Kobe! (t.m.r.)

kobe! (t.m.r.)

summary: what can i say, tomothy shablagoo hates quidditch

“i hate quidditch”

“i know”

“i despise it”

“i know tom, but we’re here to support our friends,” you remind.

tom huffs in defeat and sits back, watching the the slytherin players get into their positions, eyeing their hufflepuff opponents.

“ladies and gentlemen…” the commentator introduces the two teams, each corresponding house cheering for their side.

“nott! malfoy!” you cheer, standing up and applauding like a hyped mom.

“must you be so loud?” tom looked up at you in distaste. you pause your clapping and turn to him with furrowed brows, flicking his forehead.

“did you just flick me?” he says with disbelief.

“shhh it’s starting!” your hand grabs onto his face, tom watching through your splayed fingers.

the beginning was not very climatic. there was a lot of dodging and good defense on both ends. but as the game progressed, hufflepuff began to grow tired, while slytherin on the other hand was getting fired up. using this to their advantage, your house scored 10 points.

“yes! let’s goo!!” you cheered. the abrupt movement of your arms knocking toms hot dog out of his hand mid-bite.

he crossed his arms in disappointment. but he couldn’t be too mad because of how happy you were.

eventually one of the slytherin chasers got attacked by a bludger, causing him to fold like a tortilla, falling down into the pit. in response, rosier was called to replace him.

you rolled your eyes.

you prayed rosier wouldn’t get any playing time. if there was anyone who couldn’t take a hint it was him. he constantly flirted with you despite your disinterest before you and riddle got together. even then, he would still remind you how he would be waiting for you. not when tom was around of course. he wasn’t that bold. your boyfriend never found out because you begged your witnessing friends not to tell him because merlin knows what would happen to the boy.

the game proceeded as normal, until rosier spotted you in the crowd.

now this was trouble.

you snuck a glance at tom who was playing tictactoe with a first year that also seemed to not have interest in the game. maybe he wouldn’t notice.

“this ones for you (y/n)!” toms head immediately shot up. people were looking around for who he was talking to.

“oh no…” you groaned, hiding your face in embarrassment. the little devil winked at you.

instant death wish.

“did he just-“

rosier confidently pulled his arm back, launching the quaffle forward toward the goal. “kobe!” the spectators hold their breath in anticipation.

only to miss.

in response, an awkward silence blanketed the crowd. nott tried to cover his snicker with his gloved hand only to receive a smack to the back of his head by malfoy.

the wrong day to be bold rosier.

despite the weight of the second hand embarrassment of the whole stadium, he still had the audacity to take another glance at you…and your upset boyfriend.

“now i really hate quidditch”

tom stood up from his seat and grabbed your hand, pulling you up with him. he gripped his wand and within a blink of an eye you two disappeared from the stands.

rip kobe we miss you black mamba❤️

full vid creds to owner

the hangover (t.m.r.)

I have so many drafts of a university a.u. series, but for now we’ll stick to a stand alone short.

summary: in order to receive higher education, you attend a muggle university at the cost of keeping your wizarding identity a secret (cuz duh). you only know of one another student in the same position as you, but you keep clear of each other’s paths because you were academic rivals back in the good ol’ days of hogwarts. 

summary: tomxreader, college!tomxcollege!reader, legilimens!tomxocclumens!reader, enemies to not enemies! (you can define that last part after you read), wizards of muggley place

warnings: drinking, kidnapping, blackbeltinasswhoopin!reader, pantsless?reader

“(y/n)! catch-“

“no abraxas we can’t play inside-“ but it was too late. your eight year old playmate threw the youth size quaffle, re-enacting the same pitch his favorite quidditch athlete threw at the match he watched with his father the other weekend. the ball landed on the living room coffee table, shattering the glass.

“oh no our table!” you ran over to the broken pieces, abraxas running down the stairs following. “it’s broken!” tears ran down you face as you heard your mother arriving at the fireplace.

you sat up in your bed, panting, realizing that it was only a dream. you brought the neck of your shirt to your face to absorb the cold sweat. What an odd nightmare. you stopped dreaming about the lecture and punishment until you were ungrounded two months after the incident, and that was ten years ago.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you inhaled, realizing that you don’t wear cologne. you looked down and see that you were not only in a shirt that wasn’t yours, but your pants were also missing. this wasnt even your bed.

