds, she traveled across his face and got paralyzed by his eyes again; they seemed to draw all her attention all the time – But you should enjoy it too, you don't have to carry this alone. – His voice pulled her back to reality, and Y/N realized they had been staring at each other like that for a long time.

– Of course, you're right. – She took a final drag of the cigarette and crushed it with the sole of her shoe. She seemed a little nervous now, crossing her arms and turning towards the castle and deciding to change the subject. She wanted to leave out of embarrassment, but something kept her there – Do you come here often? I mean, to smoke or something?

– Not always, just... – Theodore adjusted himself like her, also feeling the tension in the conversation – Just when I want to be alone... – Y/N let him finish.

– Alone with someone? – she raised her eyebrows in insinuation; somehow, that question bothered her a bit.

– What? – he asked, confused.

– Sorry, it's just that Draco said he usually brings girls here, I thought it was common among Slytherins. – Theodore seemed slightly irritated by her judgment.

– Why? Did Pucey use to bring you here? – Theodore had a more serious look than usual as he threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it. Y/N looked at him indignantly at his audacity to mention their housemate.

– What's with you? – Y/N stepped away from the railing and faced him. But before he could respond, someone appeared.

– Theo, punctual as always! – Laila, a girl from Hufflepuff, stepped outside the tower and took a few steps. The girl had shoulder-length hair with some curls falling on them. She was far from ugly, but she was extremely cheerful for Y/N's taste – Am I interrupting something?

– No! – both responded in unison – Well, it seems I wasn't wrong after all. – Y/N murmured so only Theodore could hear and then turned to leave. The girl watched Y/N with curiosity and then turned to Theodore.

Y/N had a closed face as she crossed the common room heading towards her dormitory. She entered abruptly, slamming the door, grabbing some clothes from the wardrobe, and heading for the shower. Daphne and Pansy exchanged slightly wide-eyed glances; Y/N didn't even notice they were there, just getting lost in her own thoughts. But thanks to the long shower, she was able to relax and come back to herself. Y/N left the bathroom with two pairs of eyes directed at her in curiosity.

– Y/N? – Pansy called.

– Yes? – Y/N responded without taking her eyes off the mirror while spreading some cream on her face.

– Are you okay? – Daphne continued – You came in like a hurricane and now seem completely normal.

– Well, I was just tense, but I'm better now. – She turned to her friends with a smile – Shall we go to dinner?

The two friends looked at each other strangely but decided not to insist. However, the atmosphere at dinner was somewhat strange; Y/N and Theodore were completely aloof from the conversation, and every time their eyes met, jaws tightened, and eyes narrowed slightly. Pansy and Mattheo were certainly the most observant, things never seemed to escape their notice.

– What do you think is going on? – Mattheo whispered to Pansy, hoping no one else would hear.

– Y/N hasn't told us anything yet. And Theo? – Pansy asked, biting back her curiosity.

– Nothing yet. – He took a deep breath and returned to talking with Draco and Blaise, but Pansy still kept her attention on both.

[...]

Y/N resumed talking to Nott normally in the following days, at least, it seemed that way. Theodore was confused but thought it best not to try to change it. What had happened, in reality, was that Y/N had thought about it, and she wasn't naive; Theodore had never cared so much about her until that moment. And generally, when a boy cares too much, it means something. After all, even Y/N's own brother didn't care as much.

Mattheo and Pansy came up with theories, but nothing seemed to come close to reality. Now, on the day of the ball, the boys waited for their dates in their respective common rooms. In Y/N's dormitory, Daphne and Pansy's room was chaotic. They were as impeccable as always, but the room was definitely not the same as it had been at the beginning of the night.

Y/N wore a long satin dress with a slit showing her right leg. The fabric was well-structured on the torso, the straight neckline revealing nothing more than necessary, and the sleeves fell off the shoulders. Its color was the most impressive, a shimmering gold, with a delicate necklace adorned with diamonds decorating her neck and a bracelet of the same design on her wrist. Her hair fell on her shoulders in soft waves, in a half-up hairstyle.

– You look so beautiful. – Y/N said, hugging her friends one last time before leaving – Please, behave tonight! – she warned.

– Okay, mom. – Daphne ironized, and they all laughed.

They descended the stairs while laughing at an inside joke they had, and Theodore's eyes lifted to see Y/N coming down the stairs. It seemed silly, everything went into slow motion for a moment, but he quickly returned to reality as she approached.

