I Need To Prove A Point To My School

I need to prove a point to my school

Reblog if you believe that sexual predators should be punished, no matter their sexuality

no texting in the library (t.m.r.)

tom’s phone buzzed in his right pocket. looking around not wanting to disturb anyone he slowly pulled it out. the studying first and second years around him paid no attention, noses buried in their own work.

you have been added to a chat

the brown haired boy looked at his screen quizzically. then he waited.

he wouldn’t be able to know the members of the group until one of them sent a text.

malfoy: hey sisters

he let out an inaudible groan.

oh merlin not malfoy again. since tom’s transfer to hogwarts, him and lestrange have been trying to befriend him. well, abraxas did most of the harassing- uh talking. his buddy usually looked like he didn’t want to be there, and their third counterpart of the trio, (y/l/n) was always missing in action during these encounters. which was strange, because they were always together.

tom typed a question mark, but then erased it. he decided to play along.

meanwhile…

you slapped malfoy in the back of his head.

“ ‘hey sisters’ really?”

“well i’m sorry was i supposed to say ‘good evening.’ or something?” he sassed, rubbing the back of his head.

“well he wouldn’t have said that if someone just decided to talk to him.” lestrange said pointedly, turning the page of his book. you opened your mouth about to say some snarky remark, but decided against it. it would only sound like you were making excuses. he smirked at the victory.

“stop smirk-“

“Shhh! Shh!” malfoy interrupted, bringing his finger to your lips. “he’s typing, he’s typing.”

tom: hello

tom stared at the blue bubble he just sent. another buzz.

you: hey tom, excuse my buffoon of a friend

his eyes widened. you typed so fast he didn’t even see the typing notification. his cheeks got warm and heart began to race. he always thought you were cute since the time you two were paired up in potions. but he never pursued you, he thought you didn’t like him because you seemed to disappear whenever he was around, unlike your two friends that seemed to do just the opposite.

“did you really copy and paste that from your notes?” lestrange huffed, shaking his head.

“i was practicing if abraxas would say something stupid. which he did.”

“heyy…” the blonde fake pouted. the two of you stared at your phones, waiting.

“Rein say something.” the pair of you said in unison. the slytherin looked up from his page and at his housemates’ expecting faces. with a groan he pulled out his phone and typed.

lestrange: we should all hang out sometime

a loud “no!” shouts from the other side of the library, pulling toms attention from his screen. what indecent person makes such noise in a library?

“lestrange, you imbecile! why were you so direct?” malfoy whisper-yelled. in all honesty he was probably more upset than you were. he was a romantic, and mapped a diligent plan that ended in cornering you and tom in the chat, before leaving with reinhard.

“someone had to create a reason for them to see each other sooner or later,” lestrange shrugged, “and i just made it sooner.”

tom typed his response and immediately placed his phone face down on the table the moment he hit send. a loud whoop sounded from the same place across the library, tom’s queue to find a quieter place to study.

tom: it’s a date ;)

you usually weren’t one to go through peoples things, especially the possessions of someone as scary and powerful as alexein malfoy. but you had a point to prove, and it was that your fiancee and his father were in fact not scheming against you— a ridiculous thought only tom would come up with.

maybe he was still upset over the forced break up, or maybe he was extremely bitter over the fact that you chose your family’s honor over him, and abraxas malfoy of all people. you didn’t know. but you couldn’t help but to believe in him a little. tom riddle proved himself to be one of the most intelligent people you knew, before and during your two years together. so maybe a hunch, as silly as it may seem, may be worth looking into, not that you would find anything.

you wouldn’t let him know that of course.

you were in alexeins office to find your grandfathers ring, a family heirloom you inherited along with the rest of the family possessions.

“have you not noticed that the ring has gone missing since the engagement party?”

“tom i don’t have time for this right now”

“you won’t have time for anything once they take all that you have and keep you prisoner.” you turn around to face him. anger provoked by his harshness.

