Summary: Thomas The Train Discovers You Have A Celebrity Crush

summary: thomas the train discovers you have a celebrity crush

“water is not wet” you deadpan, not looking up from your herbology assignment.

“yes it is! it’s not dry is it?” nott pushes, “lestrange, help me out here”

“nope” he responds, turning the page of his book.

“you two always to gang up on-“

“(y/l/n).” tom steps into the common room. “a word.”

the two boys look at each other. lestrange gives you a knowing look, shuts his book and gets up to leave.

“i-uh, have to water my cat” nott excuses himself. you watch them two leave in betrayal.

“yes my liege?” you say mockingly, however it seems that your best friend wasn’t in the playful mood.

“what is the meaning of this?” he asks, a bit angry. your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you squint at his phone screen. a recent shirtless selfie of your celebrity crush displayed.

“yeah that’s ____, what about him?”

“read the top comment” he exhales sharply at your nonchalance. you take a closer look, your eyes go front squinting to wide open.

you i’m sobbing and throbbing

“oh my-“

“yes and that’s not all. you comment on every post” he rages, turning the screen back to him and clicking around.

“____ you’re so hot, have my children”

“i am currently ovulating”

“oh no where did my clothes go?”

“do you need a fire alarm because i can scream?” he lists. your face turning a shade of crimson darker after every comment. after sobering from the initial embarrassment, you come to a realization.

“everyone comments those things. why does it matter tom?” he stops reading and looks caught off guard.

“i-i just think that it’s not appropriate-“ this may have been the first time you witnessed him fumbled with his words. what happened to the collected, calculated slytherin prefect?

a smile creeps onto your face.

“riddle, are you jealous?”

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.

draco: “you’re a whore go wear your whore makeup you whore…”

harry: “is anybody in there?”

draco: “occupado!”

gonna go cry now brb

Mimicry

☾∘•⋅∙ FINAL •⋅∙∘☽

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Wordcount: 1k Content Warning: enough fluff to kill several fully grown men.

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You meet him in the Great Hall at nine in the morning sharp, though (predictably) Tom is early. He’s waiting at the end of the Slytherin table with an open book and a cup of steaming tea, a lemon slice floating lazily across the surface where he’s holding it nearly to his lips, clearly having been distracted by the words on his page. There’s a faint pull between the dark angles of his brows, a tiny little mark of concentration that makes you smile. “Hey,” you grin as you place your hands on the table opposite him.

Tom immediately looks up, concentration vanishing.

“Ready to go?” you prompt, bouncing once in excitement.

Instead of replying to this in any meaningful way, Tom only continues to look at you, and you catch a glimmer of something in his dark eyes before he gently sets down his tea in its saucer and stands, his book flipping itself shut where he leaves it behind on the table. “Yes,” he says with a quiet smile, stepping around the table towards you. His hand seems to nearly reach for yours as he comes your side but he hesitates, a flicker of uncertainty on his face like he’s caught himself doing something spontaneous that he’s second-guessing and he pulls back a bit –

You reach forward and take his hand, lacing your fingers together as you turn for the door pretending like you hadn’t noticed this. “Where are we going then?” you ask cheerfully, pulling him alongside with you. “Darcey told me that Honeydukes has these new sugar quill thingies that you can secretly eat in class, so that’s sort of a must for me, sorry.”

Tom is smiling at the ground when you sneak glance at him. “We can go anywhere you like,” he says, looking up at the open doors and the crisp morning outside. His hand tightens around yours a little bit, like he’s checking it’s really there.

“Oh, be careful Riddle,” you snicker, “I’ll set you up in Madam Puddifoot’s for eleven hours straight if you say things like that to me.”

“You’d enjoy that, would you?” he says smoothly, giving you a dry look. “Spending eleven hours in Madam Puddifoot’s?”

“No, but I’d enjoy how much you’d hate it,” you grin, ignoring the lingering stares from the various students filing towards the carriages at your and Tom’s entwined hands.