“ahhh!” you tore off the grey sheets as you looked around for pants. YOUR pants preferably. But there were no clothes on the ground, an inconvenient but also good sign. You didn’t remember anything from last night, nonetheless the source of your headache. the room was impossibly simple, but not completely bare. there were books, everywhere, and a banner of-

“slytherin?!” You rush to stand. panic set in.

a wizards room? a wizards college dorm room? was there another wizard at your university? There was only one other you could think of, but why were you in their room-

“why are you screaming?” a very sleep deprived riddle opens the door calmly.

“so many questions—ahhh! tom?!”

“stop screaming-“

“get out!”

“it’s my room-“

“i have no pants!”

“what-oh right! here wear these-“ he threw a pair of grey sweats at you before shutting the door.

a few moments later…

you slouch against the wall “did we-”

“no” tom responds, flipping the page of his book

“are you sure because…”

“you were very intoxicated last night, (y/l/n). i would not.” well that explains the headache… you stare at his elegant fingers supporting the book by its spine. Your eyes trail to his wrists exposed by the movement of his hoodie sleeves. They were marked and red as if they had been bound. what in the kinky dinky-

“stop that”

“Stop what?” you look up in confusion. Dang, you forgot he was a legilimens.

“thinking about disturbing things, it’s not what you think…” tom clears his throat. Hmm yeah, sure buddy. Regardless, you let your mind wonder elsewhere.

“i wouldn’t drink though, not here at least. that’s too reckless…” he paused his reading, moving suspiciously slow. there was many things you and riddle disagreed with during your time at Hogwarts, but one thing at this institution was clear. Don’t let your wizard identity be revealed.

“it wasn’t exactly your choice…”

“what?” you sat up.

he sighs and looks at his wristwatch, “how much time do you have?”

“i have no classes” you lean forward in interest.

“if you’re gonna kill me kill me now,” you pointed your nose up and squinted your eyes in defiance. the masked, hooded person reached for his wand.

“…and into the van i go…” another uniformed member put a sack over your head.

“ow—way to treat a lady!” you grunted after being manhandled into a seating position in what you assumed was inside the vehicle.

“merlin you can’t be serious…” a voice next to you sighed, throwing their head into their bound hands. suddenly being kidnapped and thrown into a dark van, incapacitated was the least of your worries.

“riddle?!” you jump back in shock, causing you to bump your head. “ow! what are you doing here?” you rub your scalp.

“if i knew the answer to that question (y/l/n), do you think i would be tied and blinded?” tom whisper yelled. his tone reminding you of the situation you were in, and the possibly dangerous people who put you there.

“not to mention, with you of all people.” he added. you kicked your leg out with intentions to kick him in the shin.

“bloody-“ your companion groaned, folding over grabbing onto his crotch.

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to-“

“why in my pe-“

“I kicked you?” you paused mid-sip of your hot cocoa, staring at him wide eyed, fighting a laugh.

“yes, you might have killed off a generation of riddles, thanks,” he deadpans, putting down his cup of tea.

“hey shut it the both of you!” a rough voice growled in front of you, making you and tom freeze at the new known presence. your hand grabs onto toms arms instinctively, before you remove it like you had just touched fire muttering an apology. a silence blanketed the van, only the sound of the engine and hushed whispers between the driver and passenger in front.

“ew I touched you?” you grimaced, taking the change from the cashier and thanking her. Tom rolled his eyes.

“do you want to hear the story or not?”

“yeah yeah continue…”

“tom…” you whispered. he hesitated with his natural attitude filled “what?” due to the unusual softness of your voice. were you scared?

“yes?”

“what do you think they want with us?” you breathe.

“i am not completely sure, but there’s only two things you and i share in common…” he responded. you sat in quiet for a few minutes.

“that we’re both hot?”

