Diary Of A Witchy Kid (t.m.r.)

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.

draco malfoy masterlist

main masterlist <-

anthology masterlist <-

fluff - angst - angst/fluff

➫ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

because she's worth it (1.4k) ↴

reader's friends find out about her secret relationship with Draco Malfoy.

what a gentleman (2.1k) ↴

reader gets drunk at a party, embarasses herself, punches a certain someone and leaves with Draco.

how to fall in love (3.8k) ↴

the twins slip a love potion to y/n and she falls in love with a certain slytherin.

honey honey (3.0k) ↴

inspired by the song honey honey by ABBA.

good old-fashioned lover boy (1.6k) ↴

inspired by the song good old-fashioned lover boy by Queen.

filthy gryffindor (1.5k) ↴

Draco and reader have to play seven minutes in heaven.

let's make a deal (2.0k) ↴

Draco and reader get hurt during a quidditch match and they wake up in the hospital wing together.

stairway to heaven (1.5k) ↴

Draco and reader are just friends. Or so she thinks.

the wronski feint (1.0k) ↴

Reader asks Viktor Krum for help and Draco gets jealous.

the girl (3.8k) ↴

Reader has a secret pen pal which turns out to be something more.

the prettiest replacement (1.1k) ↴

reader and draco attend slughorn's party.

desperately (1.5k) ↴

reader and blaise are partners in potions class and he lets something slip about a certain friend of his.

hatred, you thought. (1.9k) ↴

enemies that get trapped in the same room and have no choice but to work together to get out, inevitably leading the two of them to realize their true feelings for each other to lovers.

mere acquaintances (1.4k) ↴

“Our siblings are in an arranged marriage and so we see each other at awkward social gatherings between our two kingdoms” AU

sweet resignation (1.0k) ↴

when the reader is assigned the mission to kill the only person she learned to love and that loves her back, she has to decide what's more important: her loyalty or her love.

➫ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬

spare time pt.1 (0.4k) ↴

Draco lets you play with his hair and put daisies in it.

spare time pt.2 (0.4k) ↴

Draco braids your hair.

cold nights (0.6k) ↴

reader drags Draco outside to look at the stars.

worse than torture (0.5k) ↴

reader is trying to finish her homework, but Draco wants attention.

all of you (0.6k) ↴

Draco is insecure about his scars but reader reassures him.

a little help (0.9k) ↴

Draco struggles to ask the reader on a date.

lovebirds (0.8k) ↴

Draco decides that it's time your relationship isn't a secret anymore.

your grace (0.4k) ↴

royal au in which the reader and draco's relationship is threatened by something bigger than both of them.

the way you look tonight (0.5k) ↴

reader attends one of the Malfoys' balls at Malfoy Manor.

work of art (0.5k) ↴

artist!reader draws draco.

do something instead (0.3k) ↴

reader dreams of draco.

➫ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

explosive (5.9k) ↴

reader ends up in detention after a disastrous potion and has to spend it with Draco Malfoy, an annoying prick who is, unluckily, the best at Potions. (completed)

➫ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝

midnight mistakes (0.9k) ↴

reader returns to her dorm after a party and finds someone that shouldn't be there.

just a song away (1.7k) ↴

soulmate au in which one hears the song the other is singing in their head.

red binds (1.3k) ↴

soulmate au in which two are bound by magical red strings. when the soulmates get closer, the strings shrink too until they meet.

naevus, naevi (1.6k) ↴

friends to lovers au where reader and draco find out they both have matching birthmarks.

wouldn't you like to know (1.2k) ↴

draco and reader hate each other but a common interest might change everything.

salvation (0.3k) ↴

draco comforts you after the war.

longing (0.5K) ↴

reader tries to bake but draco won't let her.

troubles and suffering (1.2k) ↴

draco and reader attend a divination class together which results in revelations for the both of them.

starlight (0.3k) ↴

reader has to leave draco as he prepares to complete his mission.

perfect for each other (1.3k) ↴

reader is about to meet draco's parents while recalling how she ended up there in the first place.

six feet apart (0.4k) ↴

reader is late and in the rush of the moment falls down the stairs. luckily someone is there to stop her fall.

sense of guilt (1.0k) ↴

draco makes the reader fall from a tree and can't help but feel guilty.

comfort (0.2k) ↴

draco has a bad day and finds solace in reader.

saturday mornings (0.2k) ↴

draco tries to wake y/n, quite unsuccessfully.

traditions (0.7k) ↴

y/n and draco find themselves under some mistletoe.

that one perfect moment (0.4k) ↴

reader has a bad day, but a pleasant surprise changes that.

sway with me (0.4k) ↴

reader sings and dances in the common room but doesn't realize she's being way too loud.

Hi!!! I just wanted to say I LOVE everything you write, it’s so cute and I look like an idiot laughing out loud at 2AM. Pls don’t ever stop, I swear your stories are solving climate change lmao

Ahhh I love you !! I’m so happy to hear that they make you laugh because writing these helps me do so through rough times. I just have to remember that Pitbull has already been there done that. Until I am fully mentally healed I won’t stop, which won’t be soon.

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

harry: “is anybody in there?”

draco: “occupado!”

summary: early on in their relationship, reader is still a little shy around thomas thee stallion.

“may i see your notes ?” tom asked as he began to pack up. you stopped dead in your tracks, caught off guard.

“um…”

“i missed the last part she mentioned about the life line when palm reading.” he reasoned.

your divinations professor sipped her tea in the background, knowing dang well her lesson was not on palm reading that day. but you didn’t know that, and neither did the head boy. you were off doodling, while he was distracted staring at you from across the class.

“ah, i didn’t write any…” you excused, avoiding eye contact.

“don’t be silly, i saw you jotting down notes,” he grinned slightly, then stopped when he realized what he said.

professor poured more tea into her cup.

wanting to move past his slip up, he gently grabbed your books from you, hoisting them up on top of his. why were you acting so suspicious?

the salazar heir took your parchment sticking out from its spot wedged into your divinations book.

“oh” he said awkwardly, eyeing your page sized sketch of a cat.

“yeah…” you say embarrassed.

“well at least add some whiskers”

gonna go cry now brb

Mimicry

☾∘•⋅∙ FINAL •⋅∙∘☽

☆ Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 3 ☆ Part 4 ☆ Part 5 ☆ Part 6 ☆ Part 7 ☆ Part 8 ☆ Part 9 ☆ Part 10 ☆ Part 11 ☆ Part 12 ☆ Part 13 ☆ Part 14 ★ FINAL★

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. 

☆ Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 3 ☆ Part 4 ☆ Part 5 ☆ Part 6 ☆ Part 7 ☆ Part 8 ☆ Part 9 ☆ Part 10 ☆ Part 11 ☆ Part 12 ☆ Part 13 ☆ Part 14 ★ FINAL★

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