“Your plan is a terrible one,” Tom smirks, his gaze drifting across the chilly courtyard as you cross it. “I wouldn’t hate that in the slightest.”

Your brows raise. “Seriously?”

“You’d expect me to hate spending eleven hours alone with you?” he asks, his lips curling into a smile that borders on devious and you definitely do not blush at the sight of it. “I’m essentially an expert at the practice by now,” he finishes softly, watching your reaction with visible amusement, “and at least this way you’ll actually be able to talk to me.”

You wrench your eyes off him and fix them on the line of carriages ahead. “You know, one could call it a bit creepy how much time you’ve spent watching me sleep,” you say in a hasty attempt to regain the upper hand.

“One could,” he agrees with relentless nonchalance, “but then again, one could also call it magnificently romantic.”

Your eyes snap to his to find him smirking at you again. “Up to you, I suppose,” he says as he slips his other hand into his pocket with a glimmer in his dark eyes that makes your heart skip a beat despite yourself.

“Prick,” you say without heat, trying not to smile. “Why are you in such a good mood, then? Is the fact that you’re finally seeing the outside world? Those things there are called trees, Tom, and up there, those are clouds –”

“I go outside,” Tom interrupts dryly. “I really have no idea how you ever formed the impression that I –”

“Well for one you’re practically a ghost,” you snicker, waving at his pale face with your free hand, “oh, and then there’s the desk in the library with a Tom-shaped indent worn into it… But don’t avoid the question.”

“What question?” he says smoothly.

“What’s got you so chipper?”

Tom’s eyes slide to you. His expression holds none of the teasing humour from moments before, replaced with something heavy and quiet and calm and you blink, your heart thudding a little harder than strictly necessary like it can tell what Tom’s thinking better than you can. “Nothing,” he says quietly, watching you.

You’ve both stopped in the queue for the carriages and you’re very glad for it, because you’re suddenly aware that you’re not quite able to look away from him standing beside you, the way his winter robe casts his skin in smooth contrast and draws out the black of his hair, or how you’re close enough to see his crescent coal-coloured lashes, or how his lips are still a little swollen from kissing him yesterday, or how there’s a mark that looks suspiciously like the impression of your teeth on his throat. There’s nothing but heavy heat in his dark eyes and you try to remember what it was like to be afraid of him, but it all seems very far away now, all that coldness and anger is in some distant place on other side of the immeasurable expression on his face.

Tom leans forward slowly, calmly, his gaze unmoving from yours and you hold your breath as you watch him dip his head. He softly presses his lips to yours and your eyes fall shut, your cheeks flush, he’s temptingly warm against the nip in the air and you lean a little closer. When he gently pulls away, you fall back on your heels without having noticed coming up onto them, and you stare at him with tingling surprise.

“Just you,” Tom murmurs, and he says it with a very small, slightly tentative, but wonderfully gentle smile.

Your own smile blooms like he’s planted some of his own on your lips.

A call from ahead announcing a free carriage makes Tom look up and he quickly pulls you forward with him towards it.

There’s a long day ahead, there are shops to explore and cafes to visit, there’s tonight, there’s tomorrow, there are shadowed alcoves in the corridors and spaces behind bookshelves you’d like to pull Tom into at some point, and there’s a million things you’d like to do with him once you get there.

But right now you’ve never been so captivated by anything than you are by the sight than him glancing at you with that smile lingering on his lips and his hand holding yours.

And more pressingly.

You’ve never loved him more.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 

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diary of a witchy kid (t.m.r.)

summary: tomothy chalamets diary falls into the wrong hands…or maybe even the right ones… 

happy new years eve/new years! be safe out there. this blog is only four months old and I have enjoyed my stay so far. thank you for the encouraging messages and post appreciations y'all send! omg I can now say I have internet friends because growing up my immigrant parents wouldn't let me have any ahdkfhsfhs 

here’s my attempt at a little more serious fic but it’s not sad or anything just leaning more toward early scheming/taking over the world tom who can’t identify what a crush is ^.^

when avery dropped the book on the table, your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull. tom had a diary? in unison, lestrange, nott, and abraxas moved back in their chairs as if it were a bomb.