“wha-“

“do you think they know we’re wizards?” it was toms turn to think.

“i don’t know, maybe”

“maybe they found out i’ve been sneaking fruit from the dining hall…” you think aloud. tom fights a smile in regards of your seriousness.

“(y/n) i don’t think it’s that. maybe go back to the wizard thing…”

“you’re right, they have wands, and they took ours-“

“hello i can hear you” your mean babysitter interrupted.

“wait...I think I remember being pulled out of bed in the middle of the night. I tried making noise, but no one was responding…” you recall, staring at the pavement as you walked on collecting your fuzzy memories. a breeze flew by making your hair fly everywhere, and instinctively you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“silencing charm…” tom finished your thoughts, casually putting his coat on you.

“thanks…” you acknowledge the unusual gesture, taking back the ew you gave him minutes ago.

the van door slid open. the sudden noise causing you to jump. tom sat up straight in dominance.

“remember what we discussed?” tom reminded, referring to the plan he mapped out to you via legilimency minutes before. 

“Eyes, throat, groin…”

“What? No, you are to run-“ toms eyebrows furrowed, careful not to give away how you two were communicating.

“And maybe nipple twist, got it-“

“(Y/l/n)-“

“Wait how did you know I was an occlumens?” You leaned back and stared at tom skeptically. it wasnt a skill you necessarily shared among people you were not friends with, especially not someone who despised you as much as the salazar heir did back in hogwarts. 

He put down the college mug he was looking at, and picked up a planner and skimmed through the pages. “How did you know I was a legilimens?”

“Um you’re tom riddle, everyone knew that back in Hogwarts. What couldn’t you do?” You huffed, stating the obvious, moving to the same fixture he was at, searching for the notebook you saw earlier. you’ve been meaning to buy a new one. your old one was filled up already, you weren’t used to lined paper.

“And you’re (y/n) (y/l/n).” Tom said in the same factual tone, handing you the very item you were thinking of.

“Alright, out you two.” Your captive grunted, scuffing around to stand.

“Are you sick or something? Because your voice does not sound natural…” he ignored your comment as he took you by the arm. You were dragged through what you made off as a forest. You could hear leaves crunching under you and the smell of wet bark invaded your nostrils.

“So this is where I die…” you say dramatically. Tom gives you a look, then walks off.

“I was only joking…”

You were thrown into a chair, beside what you presumed was riddle. you flinched at the bright fluorescents after the sack of snatched off your head. Your assumptions were confirmed when you looked to your right to see a very calm tom looking straight ahead. You knew him better than these people that he was angry.

You looked around you before turning your attention to where his eyes were fixed. You were in some type of warehouse. Five hooded figures stood in a straight line with their hands folded behind their backs, closing in on you two. It was very unsettling the way they were hidden and silent in their robes. they reminded you of dementors. But you knew they were human, because one of them sneezed prior to putting you into the chair.

While you were observing what was going on physically, tom was shifting through each of their minds. the darkness he was prepared for was met with something else. They were wizards yes, but they were not too different from him and (y/n)…toms head snapped to your direction, only to find your chair empty, one of the men hunched over holding his crotch and another grabbing onto his throat as he crumpled to the ground.

“merlin she’s like a gazelle!” the one holding onto his jewels choked out as him and his colleague painfully watched you sprint away from the other three.

“I don’t get it, I got away. Didn’t I?” You were still very confused on how these events linked to you waking up hungover in his bed this morning. it was rush hours, and cars were zooming past you. Tom shoved his hands into his pockets and moved to the other side of you, the closest side to the road.

“I had to stop you.”

“What?”

“(Y/l/n) stop! Let go!” Tom commanded as he continued to try to pull you off the no longer hooded and masked man. The ginger screamed as your thumbs got closer to his eyes.

“They’re college students!” 

“what?” You weakened your hold, the sudden lost of resistance caused your restrainer to fall onto his back, arms still around your middle. You rolled off of tom and looked up to see the damage you have done. Five boys, each one of different nationality, limped their way back to the center.