“something suspicious is happening, and i don’t want you to get hurt, my love.” tucking an out of place piece of hair behind your ear.

my love. 🤨🚨

“i knew it.” you close the last desk drawer. no ring in sight, just stacks on stacks of papers. and creepy dark objects for decor. can’t forget those.

“what are you doing?”

“ahh- drugs!” you scream at the sudden presence behind you, making you twirl around. “i mean-tom? i should be asking you the same thing.”

he doesn’t respond immediately, but instead stares at you. his eyes study your face like he’s trying to memorize every little detail, making you want to squirm.

you open your mouth to say something, but close it as he takes a step forward. looking down at you, he places a strand of hair behind your ear.

no, not today. as if reading your mind, he speaks before you can try again.

“the ring is in the safe.” you blink back into realty, toms eyes focused on something behind you.

“wh-how do you know?” you follow him toward the box hidden behind dark artifacts.

“during the summer, abraxas and i would accompany alexein to collect artifacts.” hovering his hand over the lock, it twists and turns to a click. “the important ones go in here.” you looked at the back of his head in confusion.

“it’s only an heirloom, it’s not dark…” the lack of confidence makes it sound like you’re trying to convince yourself more than your ex boyfriend.

“abraxas tell you that?” he huffs, but before he could open the door of the safe, the door knob of the study twists. within a blink of an eye, the safe is locked again and toms arms are around you. he gracefully pulls you underneath the wooden desk, hand over your head protectively.

two pairs of dress shoes click against the dark flooring.

“do not disappoint me, abraxas. the family name is on your shoulders.” the older malfoy uncaps the silver family crested lighter, igniting his cigar.

your mouth instinctively opens out of panic. toms hand comes flying over your mouth, looking you in the eyes and placing a finger on his lips.

you waited for your soon-to-be’s response, unable to see his facial reaction.

“what about…?” the young man trailed off, immediately regretting asking about you. immediately regretting ever meeting you. abraxas should’ve told his father you were a muggle born when he asked about you, maybe then you wouldn’t be in this mess.

your eyes find tom’s, but looking off listening intently, waiting for the older Malfoys response.

“who? ah yes, the girl. well…”

the man takes a long drag from his cigar before holding it out to his son.

“i suppose she won’t be needed after an heir is secured” not an ounce of emotion or remorse can be traced in alexiens voice as he exhaled the tobacco smoke.

your eyes widen and riddles hand tightens around your mouth gently, afraid your reaction would give you two away. unknowingly a tear falls, catching toms attention from the conversation between the father and son as it lands on his fingers. without thinking, he brings your head forward and rests your forehead against his. and you don’t pull away.

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Wednesday 2:45 pm

draco: mum can you get me more purple shampoo while you’re out pls ❤️

you: umm

blaise: i freaking knew it dude

nott: wrong chat

crabbe: sorry i haven’t been texting guys i got my tablet taken away

adrian: it was fake?!

>> dobby has left the chat >>

you: so much is happening right now

Wednesday 3:06 pm

draco: so no?

tom riddle is in the hospital wing (t.m.r.)

“no not there,” you hint. avery moves his hand and hovers his quill over another free space on his paper.

“no” moves again.

“nope…no…not there either- you didn’t study your constellations did you?” you confront. the slytherin boy redraws from his mapping and shakes his head shamefully.

“it’s okay, take a look at mine.” you say patiently, digging in your bag. before you can place your parchment on the table, the sound of panting comes into ear shot.

and it gets louder. and louder, and louder. until a flustered malfoy comes to a running halt at the head of your table.

“t…” he exhales, leaning down on his knees. “t-to…” he puts up his pointer finger as he catches his breath.

you and avery look at each other curiously.

“speak, will you?” lestrange pushes impatiently, wanting to get back to his divination assignment.

“tom riddle is in the hospital wing.” he finally says.

“okay and?”

“what? is he okay?”

the two other boys give you a quirked eyebrow. they questioned your reaction, since you “held no concern for the arrogant, stupidly charming prodigy”.