“avery what the bloody f*ck?” the blonde looked up at him, “what do you think you’re doing with that thing?”

“i can feel the evil oozing out of its pages…” nott whispered dramatically, grabbing onto reinhard lestranges robes while eyeing the book. you stared at the inanimate item innocently sitting in the middle of the study table. black leather. gold letters of tom marvolo riddle branded as its title. it wasn’t cracking with electricity around it, it didn’t open up to have teeth like the monster book of monsters, and there was no aura around it indicating a hex. why was everyone treating it like a cursed item?

“i thought you lot might’ve been more amused.” averys excited grin had vanished long ago. “there’s got to be hundreds of secrets-“

“except this is toms diary,” lestrange reminded, lightly pulling nott of of him to readjust his collar. “he’ll kill us if he catches us.“

you have never talked to the man the myth the legend one on one. you were new to the school this year, new to slytherin, but he didn’t seem to mind you as an addition to the group, though he never went out of his way to talk to you either. you assumed that being second ranked and distantly related to nott made you tolerable. consequently, your knowledge of tom was small. he was quiet, kept to himself, somewhat dark, and seemed to have a dominant presence over your new friends.

“when who catches you?” a flat voice appeared behind abraxas. your instincts reactively changing the diary into another book. hopefully he didn’t notice.

“merlin, he moves like a prius…” you mumbled to yourself.

“when uh…ravenclaw uh…catches these hands the next match!” nott grinned nervously. your eyes shifted toward your second cousin, curious to see how a situation like this would play out.

“ah, yes, the last one was,” lestrange coughed, “not our best.” the most recent ravenclaw game ended with avery in the hospital wing when a bludger dislocated his shoulder. rather than guarding, he was lost in a trance staring at athena lovegood smiling and waving at him in the stands. 

you watched the boys intently, dead still in their seats, anxious about the little leather book mocking them as it sat idly on the wooden surface. what was so terrifying about him?

tom didn’t respond. luckily for them, he didn’t care about quidditch. the tension is everyone’s shoulders relaxed as he turned around and ran his fingers along the spines of the books.

“i see…” he said dryly. in a panick abraxas snatched the diary off the table and tossed it to avery.

“put it back where you found it,” he whispered.

“no way, he’ll skin me!” avery deflected the task to nott, throwing it to him. nott gripped it by its spine as he glanced over his shoulder to tom who was distracted by the shelf, flipping through one of the books.

“oh hell no!” he passed it to lestrange, but before it could even land from its flight in the air, the slytherin flicked his wand, sending the book into your chest.

“no!” your arms wrapped around it instinctively, the force nearly knocking you out of the wooden chair. not sure what to do, you shoved the diary under your jumper. why did they have to involve you?

“is something wrong, (y/l/n)?” tom asked, returning the book to its spot. you froze on the spot. it might’ve been the first time he had acknowledged you by name.

“no.” you responded.

“then why did you say no?”

“me? i didn’t say that.” riddle quirked an eyebrow at you. to the average persons eye, you were your average teenage girl—good grades, gets along well with peers, but there was something else. and it wasn’t just your grades. you were effortlessly likeable by peers, charming even. professors liked calling on you and offering you more challenging work, treatment only tom received. yet of all the groups you could have inserted yourself in, you chose his. and they gladly accepted you. why? something was different, off even, but he didn’t look into it because it didn’t seem to pose as a threat. deep down, you reminded tom of himself and he didn't know how to feel about it.

“i am confident you did.”

“oh, it’s because lestrange asked if i’d be his girlfriend, so i said no.” the corner of your mouth twitched in amusement. it wasn’t much, but seeing reinhard lestrange get flustered was revenge in it of itself.

“is that true, lestrange?” tom asked.

“….yes…” he sighed in defeat, sending a deathly glare your way.

“tough…” the salazar heir tsk’d, nearly letting a grin slip at the thought of you rejecting lestrange.

