kneel | Tom Riddle

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61| the Avery mansion

"Seraphina, are you ready? We have to go or we'll be late," Tom waited impatiently for Seraphina, his back against their bedroom door and his arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched her brush her hair one more time in front of the mirror.

"Do I look ready?" She looked at him through her reflection in the mirror with an unimpressed face.

He narrowed his eyes, "Yes, you do."

"Well, I'm not," she kept brushing her hair and Tom tried not to be rude at her, for their relationship wasn't exactly in a good place and he didn't want to make things even worse. He needed her help and she really had to be cooperative.

Tom watched her silently placing a tiara crown with dark diamonds in her head and he frowned deeply, "Why are you wearing a tiara?"

"Because I'm fucking royalty," she smiled at her reflection in the mirror one last time and got up, "Also, to remind you I'm not a whore. Now, I'm ready."

"Seraphina, how many times have I told you that I never asked you to be a whore? You're being unnecessarily dramatic," he opened the door at her and followed her to the living room. She looked at her reflection one more time in the mirror they had on the hall, "You look beautiful," Tom said, looking at the black material hugging her curves.

Her light brown hair was straightened, reaching her lower back and the tiara on her head truly made her look even more powerful, "Thank you."

The last days, after Tom explained Seraphina his plan they hadn't been on the best terms. They tried not to talk about it too much, but whenever the matter was brought up again they would immediately start yelling at each other. So the tension between them was more than evident and none of them wanted to compromise their position.

"Tom, can I ask you something?" She asked as he gave her the floo powder and they walked to their fireplace.

"It depends."

He heard her black high heels touching the ground soundly and waited for her to join his side, "I don't want to talk to my parents, I don't even want to smell them. I bet they don't want to see me either, but they will still do it for social purposes."

"And you want me to keep them away from you?" the corners of his lips tugged upwards with the irony of her asking something from him when she rudely refused his request.

"Yes, please, they'll do anything you want."

Tom tilted his head to the side, diving the floo powder he had on his palm with her, "It depends on how generous I will feel tonight, love."

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Once they arrived at the mansion, they were impressed by the number of wizards that were already there, since the pair was supposed to arrive earlier than everyone else. The big room where the ball was being held was perfectly decorated and ornamented, resembling the aristocracy that characterized Avery's family.

Everyone was impeccably dressed, the witched wearing the most expensive gowns with the most varied colors and the wizards with expensive suits. While everyone looked undoubtedly handsome, the truth was that no man could ever be compared to Tom Riddle. By her side, Tom looked effortlessly gorgeous wearing a dark expensive suit and with his hair perfectly combed. Despite his origins, Tom truly looked like a king, superior to everyone else.