Libidine. (Tom Riddle x Reader)

x. Incendio

I awoke from my slumber, I felt quite refreshed from last nights sleep as I got to sleep in today. It was a Sunday so not much was going on at Hogwarts. I decided to dedicate the day to studying, i've been so caught up in this foolish drama with Tom and his journal and such that I've been doing poorly in school. If my parents found out, I'd be dead. I wouldn't be surprised if they used the Cruciatus curse on me.

I pulled out my velvety-textured books from my bag and my cigarette case, it was pure gold and had such complex designs etched into it. I started smoking more recently due to the stress that was laid upon me. Not the best coping mechanism, but it did make me feel like a badass in some ways. It made me feel the power that I deeply wanted. Not even wanted, but needed. I needed the power. What an excuse... right Y/N? Quite pathetic. If my twin brother, who I love dearly might I add, Abraxas found out, I'd be getting a lovely howler from my selfish parents.

A howler is a letter, mostly from your guardians, that's shoved into a blood red envelope, the magic part of it is that the sender talks through it, it's usually only sent when you've done something to make the sender upset. Smoking would be a great example as to why someone would be sent a howler. Possibly even crashing a magical car into a tree, though that's never happened at Hogwarts. They are very loud, and very embarrassing. You open them in front of everyone, which typically causes an uproar in the hall. I would never want to receive one, which is why I try to avoid getting in trouble.

I pulled one out of the elastic band and pushed the slim cigarette to my lips, and inhaled softly while casting a spell to light the end of it on fire.

"Incendio" I calmly said. I took a long drag from the cigarette and inhaled. The smoke filled my lungs, and I felt all my troubles melt away. I raised my head up and blew the smoke upwards. Luckily magic can get rid of the smell and visual smoke. I got slightly light headed from the buzz the cigarette gave me. My absolute favorite part.

I began writing down notes for potions class, taking drags from the cigarette every once in a while. I heard a knock at my door, though I decided not to respond. I wanted to finish this cigarette, I'd prefer not to waste it, but then I heard a familiar spell,

"Alohomora" was said quietly, then the latch to my door clicked. To my surprise, Tom Riddle was standing in my door way, right beneath the frame. He was slightly leaning against it, his hair messily placed above his eyes. He had slight eye bags & looked quite tired.

"Hello Y/N. You seem to be studying, but I just wanted to stop by. Today's rather boring as i've got nothing to do but study as well. Mind giving me a cigarette?" He said with a soft smirk on his face.

He truly never failed to win me over, I could never say no to his face. I took in all his facial features, his carved cheekbones, and his beautiful dark eyes. They seemed to engulf the last bits of my attention, which was quite limited as my attention span is quite short.

"Well? We can just hang out in here, Malfoy. It's been a couple days, we must catch up before classes tomorrow." Tom finally said after allowing me to observe him for just a little longer.

"Sure, come sit." I finally replied as he shut the door to my dormitory with the flick of his wand.

We sat in silence for just a few seconds, until he finally decided to speak up.

"So, when did you start smoking, love? You know it's terribly bad for you, correct? I wouldn't want you to ruin your own health." He said as he pushed the cigarette to his slightly chapped, pale lips.

"Eh, a while ago, really. Stress has gotten to me. Being a prefect, and having to be a perfect child isn't very easy, you must know. Please inhale so I can light it." I finally replied as i lit his cigarette by using the same spell as I used on my own earlier.

He softly inhaled as i said Incendio. I'll be completely honest here, he looked extremely attractive while smoking. It suit him, but at the same time it didn't. I never would've thought of Tom smoking. He seemed like too much for a 'good kid', other than killing and petrifying people of course...

We sat in my dorm for the rest of the day while I took notes and we joked here and there. It was nice to casually chat with Tom again. Everything's been quite weird lately.

We said our goodnights, and he gave me a soft kiss on my forehead, which left my cheeks brushed with a light rosy color. As he finally left my dorm, I flopped back onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. I couldn't help but smirk. Tom was ironically the light in my fucked up life.

Hi! Sorry for such a short chapter lovelies, I plan on writing more now though. Hope everyone's doing well! My head hurts like hell due to this fucking virus, but all will be well, I hope.

- V.