*.*.*.*

the following days were surpringly not awful. tom didn’t seem to notice his missing diary, and if he did you weren’t a suspect. you didn’t know exactly what to do with it. slipping into the head boys room and placing it in a “misplaced” area was stupid. tom didn’t seem like the person to misplace things, so he would definitely get suspicious— that is if he didn’t already sense someone forcefully entered his dwelling. avery claimed that he found the diary wedged in one of toms unattended textbooks during a late night study session. surely, you could put it back into one of his books if you got close enough. you just had to get the timing right.

while you waited for that window, you read the diary. accidentally, that is.

the third day after the hot potato journal in the library, your elbow knocked over your stack of books while writing your divinations essay, the book fell open.

june 22

i hate coming back here every summer…

no, this is wrong... you shut the diary and think for a minute. 

to read this is public that is. 

you have never ran to your room so quick, which was fortunately empty.

june 22

i hate coming back here every summer. the moment i step into wools orphanage i search for the nearest spoon to kill myself with.

yikes, starting off strong i see.

june 23

madam spinsky has me washing the floorboards like orphan annie. my welcome back present from “my vacation” at “boarding school”.

june 25

abraxas has invited me to the stay at the manor. his father will take care of my transportation. maybe i’ll put the spoon down for this summer.

each entry was short, but enough to put together the important parts of tom riddle. he was an orphan, a master charismatic, and most importantly-- wizard prodigy whose talents went beyond hogwarts curriculum. he seemed to always be scheming, sought after something larger. but rather than be frightened, you were intrigued.

september 1

there is a new girl. she is attractive.

you shut the book close, eyes wide. you look up finding a 5’5 brown haired girl in pajamas.

“janey, hi,” you say breathlessly. how long has your roommate been standing there? what time was it?

“are you alright, (y/n)? you’re sweating.” she stared in concern. her eyes fell to the book in your hands, smartly disguised as a romance novel. your eyes followed.

“steamy chapter,” you grin sheepishly. not the proudest of lies you have ever told, but it did the trick.

“oh, right…” she smiles awkwardly, cheeks going red. janey proceeded to slip under covers and kill the light in her bedside lantern. from the corner of the room you were sitting in you looked around and realized your two other roommates were also fast asleep.

the next day you went to the one person you could trust.

“what the bloody hell-“ nott cursed as he felt something grip onto his ankle. “oh sh-“ he was cut off by his fall to the ground and screamed as he was dragged underneath the table.

“(y/n)! you lunatic! you ever think of contacting me, i don’t know… literally any other way?” he exhaled.

“yeah yeah whatever, i’m hiding from riddle remember. anyway, look at this…” you opened the diary.

october 4

myrtle elizabeth warren grinds my gears.

you flipped forward a couple of pages as your cousins eye brows furrowed at the sheets of paper.

october 14

(y/n) (y/l/n) did wandless magic when she thought she was alone. she might be of use.

“this one,” you pointed to the entry. “what does it mean?” nott moved closer, taking the book and bringing it up to a more comfortable eye level.

“(y/n), this page is blank.”

“hardy har har you’re a real jester, nott.” you rolled your eyes. but the concerned look on his face told you he wasn’t joking. you took the diary back and looked down at the words that were 100% there. not worried, you flipped through the pages. they were all filled.

“they’re all blank. i believe you, but i don’t see anything.” well at least he didn’t think you were crazy.

“interesting…” you whisper to yourself. returning the book was pushed even further in the back of your mind. it was one thing to want to avoid tom because of a school boy crush, but another if he was plotting something and wanted you involved.

that night you were finishing the last two weeks of entries. tom had stopped writing five days prior to Avery taking it. he talked about a chamber, but didn’t go into detail. despite feeling like you have gotten to know tom on a deeper level that any other student has (with exception to his friends), it still felt like the diary was reserved. it seems that tom riddle didn’t even trust himself enough. rightfully so i guess, because what has two thumbs and read the whole thing? this guyyy...

after october 28, the last entry, you turned the page. just cuz.

give it back

ummm that doesn’t make sense. maybe we’re seeing things. you flipped the page back to october 28, then back to the next.

the ink seemed to be appearing as if an invisible hand were writing.

i know you have it, whoever you are

with that, you shut the diary and put all your books in your enchanted bag, slinging it over your shoulder. the diary was where it always was—tucked in your waistband under your jumper. you swiftly made your way out of the back of the library scanning your path as you walked briskly.