– You look beautiful, Y/N.

– Thank you, Theo. – she smiled, and he felt relieved that she called him by his nickname again – You also look very handsome. Shall we?

They linked arms and left in the company of Pansy and Blaise, who were going together. As they entered the Great Hall, they positioned themselves to create a corridor for the Triwizard Tournament participants to pass through. On the other side of the corridor, Weasley was looking at Y/N; she hadn't even noticed his presence, but Theodore had. He stared at the boy for a few seconds and let out a derisive nasal laugh.

– Oh, Merlin! – Pansy exclaimed from the other side of Theodore. The attention of the four friends turned to Daphne walking arm-in-arm with Cedric Diggory.

– So that was the mysterious date. – Y/N responded, smiling in shock.

Some time later, the pairs were guided to the slow dance floor. Y/N felt light electric shocks as Theodore held her waist and touched her hand; their faces had never been so close, their eyes always focused on each other. Y/N couldn’t help but glance at Nott’s mouth now and then, which didn’t go unnoticed by him, who was also doing the same.

– I wanted to apologize for that night at the tower. I was too nosy, sorry. – And then he is forced out of his daydreams about her.

– I should be the one apologizing, Y/N. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. – The fact that he spoke without taking his eyes off hers made Y/N’s chest catch fire. She swallowed hard as she felt her breath falter for a moment.

And then the music stopped, forcing them to sit at a table. During the conversation with the other friends present, the tension between them was noticeable. Theodore was close to Y/N; she could feel his arm on the back of her chair, lightly stroking her left shoulder, which tingled under his warm hand.

His scent invaded her body without asking permission; Y/N didn’t know if it was the effect of the FireWhisky Draco had poured into everyone’s glasses while the teachers weren’t looking, but she was starting to feel her body heat up.

She avoided looking to the side because whenever she did, he was admiring her with those deeply beautiful eyes, making Y/N more unsettled. She called Pansy to dance now that the music was more upbeat. Y/N thought it would be a great escape, but it proved a terrible idea when Pansy spilled the reddish liquid from her glass all over the front of Y/N’s dress.

Theodore looked shocked at Y/N, who quickly walked ahead while Pansy seemed to beg to help her, and then the situation became clearer.

– Let me try to clean it, come on. – Pansy said one last time as they approached the table.

– I think you’ve done enough, Pansy. It’s fine! – Y/N didn’t seem overly angry; the situation was useful to get away from Theodore and think without the influence of hormones. – Well, the party is over for me. I’m going to change. You should stay, Theodore. Laila was looking for you. – the last part she said a bit more irritated.

– No, I’m going with you. – He promptly got up and followed Y/N through the corridors.

The walk was silent; the tension was palpable at that moment, but it was ignored as much as possible. They headed to Y/N’s dormitory; after all, she wouldn’t be able to open the dress alone.

– Here. – She said, opening one of the doors in the corridor. Theodore was overwhelmed by the sweet smell of perfume and the mess of clothes, shoes, makeup, and other things scattered around. – Do you mind unzipping it, please? – Both hesitated for a moment, but he soon did it.

A few times, their skin touched as the zipper was opened, causing both to let out a heavy breath. Y/N held the front of the dress while grabbing a black pajama from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

Theodore just waited while his eyes wandered around Y/N’s bed; his breath stopped for a few seconds when he noticed a black lace bra thrown over other clothes. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen that piece before, but it was different now; he felt guilty for trying to imagine how that piece looked on Y/N’s body.

– Everything okay? – the girl’s voice caught Nott’s attention, making him turn to her again. He quickly scanned her body with his eyes but then focused again.

– Yes.

– Don’t you want to go back to the party? – She approached the mirror and removed her accessories. – Laila asked about you while we were dancing.

– I don’t want to go back, Y/N. – Y/N chuckled lightly and felt relieved to know.

– That’s good. – Y/N let slip.

– That’s good? – Theodore smiled smugly. Y/N turned to him, a little nervous about the situation.

– Yes, I actually like your company. – She smiled, which only widened the boy’s smile even more.

– Oh, you like it? – Nott stepped a bit closer, and the tension grew heavier. Their eyes were back on each other’s lips again. Y/N didn’t know why, but she decided to let him get closer. She slightly raised her chin to reach him, and Theodore brought his hand to her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her shoulder.

