tom riddle one-shots

piano

I had spent the past few hours in the drawing room with the others, trying to drown out my sorrow. As usual, Lestrange was drunk. He sat next to me on one of the velvet sofas, a bottle of Firewhisky in his arms.

"What's got you down in the dumps?" he asked while swinging his leg over mine in a playful manner. I sighed and turned towards him.

"Tom. What else would it be?" I said with a sigh. Lestrange wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me down onto the couch with him.

"Not surprising. The thing about Riddle, is that he's no fun. What did he do this time sweetheart?"

"Actually, I think it's on me this time. We were arguing over the Chamber and I ended up storming off." Lestrange took a large swig of firewhisky before speaking to me again.

"Hmm. He still doesn't want you to help him I assume?" I nodded and my friend squeezed my hand reassuringly.

"Honestly, forget about him. He's a Capricorn, they're all insane." I laughed and adjusted the strap of my dress. Lestrange started to ramble and I tuned him out. His mere presence was enough to calm me down, and after about a half-hour or so I felt a bit better.

I watched from a distance as everyone eventually left to go to sleep, but I stayed behind. I knew that I needed to talk with Tom, so I made my way down the hallway, heading towards his room. It was around 11 pm, so the manor was relatively quiet. As I approached the library, I could hear that someone was playing piano. I slipped through the glass doors and saw that a figure was in fact sitting in front of the grand piano. I let out a loud breath, announcing my presence.

"Hello, darling," Tom said in a soft voice. I bit my lip and made my way over to the bench he was sitting on, and slid down next to him. He continued to move his fingers across the keys, playing an intricate song that I had never heard before. I saw that the golden ash tray sitting on top of the piano had a fresh cigarette butt in it, and I could smell a bit of lingering smoke. I let my head fall against Tom's shoulder and he didn't protest.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have stormed off like I did," I whispered. Tom took one of his hands off the piano to gently rub my leg in a comforting gesture.

"It's alright, darling. I'm not upset with you." He let the song he was playing die out slowly.

"I love hearing you play the piano. You're amazing at it," I told him. Tom smiled and brought his other hand up to my face. He traced my jawline slowly with his thumb.

"You know why I don't want you involved, right?" His dark eyes stared at mine, and I could tell he was sympathetic.

"Yeah. You want me to be safe," I said quietly. He nodded and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I'm worried for you, Tom. You know how much you mean to me." My boyfriend sighed and gently ran his thumb over my lips.

"I know, my darling. You don't need to be. I promise you that everything is going to turn out just fine." I nodded and looked down at our feet, trying my best to believe him. We sat there in silence for a few minutes before he tilted my head up towards his.

"Has everyone else gone to bed"

"Yeah. It's just us and the house-elves now," I said with a nod. Tom smiled and pressed a warm kiss to my cheek.

"Alright. You looked tired, Love. You should probably get some rest." I leaned myself against him and intertwined my hand with his. He got the hint and stood up, pulling me with him.

"My room or yours?" he asked softly.

"Yours. Mine is still a bit of a mess from earlier," I admitted. He shrugged and we walked out of the library, into the dimly lit hallway. Tom rubbed his thumb in circles on my hand as we made our way to his bedroom. As soon as we entered, the comforting smell of Tom's cologne and cigarettes filled my nose.

"As lovely as you look in that dress, I doubt it will be very comfortable to sleep in. Do you want one of my sweaters?" I nodded and he went to his wardrobe to pick one out for me. Under my pale-blue dress I was wearing a pair of white thigh-high socks. The kind that drove my boyfriend absolutely insane with lust.

I decided to keep them on.

Tom handed me a black fuzzy one, and I was delighted when I realized that it still had a bit of his scent lingering on it. I quickly slipped my dress off and pulled the sweater over my head, all while Tom watched with a slight smirk.

"You're feeling quite confident tonight, aren't you my darling?" I shrugged and plopped down onto his bed, running my hand against the silky sheets.

"Do you still have that one book about vampires?" Tom nodded and pointed to the nightstand.

"Yes. I don't know why you'd want to continue reading it though, I thought it was quite dull." I laughed and reached for the leather-bound book

"I think that's what the author might have been going for. Besides, you say that about everything Tommy." I leaned back against the headboard and pulled one of the blankets over me. Tom smiled, happy that I was settling in easily. It was as if our conversation earlier had never happened. Although both of us knew that it would have to be continued later.