“We’re kappa delta altoid, and we’d like to welcome you two to recruitment.” The blonde panted in what you recognized as a New Zealand accent. a brunette stood to his feet and put out a hand. You instinctively put yours out but tom quickly pulled it away, staring at the students in disgust. He had read about fraternity hazing before, but not like this, and certainly not how to treat a woman such as yourself. 

“We have heard many things about you two. Top wizard and witch of your class, nearly perfect markings on your NEWTs. We were honored to hear that such members of the wizarding society have decided to pursue muggle higher education.” 

the air was silent and filled with heavy breathing. you stared at them bizarrely, surprised that they would even think you’d say yes after the fright they just pulled.

“Thank you, but no thank you. I would rather keep a low profile while attending-“

“You have no choice. You must join us or we will out you to the muggle society, therefore earning punishment from the Ministry of Magic.” The ginger said in a thick Russian accent, a contrast from the squealing he was doing earlier.

“what? so im part of a fraternity now?” you say in disbelief. this story definitely was not one you were expecting. It sounded like fiction someone came up with 2 am in the morning and typed it out instead of doing homework. tom tossed the rest of your guys’ clothes from last night into the dryer and hit start.

“That would be correct,” he places a baseball cap onto your head, “welcome to kappa delta altoid.”

“More!” You pant, slamming your shot glass onto the table as the members of the house cheered. Tom looked around before tossing the contents of his drink into the house plant beside him. All the attention was on you.

“There’s no more.” one of the boys you recognized from the ritual panicked. You couldn’t tell which one he was because his face looked all blurry.

“What happened to the rest?” You hear the durmstrang graduate ask. The room was spinning around you and all you could hear were the voices.

“She drank it all!”

“Oh my stars that must have been so embarrassing!” You throw your face into your hands. “Why did they have me drink so much?”

“actually...they’re hazing is three shots of fire whiskey…you asked for triple that amount…” it was amazing how you weren’t dead.

“Alright maybe that’s enough, yeah?” tom steadied you with his hands on your shoulders. watching you finally let loose was indeed entertaining, but he began to noticed your coordination going from lack of, to none.

“I feel fine—hey abraxas up top!” you greeted the blonde from the kidnapping stunt. Not even recognizing you called him a name he had never heard before he swung his hand to meet your high five, but he was so disoriented he fell forward onto the folding party table. it caved in, earning gasps and looks from others, but the frat brother fell asleep like that.

“Oh no our table…”

“Ah I see, now that does make a lot of sense actually…” you nodded in remembrance of the dream you woke up from. “And my pants?”

“Your pants?” Tom looked at you puzzled, looking down at the article of clothing he was folding. Realizing what you meant, he handed you the jeans you wore last night. “Oh, right…”

“this is so embarrassing, im sorry I threw up on you…” you muttered sleepily as riddle sat you down on his bed.

“you threw up on yourself actually…id bring you to your dorm, but I dont want you to accidentally suffocate…” he responded, taking a navy blue shirt and grey sweats out and placing it at the foot of the bed. 

“Here you go—okay maybe wait until I leave the room—“ he turned back around as you changed. tom picked up the pants before holding it out behind him to continue to give you privacy. when you didn’t take them he hesitantly looked. you were passed out on his bed, halfway falling off. he thought about putting the pants on you, but decided it was too weird, so he just put you on your side and tucked you in. 

that night, tom slept in the lounge, and every hour he checked to make sure you were okay. only because he didn’t want to be responsible if you died, of course. 

i have no idea how greek life names work so i literally named them after a breathmint.

abraxas tell you that? part dos (t.m.r.)

ah shiii here we go again

this is a short prequel to “abraxas tell you that?” which is why its under tom x reader

“what exactly are we looking for again?” nott lazily lifted various items in the bedroom; pillows, books...the lamp. in contrast, you were flipping things over and searching like a mad man.

“the ring”

“what ring?” Avery asked a volume too loud, earning a harsh shush from his housemates. he muttered a sorry, continuing flipping through the pages of alexein malfoys various texts.