The proximity allowed them to feel each other’s breath. Theodore seemed mesmerized by Y/N’s face as if she was silently calling him, and she was. He brought his warm hand back to her face and used his thumb to gently caress her lower lip, soft and reddened by the little makeup she wore. And then, in a quick move, Y/N decided to end all the torture and closed the small gap between them. They felt as if their mouths fit perfectly with each other.

The kiss was delicate, almost passionate, but quickly became more desperate. The girl’s hands tangled in the taller boy’s hair, who, in turn, lowered his hands to her waist, pulling her as close as he could. Y/N was gradually pushed towards the dresser behind her. Feeling the furniture hit her body, Theodore promptly picked her up, sitting her on top of the piece of furniture. Perfume bottles, makeup, and other objects fell to the floor with the impact of their bodies hitting the small table.

Words didn’t need to be said; their actions spoke for themselves. Y/N pushed the jacket off his shoulders and then clumsily tried to unbutton his shirt. Theo moved his open-mouth kisses to the girl’s neck, who sighed at the contact of his mouth on her skin; his hands traveled under Y/N’s pajama top, gripping her waist more firmly. Theodore was intoxicated by her and had no intention of stopping, and it could be said that Y/N felt the same way.

– Theo… – Y/N murmured, and he just smiled against her skin. She stopped her movements on his shirt, trying to push him away. – Theodore! – She said louder, making him pull away from her body.

– Everything okay? – he asked, confused, while receiving a look from Y/N pointing to the door. – Shit. – he looked away from his friends, and Y/N quickly got down from where she was, straightening her clothes.

It was Pansy and Blaise beside her, both with mischievous smiles and jaws dropped. Apparently, her friend had forgotten that Y/N had returned to the room and intended to use it with her companion.

– Looks like we weren’t the only ones with that idea. – Blaise said with a mischievous smile while Pansy was still in shock.

– I knew something was going on. – Pansy was euphoric. – Merlin, when Mattheo finds out, he’ll die. – She remembered to tell her gossip partner and amused herself imagining his reaction.

Y/N and Theodore wondered how they were so naive to start that in such an obvious place. Well, but at the moment, it didn’t seem like a bad idea; they would just have to deal with the consequences now, and that would be the hardest part.

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Best friends - Theodore Nott

summary: Theo and you are friends but at a party the atmosphere shifts

note/warning: some sexual tension and touching but that's it

Theo and you were friends for years. You two would always be around each other. Physical contact wasn't unusual for the two of you. Whether it was Theo's arm around your shoulder or you brushing your hand through his hair. Your friends always teased you about it telling you there has to be something going on. "He has a thing for you! You are the only one he is this soft with". They would tell you over and over again but you always brushed them of. They just don't understand your friendship with the Slytherin boy. The very attractive Slytherin boy. You weren't blind. You saw the looks the girls gave him and the eye roll you'd receive from them when you were latched on his arm. And who could blame them? Theo has grown a lot over the years. He is now towering over you. His brown curls look so soft making you want to run your hand through them all the time. His face got slimmer and his jawline more prominent. His blue eyes would hold yours with an intensity you had to look away. Theo was the definition of handsome.

You were at a party in the common room and sitting on Theo's lap. It wasn't unusual for the two of you. You shift a little to make yourself more comfortable. "Stay still, angel. You're moving too much", Theo says while patting your thigh. "Just trying to make myself comfortable, Teddy." He curses under his breath as he lifts you up to adjust his sitting position. "Better, angel?" You nod and lean back against him. "Drinks anyone?", Pansy arrives and places some cups and drinks on the table. You lean forward your dress rising slightly as you grab a cup. Theos hand immediately moves to your thighs holding the dress down. "Careful, angel." You just chuckle and move back on his lap earning a groan from him. Unbeknownst to you Theos mind has been wandering since he saw your dress rising up and his eyes had locked on your ass for a second. You occasionally brushing up on him didn't help much.

The party continued and a game of truth or dare had started. You were enjoying yourself and barely noticed Theos discomfort. The bottle landed on the two of you. "Alright, since the two of you are already so cozy I dare you to seven minutes in heaven", Pansy says smirking not even waiting for an answer. You are about to protest when Theo gets up pulling you with him. "Come on, angel." You get locked in the small closet and are pressed against Theo. Your hands fly to his chest steadying yourself and putting at least a little distance between the two of you while his hands are resting on your hips. "That's a tight fit", he chuckles but you can feel he is nervous. "Are you alright, Teddy?" "Why wouldn't I be?" You roll your eyes at his response. "You sound uncomfortable." "Don't worry. I'm alright", Theo lifts his hand to gently tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear while looking down on you.

