The heir of slytherin[tom riddle]

five

The emerald glowing green of the common room oozed of heat, sweat and movement. There were people everywhere. The sound of chatter, laughing and music echoed off the walls and out the rusted pipes along the ceiling sides.

The movement of bodies against each other in the same motion snakes would slither around their prey, just before catching them with it's bared fangs, injecting its sweet venom and taking it home as dinner for the night.

As the male walked deeper into the crowded sexual tension of bodies, smells of exquisite and expensive perfumes and cologne filled his senses, making him ease more into the atmosphere.

He heard the bellowing laugh of Dimitri cut through the crowd, his eyes following after the sound to see his best friend standing on top of a table, his arm hung lazily from Yasmin's shoulder as she held a shot of whatever concoction Edgar had put together.

Edgar Nott was one of the most intelligent students of their year. Top of the class for nearly every subject, securing deals from potions he created from scratch and being the King of Slytherin parties. No one could put something together quite like Edgar Knott. If Tom could bet anyone who would go down in history for something it would be the male who was currently hurled over a bucket in the far end corner of the room.

Dimitri had tried to coerce Tom into being friends with Edgar for reasons such as being able to take potions from him whenever they wanted but Tom had declined. Edgar was too loud for his more refined taste in companions.

Dimitri being the only exception to this of course.

His eyes glazed over the rest of the overcrowded room in search for the female he had pursued earlier in the night. He didn't feel up to the mood to strike up a conversation with someone new, rather he knew what that female wanted and he was more than willing to take his share of the bargain.

A streak of blonde caught his vision.

Serene stood by the far end, her arms wrapped around an unfamiliar males neck, her hips swayed in the same motion to the loud pumping music. Her eyes, they were locked on Tom's and her lips curved into the same smirk she wore everywhere.

Seems she had gotten over her little temper tantrum.

He looked away from her and proceeded to look for the female, pushing past people in order to get to the other side of the room.

"Tom is it" He heard a voice speak up from behind him as he reached the table at the end of the room. Turning around swiftly, his view caught a female looking back at him, she was shorter than him had black hair which reached just above her prevalent collarbones. Her eyes were slanted and held a sparkle for trouble "I saw you talking to moaning myrtle earlier, are you a friend of hers?" Her thick London accent cut through the air.

He looked down to the female, his eyes flickering up to serene as she still watched him "now why would i let myself associate with a mud blood" his hands slid down to the female's waist as her arms snaked up and around his neck.

The girl spoke again, her voice now softened as she let a chuckle pass through the perfect cupid's bow of her lips "My name is sybil, it's a pleasure to meet the heir of Slytherin"

"The pleasure is all mine" he smirked, lowering his hands as she swayed her hips to the slow hum of the music.

After a few moments of small talk and sexual dancing he suggested they grab some alcoholic drinks to which she happily obliged.

"I'll be back in a moment" she smiled up at Tom as she walked to the door where someone had beckoned for her.

"Are you really that thick"