stubborn girl//tom marvolo riddle

chapter 1// lighting the match that starts the forest fire

hello lovelies, for a better reading experience, i suggest you listen to classical or orchestral music and read in a dark room so your thought are clear and calm. this is a very thrilling first chapter so...prepare. xo

-scroop

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November 23, 1944. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Quinn Rosier, the perfect, 7th year, 17 year old daughter of Geriant and Alianne Rosier was in some very, very deep shit. She was sitting on a cold wooden table in a chillingly dark and empty classroom, breathing shakily. Her heart beats hard and quick, as a rough, calloused hand runs across her neck, pressing firmly into her trachea. Her small, desperate whimpers are the only sounds that fill the room. Quinn struggles for air as she looks up into the dark brown orbs of him that burn into hers, so desperate to break her and every bit of her innocence. The hand tightens more and more around her soft neck, her mouth opens a bit, her plump pink lips separate and let out a gasp. She clutches the wrist of the large hand and squeezes it, in hopes of showing him she needed some air. The hand falls off her neck, letting her gasp for air desperately, she releases her grip on the pale wrist. He chuckles darkly and smirks, he leans forward and rests his hands on either side of her legs. Leaning close to her terrified face.

"You're gonna get undressed, and you're gonna keep your eyes on me. And when I speak, you're going to be a good girl." He says in his deep voice, his eyes piercing into Quinn's amber ones. Quinns breath hitched as a single finger of his is lifted from the table and onto her thigh, rubbing back and forth gently, chills ran down her spine and she felt her heat pulsate with need.

"Understand?" He asked in a low voice, putting his tongue in his cheek and tilting his head a bit to the side. His finger stopped caressing her and moved off her thigh. Quinn took a while to answer, making him raise his eyebrows in a threatening manner. She nods her head as she bit her lip in fear, he smirks widely and steps away from her.

Quinn keeps her eyes locked on him as he slowly backs into a desk across from her and sits on it, leaning back on his hands, a shit eating grin on his face. She takes a deep breath in preparation for what's to come, she knew that from here on out things would never ever be the same for her. Right now she could stand up, run out of the room and down the hallway, screaming for help, but she wasn't going to do that. Quinn was going to get undressed for this god awful boy.

Quinn reluctantly brought her fingers to the buttons of her shirt and unbuttoned the first one painfully slowly. He watches in anticipation as her fingers slide an inch down to the second button, which would potentially expose cleavage. Quinn keeps her eyes nervously locked on his as she undoes the second then third button. Her clothed breasts are now almost completely visible, he keeps his eyes locked on hers, not wanting to see anything until Quinn was completely stripped down.

Quinn unbuttons her last few buttons quicker than the rest, worried that he would grow impatient with her, her shirt is now entirely unbuttoned and hangs open, exposing her toned core and her white lace bralette, which perfectly held her small breasts. She reluctantly moved her hands right over her bum and traced her finger along the waistband of her skirt, looking for the zipper. She feels the cold metal zipper and wraps two fingers around it, pulling it down. He smirks even wider when he hears the ever exciting sound of the zipper. This smirk slightly scared Quinn.

She slowly pulled the black skirt down her legs and to her ankles, she stepped out of the skirt, still maintaining deadly eye contact with him. Quinn reluctantly pulls her arms out of her shirt, one arm at a time. She sets the white shirt down onto the floor and stands up straight, fixing her posture. He chuckles and lets his eyes wander from Quinns down her body. He smirks as she turns her head and swallows. She looked away as she felt his burning gaze on her exposed body, ashamed with herself.