Under his intense gaze it is your turn to get nervous. The closet feeling much smaller with the way he is looking at you. "What are we doing now? We are trapped here for seven minutes", you almost whisper. He hums pretending to think about your question while his hand on your hips starts drawing soft circles making you shiver slightly. "We could talk like we always do." You raise your eyebrows slightly. "You are trapped in a closet and want to talk?" Theo raises one eyebrow at your words. "You don't?" You shrug your shoulders, "There are better things to do." He smirks, a teasing glint in his eyes, "Oh? What would those better things be?" You bite your lip dropping your gaze and regretting you said anything because you don't feel as brave as you did seconds ago.

"Come on, angel. Don't turn shy on me now", he moves his hand to softly caress your cheek before tilting your chin upwards forcing you to look at him. "What do you have in mind for our time here?", he asks again. Your eyes drop to his lips while he is talking before looking back up. By the teasing smirk on his face you know he saw. "Use your words, angel. Tell me what you want." You groan lightly. But then you get an idea. You move closer to him brushing up on him. It is your turn to smirk at his wide eyes because you can feel he wants you. You move your hand down his torso ghosting it over his middle. "I think you know exactly what we could do", you whisper. He visibly gulps before he can't take it anymore. His soft lips are on yours before you can react. You kiss back and your hands tangle in his soft curls. Theo pushes you back as far as the closet allows pressing himself against you. The kiss turns more heated as you let your hands wander over his torso. He is about to kiss down your neck when the door bursts open. "Time is over lovebirds!", Pansy yells a wide grin on her face. You glare at her, angry you got interrupted. "Maybe we should take this to your dorm, angel", Theo whispers in your ear before dragging you out of the closet and out of the common room.

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T.R. || Loving you forever

Summary: Tom and you made a pact that they would be together forever, and you are willing to do so. Even if you have to trick some people into having him in your arms again.

Warnings: The story will take place in the 5thº year.

You, a brilliant student of Slytherin, carry with you an emotional weight and a story that few can understand. The connection you shared with Tom Riddle transcends mere friendship or romance; it was a union of souls who promised a future together, challenging not only conventions, but also the timelines themselves.

The promise made with Tom was more than words; it was a sealed pact with a love so intense that it seemed immortal. When the spell cast by him projected you forward in time, it was not just an escape, but a way to preserve this connection beyond death and forgetfulness. Every day at Hogwarts, while you keep your Slytherin student facade, it is a silent battle to hide the true weight of your heart — the pain of being separated from the one you love most and the persistent hope of meeting him again.

Current life, with its challenges and interactions, is constantly filtered through the memory of the past. Every step you take is calculated, each action is measured with the intention not only to fulfill your mission, but also to keep alive the memory of the love that once defined your existence. The fact that Tom's diary is the key to his resurrection makes his quest a mixture of duty and desire, an effort to restore what has been lost and, at the same time, a longing for a future where you can be together again.

As you approach Harry Potter, you are not only in search of a magical object; you are struggling to unite two worlds - the present and the past, love and obligation, the real and the imagined. Every moment you spend trying to gain Potter's trust is a step closer to realizing a promise that was made in simpler times, and also an attempt to reconcile what was left behind with what can still be achieved.

Behind his calm smile and the calculated strategies, there is a soul marked by an eternity of longing and a heart that still pulsates for the love that has never been faded. The mission is your redemption and your purpose, and its success is the key to restoring a piece of a past that you have never been able to leave completely behind.

His "frendity" began in a Herbology class. You were still someone unknown to him, which certainly helped you.

Harry began to sympathize with you some time ago, seeing you as an unexpected ally. It didn't take long for an obstacle to emerge in his path. Hermione Granger began to suspect her true intentions and decided to warn Harry about you.

One afternoon, while you were talking to Harry in the hallway, Hermione approached with a serious expression, which made you say goodbye and move away discreetly.

- Harry, are you sure you can trust her? - Hermione asked, her voice loaded with concern. - She is from Slytherin, and this should be taken into account.