“its a-” you glance at nott, who gives you a hesitant look. Avery looked up to abraxas, everyone knew that. you didn't want to be the one to ruin that image for him by exposing the suspicions around the Malfoy family. “just a ring that was misplaced”

the sound of footsteps approaching leave you three frozen like deer in headlights. nott grabs onto you and Avery, ushering you two into a nearby closet. with a flick of your wand, the bedroom restores.

“now from my understanding, you and miss (y/l/n) have decided to split.” 

alexein. 

“that would be correct.” a familiar voice accompanies, causing you to fidget. you strain your eyes to look between diagonal wooden shutters of the closet door. tom and mr malfoy stand head to head. you can feel the tenseness through the door. 

“very good, tom. you have always been like a second son to me. your loyalties will be rewarded.” 

Avery takes in a sharp breath out of nervousness. nott warns him with an elbow to the ribs. unfortunately, it was too late. though the platinum blonde was momentarily distracted by lighting his cigar, his younger counterpart took notice of the noise. he squinted, and made eye contact with you through the space you were peeping through. you sat back immediately with an inaudible gasp. 

caught in 4k.

“however,” alexein exhaled, “there are other matters we must discuss. one regarding a ring-” he pauses at the sudden noise. your sleeve flies over your mouth and nose, and nott follows suit with the collar of his shirt. Avery sits in the corner guilty, mouthing ‘sorry’, attempting to fan his fart.

alexein pretends to not hear it, and dismisses it. tom fights to keep a straight face, his eyes a bit wide, plotting ten million ways to murder avery.

“abraxas has informed me about your recent interest in dark magic, and I was curious to know if you have read anything on-” the older man is once again interrupted by another gust of Averys nervousness. and this time it is too long for him to quickly talk over. 

it lasts for a good five seconds, fluctuating from high and lower pitches. you hold your arm tighter around your face, and nott sinks his heads completely into his shirt while punching the boy next to him repeatedly. you can see tom’s fists ball tightly as he eyes the closet door with pure hatred. 

“my apologies sir,” tom painfully admits.

“perhaps we shall continue this later on,” malfoy clears his throat awkwardly. “and of course tom, don't hesitate to make yourself at home and use the bathroom.”

got beef? (t.m.r.)

I am back hello. I moved on campus and girlbossed too close to the sun. Anyway this is unedited and kinda cray. 

summary: tom and y/n are called to the headmasters office when their son gets into an altercation

“that is preposterous. i demand a refund now!” you demand dramatically, banging your fist on dumbledores desk. the sheer force of your theatrics causing his cup of butterscotch wrapped candies to topple over.

the old man sighs and flicks his wand restoring its position. he looks up again but this time eyes looking through his half moon spectacles at your husband.

“some things never change do they riddle?” he comments on your emotional response. but in all honesty dumbledore was amused, he missed your student days when he had to fight a smile whenever you got in trouble over stupid things in his class and had the most interesting of ways retelling the story.

“i suppose not” tom gently pulls you back to your seat, keeping his hand wrapped around your forearm comfortably. you looked down at the gold band on his finger and the tension in your body suddenly left.

“…through sickness and health, richer and poorer…” tom recited, sliding the ring onto your finger. a chester cat smile grew in your face as you did the same.

“now you’re trapped with me…” you whispered.

“what was that?” the priest asked. but tom was unfazed he was used to your bs by now.

“well back to the matter…” headmaster clears his throat. “as i was saying, your son may be looking at suspension-”

“sir, i remember students would always hex each other. you know how young boys are.” tom defended.

“ah but see, tommy hilfiger riddle didn’t hex anyone.”

“i don’t understand-“

“it was a physical altercation. more specifically, he struck another student in the nose...”

“wonder where he learned that from…” tom mumbled, earning a jab to the ribs causing him to jump.

“good for nothing mudblood!”

“hey orion…” the boy stopped his stalking away and turned.

“what mudblood?”

“do you happen to be hungry?” he looked at you skeptic, then grinning looking at his friends who were joshing him. all except tom riddle, who was watching you curiously.

“why (y/l/n) going to make a sandwich-“

“nah but i got beef!” you pop him square in the face, the crunch sound echoing the halls, a grin playing on toms face.