“potions accident,” abraxas addressed your question, ignoring his other housemates’ response, “first year blew up her makeup assignment while he was doing a side project after school.”

at this the other three all gave an equally concerned expression.

that could not be good. for anyone.

“well,” the blonde clapped his hands together. his tone holding a positive tone, a contrast to the news he had just delivered. “you should visit him (y/l/n).”

you rolled your eyes at his mischievousness. you had 99 problems, and apparently asking abraxas malfoy to keep a secret is indeed one of them.

“it’s fairy flu season. the matron won’t let unnecessary visitors in unless you’re escorting someone in.” avery said honestly, earning a not so subtle stomp on the foot by lestrange.

“oh well there you go, looks like i can’t go.” you smile innocently, mentally thanking avery for his obliviousness.

“no, no, i have an idea.” lestrange put down his quill, you and malfoy looking at each other at your friends sudden undivided attention.

“what is it-“ before avery could finish, a fist goes flying and his head whips to the side. a gasp escaped your lips and malfoy’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“there’s your ticket in,” lestrange says shaking his hand. avery sits up revealing a bloody nose that was sure to be broken or at least fractured. “quidditch accident.”

Exposing Riddle Part Dos

summary: after finding out tom has been secretly reading the same books he’d dog on the reader for enjoying, another discovery is made, putting him on blast once again.

i just wanna say i hope none of my favorite tom riddle writers see my content. it’s so out of his character and sooo not canon but so amusing for me to write. these are all unedited btw apologize in advance for errors. so much chaos also scroll all the way down for a surprise xx

“do you wanna know what i hate?” you say out of nowhere.

tom looks up from his divination homework catching a glance at your parchment. noticing you were nearly done with your astronomy chart conclusions, he decides to reward your productivity by not lecturing you to focus on your work.

“do i have a choice?” he deadpans, dipping his quill in ink to continue writing.

“no you don’t,” you say honestly, “but i hate it when the main character always needs to be saved-“

“mhm” he responds numbly.

“by a man” you finish.

the brown haired boy stopped writing mid sentence, making you smirk before he can see it.

you and tom riddle had a lot of things in common; academic validation, ambition, and little interest in teenage woes your classmates thought meant the end of the world.

but he was old fashion, and you were open to deeper thinking and new ideas. you enjoyed challenging him, mostly because you liked seeing him try to hide his flustered face when he found himself cornered.

“what do you mean? how else is she to be rescued from a danger in a climactic scene?”

“i don’t know. rescue herself, show her love interest that she can take care of herself and she doesn’t love him just because he’s always there to save her.” you shrug.

“that’s absurd. that’s why there’s no stories with that sort of plot line.” he scoffs. taken aback by his lack of effort to see your side you bite back.

“but the misunderstood villain plot line is just soooo much better…” you tease, your eyes widen in realization and your smug look drops, “…which isn’t a bad plot line, no not at all” you ramble on.

tom clears his throat and sits back in the wooden seat, arms crossed over his chest with an amused look.

“alright, tell me what you know.”

“nothing.” you deny, looking anywhere but at him. tom gives you a look.

“okay i read your diary-“

“you what-“

“it was on accident!” you defend innocently.

“(y/n) how can you mistakenly read a book with my name printed on the cover?”

“it was folded in one of the novels you borrowed from me you must have been writing and reading and forgot to- oh merlin…” you trail off getting lost in your thoughts, weaving through clues and connecting the dots.

“what?” tom snaps.

lightbulb

“ you were writing a fan fiction”

“a what”

“you inserted yourself into one of the stories. that’s why the names sounded so familiar.” heat rises to his cheeks, but you were too shooketh to enjoy his flustered state.

“that’s ridiculous,” he shakes his head in denial.

he pushes his chair back and smoothly collects his things.

“excuse me, i have the chart my astronomy observations”

it was literally 7:00 pm there were no stars to chart at this hour.

“okay voldemort”

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