Harry looked at Hermione, with a confused expression.

- I see no reason to suspect her. She has been very helpful. - Harry replied, trying to seem convinced.

Hermione crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on Harry with a determined look.

- Besides, she is also born a sucker, just like you. It wouldn't be a bad idea to have someone from Slytherin around. But don't worry, I know the reputation of the house is not the best. - He paused, as if expecting an argument.

Although it was not true that you were a "born sucker", the lie that you faced prejudice in Slytherin had a convincing effect on Harry. He believed it quickly, making his task easier.

- I just want you to be cautious. - Hermione insisted. - Even if she seems friendly, Slytherins have a reputation and, in my experience, it is always better not to let your guard down.

Despite Hermione's reservations, Harry continued to open up to you, but his interventions added a layer of tension to his plan. Maintaining Harry's confidence while dealing with Hermione's vigilance was a constant game of balance. Their meetings were planned to look spontaneous, always with a welcoming smile and an offer of genuine help. In each interaction, you calibrated your behavior to be useful and reliable, so that Harry did not suspect his true intentions.

[...]

On the night of that same day, the library was wrapped in an almost reverential silence, illuminated by the flickering light of the candles and the soft glow of the magic lamps. The tall bookshelves projected mysterious shadows, creating an environment that combined comminess and mystery. Harry Potter was sitting at a table, immersed in a thick book, but his expression showed distraction.

You approached with a calm and strategic posture, your clear goal. Harry was distracted, and you noticed a subtle glow emanating from his bag, which was partially open on the table. With a trained look, you immediately recognized Tom Riddle's diary, shining slightly under the light of the library.

- Harry! - You started, your soft and friendly voice - It looks like you're having trouble with this material. Do you need help?

Harry looked up at you, his expression mixing relief with a twinge of suspicion. He moved slightly away from the bag, as if unconsciously protecting the valuable object it contained.

- Oh, it's you. - Harry replied, a little surprised. - Actually, I'm having difficulties with it. I would appreciate it if you can take a look.

You smiled and leaned over to examine the book, your hand sliding discreetly in the direction of the bag. The diary was there, clearly visible through the opening. You tried to stay calm while adjusting your position, trying to get closer to the bag without drawing attention.

However, Harry seemed to notice the movement. His eyes fixed on his hand next to the bag and he hardened a little, his lips closing in a thin line.

The silence of the library was interrupted by a slight sound of something falling on the floor. Tom Riddle's diary, which was visibly exposed in Harry's bag, slipped from the opening and fell with a deaf thum on the tiled floor. The sound made Harry lean abruptly to pick up the object, his expression of concern quickly turning into tension.

He bent down and caught the diary quickly, his fingers squeezing the object firmly as he straightened. His eyes were now fixed on the diary, and there was a shadow of nervousness on his face. The tension was palpable, and he made a visible effort to hide the book in his bag carefully, trying to stay calm.

Taking advantage of the moment, you leaned a little further forward, watching the scene with a look of genuine concern.

- It seems that this is very important to you - you said, your voice loaded with a carefully calculated empathy. - What is this book? It seems to be causing a lot of tension.

Harry looked at you with an expression of surprise and discomfort. He hesitated for a moment, clearly struggling to decide how much to reveal. The shadow of distrust still hovered in his eyes, but the sincerity in his tone seemed to have created a gap.

- It's just one... a personal item. - Harry replied, his voice a little hesitant. - It's nothing to worry about.

You gave a slight understanding smile, trying to soften the situation and keep gaining your trust.

- I Understand. Sometimes, we all have things that we prefer to keep to ourselves. - You said, tilting your head in a friendly way. - But if you need someone to talk to or help with anything, I'm here for that.

Harry seemed to relax a little, although there was still a pinch of caution in his eyes. He clearly appreciated the offer of support, but was still struggling to balance trust with distrust.

- Thank you. - Harry said, his tone a little more relaxed, but still careful. - It's good to know that.

You took advantage of the moment to take a step closer, but without invading his personal space.

- No problem, Harry. The truth is that I'm here to help, and I hope we can work together to overcome any difficulty. - You paused, watching him carefully. - If you need anything, especially if the book is causing problems, know that you can talk to me.

Harry gave a slight nod, his gaze still a little cautious, but grateful. The diary, now again hidden in the bag, seemed to be a source of great concern for him, and his answer indicated that he was starting to open up a little more.

