Tʜᴇ Dᴀʀᴋ Lᴏʀᴅ's Aɴɢᴇʟ | Tom Riddle √

96: A Quiet Evening

Cassiopeia felt a soft peck on her cheek, and as she turned, she found Tom looking down at her, concern in his eyes.

"Darling, are you alright?" Tom inquired, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "Hey, you tired?"

She nodded, her eyes meeting his as he propped his elbow against the mattress.

"We've finished dinner," Tom informed her. "Shall I bring you some food?"

"I'm not hungry, love," Cassiopeia replied, her hand softly tracing his cheek. A warm smile played on her lips. "I'm just tired, and I've missed home, you, and Kreacher."

Tom lay down on the bed, and the weight of his gaze settled on her. He spoke again, his tone grave, "Draco told me what happened with Nott. It's not good to act that way. He's our guest."

"But he humiliated Kreacher," Cassiopeia's brow furrowed, and her fingers continued their gentle exploration of Tom's cheek and jawline. "I hate the Nott family."

"You should control your temper," he advised, his lips nearly touching her fingertips. "What are you doing?"

She chuckled, removing her fingers from his lips. "I'm just admiring you, Tom."

"Wait, I have something to show you," she said, climbing off the bed. "Where's my bag?"

Tom pointed to her bag on the couch. She quickly retrieved it, pulling out a diary from the previous year. Flipping through the pages, she found a sketch and settled back on the bed.

"I sketched this when I was in year five," she explained. "I forgot to show you."

She extended the diary, revealing a drawing she had made after a particularly vivid dream. Tom eagerly took the book, his eyes darting between the sketch and her.

"That's wonderful, Cassie," he marveled. "You're quite talented."

"Thank you," she grinned, watching him inspect the sketch. "Do you like it?"

"Absolutely," he assured her, leaning in for a slow and passionate kiss. Their lips met in a tender embrace, and Cassiopeia's fingers danced in his hair. She had missed this connection deeply.

"I missed you so much, love," Tom confessed as their lips parted. "After two months, we'll be able to return to Hogwarts together."

"Has my uncle arranged everything?" she inquired, her hand firmly holding his.

"Yes, and I told them something else," Tom revealed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I told them I'm going to marry you after graduation."

Cassiopeia gasped, instantly imagining her uncle's reaction. "Seriously? What did he say?"

Tom shrugged, a contented smile on his face. "He was honored to have me as a part of his family."

"That's quite the news," she murmured, slipping beneath the sheets. "It seems like everything is settled."

Tom, however, noticed her drowsiness. "Are you going to sleep?"

Cassiopeia nodded, covering her face with the sheets. "I'm too lazy."

Tom, determined to ensure she was well taken care of, playfully removed the covers, eliciting a curse from her. "No, you should get cleaned up."

Cassiopeia frowned, puzzled by his sudden insistence. "Are you going to join me?"

A smirk curled on Tom's lips as he took her hand, guiding her out of bed. "You said you're lazy. If I'm there, you won't feel that."

Cassiopeia giggled as she gracefully stepped out of bed. Before Tom had joined her, she had already entered the bathroom and discarded her clothes.

Under the warm, cascading water, she felt the refreshing sensation wash over her, soothing her very soul. The sound of his approaching footsteps caught her attention, and the next thing she felt was his warm lips on her shoulder, his hands resting gently on her waist.

"Still lazy?" he breathed into her ear, his fingertips tracing the contours of her stomach.

She shook her head and arched her back against his bare chest, closing her eyes. The water droplets ran down her body, causing goosebumps to appear, though they were hardly noticeable amid the water's embrace. She cherished every moment, wanting to live for as long as she could if it meant she could have moments like these. He was the perfect man in her life.

"You smell different," he observed as she turned around to meet his eyes. "Did you change your shampoo from strawberry to mint?"

Cassiopeia rolled her eyes, remembering her dislike for the scent. "No, it's Draco's. I stayed in his room half the year because Pansy and Blaise took over the dorm I shared with Pansy."

"Ah, I see," he replied, reaching for the shampoo. "Turn around, darling."

"Are you going to wash my hair?" she raised an eyebrow, and he nodded, chuckling.

"Wow!" Cassiopeia turned around, pulling her hair back to give him access. His long fingers began to massage her scalp, creating a comforting sensation.

"You're a kid," he chuckled, continuing to work the shampoo up to the tips of her hair. "I've been waiting to do this."

"Really?" she grinned as he gently pulled her hair back to rinse off the shampoo. "Can you do this every day?"

"Why not?" his chuckle filled the bathroom. "I'd do it for the rest of my life."

"Being romantic, are we?" she giggled as she felt his soaped hands moving over her shoulders. "I love you, Tom."

"I love you more, darling," he responded, his soapy hands gliding across her body. Her lips emitted silent moans as his hands moved sensuously over her skin, focusing on her breasts. She arched back into his chest, biting her lip whenever their skin met, sending shivers down her spine.

Once he had finished showering her, Tom turned off the water and gently dried her hair with a fluffy towel. He then wrapped the towel around her, turning her to face him. Cassiopeia pecked his lips, a smile gracing her face.

"Thank you," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. She caressed his cheek with her cold hand as he kissed her palm.

"Now you can have a better sleep, darling," he assured her, his love and affection evident in his sweet chuckle.

Author's Note

Chapter thoughts??

~ monoceros_x 💕