“you…” a voice spoke from down the corridor. your head whipped to the left seeing a very familiar head boy stalking his way toward you. you were lost in shock, the library door closing with a thud woke you up.

“expelliarmus!” you waved your hand sending the wand flying out of his hand, anticipating that he might stun you. distracted for half a second from astonishment, you made a run for it. your mary janes pounded the stone floor as you sprinted down the corridor. you were sure riddle went to retrieve his wand, giving you a few seconds as a head start. but soon enough, you heard his footsteps coming after you.

“(y/l/n)!” your heart was beating in your ears as you felt your abdomen burn. the sensation grew to your chest as you pumped your legs even farther. eventually you found yourself heading toward the astronomy tower. “stop running!” you could sense him getting closer.

“expelliarmus!” the clink of the wooden object smacking against the wall distracted him again. “and stop doing that!”

you reached the top of the tower. the midnight chill hitting your face. you wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to shield yourself from the cold, slowing down as you realized there was no where else to run. you had to face whatever was to come.

tom caught himself against the wall as he made his way to the top of the steps. wand in hand.

defensively you brought yours up, prepared to duel.

“what are you doing?” tom looked at you blankly, now approaching you.

“locomotor mortis!” you chanted. he blocked it effortlessly.

“stupefy!” deflected. he keeper moving forward.

“expelli-“ a sharp breath passed your lips as you felt your upper body tip back. your upper and lower body teetering, your lower back keeping the balance against the ledge. tom grabbed onto your forearms pulling you toward him. you gasp, slowly looking up at him. why didn’t he let you fall, or push you even?

“aren’t you going to kill me?” you whispered. there haven’t been many times you have seen a a fully expressed emotion on tom riddles face. but if you weren’t quaking in your boots at the moment, you’d be more surprised at his stunned expression.

“breaking curfew isnt exactly the most heinous of crimes, (y/l/n).” your face dropped along with the tenseness in your body. 

oh. well this is awkward.

“why did you chase me then?” you looked at him like accusingly.

“because you ran first, and disarmed me before doing so.” he narrowed his eyes, “and correct me if i’m wrong (y/n), but you have been avoiding me this past week.” you gulp nervously. you have never had a personal conversation with the wizard, nonetheless be this close to him. it was beginning to feel overwhelming.

his breath was cool, you can smell mints as it fanned your face. his grip was strong on your arms, and his chest was inches from touching yours. tom sensed your unease and used it toward his advantage.

“what are you hiding?” he asked in a lower tone, pulling you closer to him. your noses were nearly touching now. tom looked down between you two.

“what is this?”

the diary.

before you could react, tom guided his hand down to the hem of your jumper. you froze still. his eyebrows were furrowed, watching his own movements. the moment his fingers met the grooves and texture of the leather bound book, his eyes shot up to yours, piercing into them. tom leaned into you more, holding the diary up beside his head. you inhaled sharply. wow he smells nice.

“you are able read it,” he mused, grinning.

“indeed” was all you could breathe out. even in the most terrifying of times your responses were always entertaining to him. you didn’t even deny it.

was he not surprised that you had it this whole time? was he even looking for it? would it even matter if it became lost if no one could read it? hotel? trivago.

“no one should be able to read it, but you can…” tom studied your face. it was an enchanted diary, made specifically for the owner and the owners eyes only. “i knew there was something about you (y/n) (y/l/n).”

it appears this diary was trouble this whole time, just in a different way the slytherin boys have warned about. it’s one thing to be an enemy of tom riddle, but something else to be of his interest.

“kiss me if i’m wrong but-“

draco immediately cuts you off with a peck to the lips. you blink at him.

“well that’s a bit of an insult, but i’ll take it”