As you walked away, a feeling of satisfaction and relief mixed with the awareness that distrust was still present. Every step towards Harry's trust was a victory.

[...]

The next day, Hogwarts was immersed in an atmosphere of expectation. A timid sun filtered through the windows of the Great Hall, casting soft rays of light on the students' tables. The murmuring conversations and the usual clamor were interrupted when an urgent announcement echoed through the corridors.

Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were summoned to the Flitwick professor's room due to an unexpected situation: the House's Academic Performance Report was severely outdated and there was an alarming discrepancy in the grades of several students. Hermione, known for her perfectionism and dedication, was immediately involved in solving the problem, while Ron, although initially reluctant, was dragged into the task due to his friendship with Hermione and his desire to help her.

The situation was carefully orchestrated by you. A quick manipulation in the academic records and a subtle error in the calculations had been enough to create a distraction that involved Hermione and Ron for several hours. The confusion generated and the need to correct the data urgently caused them to focus intensely on the task, leaving Harry Potter alone and unprotected.

With Hermione and Ron busy, you saw the perfect opportunity to get closer to Harry. The day was clear and calm, and the library was almost deserted. Harry was sitting at one of the tables, studying alone, his concentration interrupted only occasionally by looks of concern.

In the following hours, you adopted a meticulous surveillance strategy, remaining discreet and observant while following Harry Potter's movements. At every moment, you him through the corridors of Hogwarts, keeping a safe distance so as not to raise suspicions. His goal was clear: to wait for the right moment to intervene and ensure that he could follow Harry's footsteps for Tom Riddle's diary.

The library, where you were often nearby, became your observation post. On some occasions, you infiltrated the common areas and spent time in strategic corridors, always with a watchful eye on any sign that could indicate the boy's plans.

It was on a particularly quiet afternoon, while you were leaning discreetly against one of the walls of the corridor near the women's bathroom, that something caught your attention. Harry was alone, his hesitant steps echoing down the deserted corridor. He seemed to follow a voice that no one else could hear, an expression of curiosity and confusion on his face.

The scene aroused your interest immediately. Harry approached the women's bathroom with a fixed look, almost hypnotized, following the inaudible sound. This place, in particular, carried an emotional weight for you. It was the same bathroom where you and Tom Riddle had spent intimate and secret moments during your youth. It was also the entrance to the Secret Chamber, a vital place for his plans.

You hid in the shadows, watching carefully as Harry stood in front of the bathroom door. He hesitated for a moment, looking around as if trying to understand the origin of the voice that called him. His heart beat faster when he saw his interaction with the family environment. The old walls and dusty mirrors looked like silent witnesses of the past, preserving the secrets and history of his love with Tom.

Harry entered the bathroom, and the door closed smoothly behind him. You knew that could be the moment you were waiting for.

With your mind boiling with excitement and a renewed desire to achieve your goal, you waited patiently. The anticipation of finally being able to recover his beloved Tommy and the certainty that the moment was approaching filled his heart with a mixture of hope and anxious expectation.

After a few minutes, you decided to follow Harry. Entering the women's bathroom, nostalgia enveloped him when he remembered the moments shared with Tom there. Each step he took brought her closer to the achievement of his goal. Harry's presence there meant that something important was about to happen, and you were determined to ensure that the plan to bring Tom Riddle back was realized.

You moved forward, your breathing controlled, moving with the grace and caution of a predator. When he entered the bathroom, he saw Harry standing in front of a sink, murmuring words that activated the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. A smile of satisfaction appeared on his lips. The way was open, and you were ready to follow Harry and recover the diary that meant so much to you and Tom.

Harry looked around one last time, then disappeared through the secret entrance. Without wasting time, you followed him, descending through the depths of the Secret Chamber, each step bringing you closer to your final goal.

Nothing could stop you from bringing your boyfriend back, not even the famous Harry Potter. After all, you had promised Tom eternity together, and you were willing to do anything to fulfill that promise.

With the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets open, you followed Harry carefully, keeping yourself in the shadows so as not to be detected. The narrow passage widened as they advanced, revealing a path of stones flanked by statues of imposing snakes. The air was humid and cold, and the smell of mold impregnated the environment.

The tension increased with each step. The statues of snakes, with their eyes fixed and mouths open, seemed to watch you as you advanced. The dim light reflected on the damp stones, creating a gloomy and mysterious environment. In the background, an immense sculpture of Salazar Slytherin's face dominated the space, his stern gaze seeming to judge anyone who dared to enter that sacred place.