“can we at least talk to the parents? i’m sure they will understand-“

“mum!” the door burst open, your eleven year old carbon copy of his father ran to you for a hug. the warm moment dissolved when you remembered why you were there in the first place.

“the child was lucius malfoy.”

“son of a—tom do you know what this means? his father is-“

“where is the boy?” a man bellowed entering the door. Wow so many interruptions today.

tom sat up straighter in his seat as your son ran behind you. platinum blonde hair…and an expensive ass robe…you must be a malfoy!

“it’s been a while abraxas.” your husband stood up and went toe to toe with the old classmate. clearly sizing each other up. oh, men 🙄. tom stuck out his hand and grinned at the couple of inches he had on malfoy. the blonde sneered, accepting the handshake anyway.

his blue eyes moved, landing on you, his schoolboy crush, barely even noticing the little one gripping your arm. he smirked. smirked.

“(y/n)…always knew you’d be a milf-“

your eyes grew wide, but only doubled in size when toms fist flew across his face. your son looked up to see your reaction, in which you looked back at him with a smirk.

read hierarchy of need by iimplicity if you haven’t 😩😩

Sneaking Out

Tom Riddle x Slytherin!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: breaking rules lol, almost being caught sneaking out, some pestery conversations, insinuations to smut

Author’s Note: loosely based off this tiktok I saw that had my mind running ramid. Ronnie is one of my favorite cosplayers (he does loki AND leon too and he has the best leon around). I hope you guys enjoy this random ass no plot thing

Summary: It’s very hard to sneak out of the dorms and Tom and you give it a go.

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Getting out of the dorms past curfew was a feat very few people had succeeded. Hogwarts was not only managed by humans, it was protected by wizards and magic. Getting through the prowling staff and the expertly placed spells? No one got through that.

People had tried and failed. Boasting wizards and witches got a popularity boost just by giving it a go. If they got decently far out of the common rooms that was even better. One time one of the Black kids had gotten a decent way to the door outside of the castle. How they managed to get past everything still amazed people to this very day, years later.

But Tom...Tom had it down to a science.

You sat in the Slytherin common room together. Mostly everyone was gone upstairs to head to bed but there was still about a half hour before everyone needed to turn in. You were sitting on the same couch but on opposite ends. He had a book out, you were writing spells into your notebook to practice the spellings.

There were only two other people in the room.

“Practicing are we?” Joan Emory said, sitting between you and Tom. He didn’t bat an eye. He never did.

“Just getting the spellings down,” you said, not looking up from your page. Joan could be testy sometimes and you had no interest in entertaining her. Not today. Not tonight.

“Do you think you could talk to Jeffrey tomorrow?” Joan asked. You let out a soft sigh, closing your book. She had held a torch for Jeffrey since the start of her Hogwarts experience and he liked you. It wasn’t something you had entertained but she annoyed you about it nonetheless.

You turned to look at her.

“I’m not going to.”

“He’s heads over heels if you just let him know you’re not interested-”

“Who said I wasn’t interested?” you asked. You saw Tom behind her, his ears perking up and his head turned slightly. That was a surprise to him.

“You said-”

“Joan, leave it be. He doesn’t want to date you.” She huffed, trying to sputter out some sort of words.

“You’re awful,” she spat finally. You gave her a thin lipped smile.

“I’m a Slytherin,” you hissed back at her. Tom closed his book harshly, making Joan jump as she started to walk away. “So am I. I’m not cruel.”

“I’m not unjustly cruel Joan.” She walked away, up the staircase to the dorms. You watched her go, leaving just you, Tom and one other late night studier in the room. Tom turned to you.

“Jeffery Biggs?”

“Oh leave it be. I’m not entertaining it.” You stood up and smoothed out your cardigan. It was beginning to look rather rainy outside which made you elated. It meant you could start burning some candles. “I’ll see you later Tom.” He gave you a look and you turned around, up the stairs into the girls dormitory.