You stayed in the shadows, watching as Harry approached the center of the chamber. His heart beat faster when he saw Gina Weasley lying on the floor, apparently unconscious. Harry ran to her, kneeling next to her and trying to wake her up with evident despair.

- Gina! Wake up, please! Gina!

You saw the frustration and fear in Harry's eyes as he insisted that Gina wake up. He shook her slightly, trying to resuscitate her. But before he could make any progress, a familiar voice echoed through the walls of the chamber, making his heart jump.

- She's not going to wake up.

You recognized the voice instantly. It was Tom Riddle, or rather, a projection of his youth. He emerged from the shadows, his imposing presence and cold look fixed on Harry. Time seemed to stop as you watched the scene unfold, the presence of Tom filling the camera with a sense of power and authority.

Harry stared at Tom with a mixture of confusion and determination.

- Tom... Tom Riddle. - Harry stuttered. - What do you mean she won't wake up? Is she...?

- She's still alive, but by a thread. - Your acquaintance and beloved Tom Riddle was finally there.

Tom's footsteps approached Harry, who stared at him with a certain fear.

- Are you a ghost?

- A memory preserved in a diary for 50 years. - Slytherin corrected it.

Tom noticed Harry's wand fallen and picked it up. Harry still seemed worried about Gina, a little distracted to realize.

- She looks cold. Tom, and the basilisk? - Harry looked up and noticed his wand in Tom's hands. - Return my wand, Tom. - The boy used an authoritarian voice.

- Why? You won't need it. - Riddle replied simply.

- Look, we have to go. We need to save her. - Potter insisted.

- I don't think I can do that, Harry. - He paused. - While Gina gets weaker, I get stronger.

It was at that moment that you decided to get out of the shadows. Harry, surprised to see you there, tried to position himself to protect her.

- Y/N, get out of here! He's dangerous! - Harry shouted, the concern evident in his voice.

But you just smiled and took a few steps towards Tom, ignoring Harry's warning. Her eyes fixed on the familiar and beloved face, Tom's expression softening slightly when recognizing her.

- Y/N? - Tom murmured, a mixture of surprise and recognition in his voice.

You nodded, the emotion evident in your eyes.

- Tom... Finally. - you said, the voice choked. - I spent 50 years looking for you, waiting for this moment.

Harry watched the scene, just shocked and confused.

- Y/N, what are you doing? He's trying to hurt Gina!

Tom reached out, and you took it without hesitation, feeling the familiar warmth of your touch.

- Y/N... my dear. - Tom said softly, his eyes fixed on yours. - I missed you so much. Every second away from you was an eternity.

- You have no idea how long I waited for this. - You answered, the emotion overflowing as I hugged you.

Harry, still processing the revelation, was trying to find a way to save Gina and prevent Tom's plans. But Tom's presence by your side and his growing power made it clear that you would not let anything or anyone interfere in your reunion.

Tom held his hand firmly, his dark eyes full of determination. Harry, still trying to understand what was happening, took a step forward, desperate to save Gina and understand the situation.

- Y/N, that's crazy! He's dangerous! - Harry begged.

You looked at Harry, without showing regret, just firmness. Tom, with Harry's wand in hand, turned to you, a cold smile on his lips as if admiring her.

Harry, confused and distressed, continued to look at you and Tom, paralyzed next to Gina's unconscious body. His expression was a mixture of shock and despair.

- Why, Y/N? How can you do that? - Harry managed to murmur, his voice full of frustration.

Tom gave an enigmatic smile.

- Harry, you can't understand. Y/N and I share a past that transcends any notion you may have. We were colleagues at Hogwarts, and our love was something deep and immortal. We made a promise of eternity that nothing and no one can undo.

Harry looked at Tom in disbelief.

- But... how did she not appear in the memories I saw? - Harry questioned, still trying to understand.

This time you answered coldly.

- Tom showed you only what he wanted you to see. There are many things you don't know, many hidden truths. I've always been by your side, even when you couldn't see it. - You pause, but then it continues. - Thank you for making things easier, Harry.

Tom began to resume his complete physical state, his presence solidifying as he again became an imposing and real figure. Harry, paralyzed next to Gina, watched feeling the failure on his shoulders.

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