===

At exactly 12:11 on the dot, you slid out of bed. You tried to be as quiet as possible so that none of the other girls saw you get out. You hadn’t bothered putting on pajamas as you knew you would be leaving soon. Your heartbeat in your ears, making you second guess yourself. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. It wasn’t even your idea, it was Tom’s.

The staircases were monitored. In the same way they were able to check if a man or woman went up the stairs, it could check when a person was going up and down. Tom had given you clear instructions.

Slide down the railing.

You hopped up on it and gripped the side as you kept your feet from touching the ground. You landed on the ground with a soft thump safely. You waited for a moment, listening. Nothing. First step done.

You walked into the common room where Tom was already waiting.

“You’re late,” he said, voice neutral and calm. You checked your wristwatch.

“30 seconds isn’t too bad. Joan has been tossing and turning, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t awake.”

He grabbed your hand tightly and turned to the door.

“Now remember, the pictures-”

“Are asleep and we can’t risk waking them.” “The stairwell-”

“Moves slower at night.”

“And the staff-”

“Moves alone. I’ve got it Tom.” He nodded once.

“You were listening. Good.” He opened the door and slipped through. He had mapped out the entire school in his mind. He knew it inside and out, though you’ve never understood how. He dragged you along quietly. You stepped only where he stepped.

It was odd seeing the school at night. No longer candle lit, the portraits were all sound asleep. It felt like you and Tom were the only people in the world.

You kept walking around a corner when Tom yanked you back and shoved you against the wall. You gave him a look but he put his hand over your mouth, glancing around the corner. You heard the soft footsteps of someone walking. You stared into Tom’s eyes but he was distracted. His hand remained over your mouth.

Finally he leaned away and removed his hand. You let out a breath.

“Come. Quickly,” he whispered.

Soon you arrived at your destination. The astronomy tower. No one patrolled there and there were no spells to keep you out. The only thing you had to worry about was researchers coming up to watch the stars but rarely anyone came up there for that reason.

Once you got up the long flight of stairs you could finally breathe a sigh of relief. You had made it.

You leaned over the window, putting your hand out. Tom lit the candle in there with a spell and the small room was illuminated with fire light. You turned around to look at him and he cupped your face, kissing you harshly.

You leaned into his chest, your back arching to mold into his body. He leaned you against the window sill and hoisted you up, causing you to break away from him. You looked over the edge that you were now leaning against.

“Tom,” you breathed. “I’m going to fall.”

“You think I would let you fall?” He scoffed. His hands slid up your thighs and down your arms to your hands. He held them. “Lean back.” You laughed nervously.

“No way. I’m not doing that. Do you know how high we are? I’ve had plenty of danger for the night and we still have to go ba-”

“Lean back.” You were silent. You met his eyes. Tom and you had been acquaintances when you both first came to Hogwarts. Now you were a little bit of everything. Strangers, lovers, friends, soulmates. You were a versatile duo.

“Tom…”

“Le-” He started but you leaned back before he could finish. You were now parallel to the ground, half of your body over the edge. You gasped, looking up at the stars. You had windows in the dorms and everything but it had been a couple weeks since you had seen the stars while being outside. Tom held your hands tightly, allowing you to have this moment.

After a second he pulled you back. You wrapped your arms around him and stumbled down the window sill into his grasp. You laughed nervously, turning around to look down the view to see how high you were.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he said, hand on your hip. You gave him a look.

“I could have fallen.”

“For the last time, I won’t let you fall.”

“If you had, they would’ve caught you. Your plan would be ruined.”

“And you would be dead,” he said, crossing his arms. “A loose loose.” You smiled warmly.

“Awe look at that. Tom Riddle has a heart.”

“It’s thawing,” he said hardly, like he didn’t believe it. You put your hand on his chest, making a confused face. You leaned forward like you were listening.

“There it is. I can feel it. Beating.”

“Glad to have a second opinion.” His gaze softened. It was nice with you. He felt nice with you.

“I kinda hope they catch us,” you said, backing away from him. “Let the world know that Tom is human. That you’re just like the rest of us.”

“Don’t push it.” He wrapped his arms around you. “They’ll never catch us.”

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