Tʜᴇ Dᴀʀᴋ Lᴏʀᴅ's Aɴɢᴇʟ | Tom Riddle √

105: A Dark Bargain

"It's brilliant, Cassie," Tom complimented on their way to the Great Hall during their free period. "If you took the ring, he would definitely suspect you more."

Cassiopeia couldn't help but smile at his praise. "Did I hear that I'm brilliant from Tom Riddle's mouth?" She teased, and Tom playfully covered her mouth with his hand.

"You could say it louder, dummy," Tom responded with a hint of sarcasm. Cassiopeia's eyes widened, and she mumbled something incoherent as Tom raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Cassiopeia tugged at his hand and then spoke. "Take your hand away to speak, idiot. I forgot."

Tom couldn't tear his gaze away from her as they walked. She was captivating, and he couldn't help but wonder what he had done to have her in his life.

"Enjoying the view, Raven?" Cassiopeia playfully mocked, turning to face him. "It's not a good thing to stare, love."

She stuck her tongue out and took a step forward, but Tom couldn't control himself any longer. She was like a drug to him. In a sudden, passionate moment, he pulled her into an empty corridor, pressing her back against the stone wall. Before she could utter a word, he pressed his lips to hers.

Cassiopeia dropped her bag to the floor, and Tom did the same, wrapping his arms around her as they melted into the kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, and her arms encircled his neck. He slid his tongue inside her mouth, resting his hands on her waist. Pressing himself against her, he elicited a moan from Cassiopeia. Nibbling her bottom lip and dragging it down seductively,

Tom planted kisses on her tanned jawline, and on neck, sucking the sweet spot of her neck as she moaned his name again. He left a mark on her neck, marking her as his own. She was his, and he couldn't get enough of her.

"All I knew was I couldn't take my eyes and hands off from her," Tom thought. "She belongs to me, only to me."

Just as their passion reached its peak, Pansy's voice interrupted them from the other side of the corridor.

"Cassie!! I saw you and Tom were going there," Pansy's voice echoed from the other side.

Tom reluctantly pulled himself away from Cassiopeia, watching her catch her breath. He quickly covered the hickey on her neck, adjusting her shirt collar, and gave her one last peck on the lips before grabbing their bags.

"Your friend is quite an interruption," Tom shook his head, slightly annoyed. Cassiopeia, still panting, leaned against the wall without saying a word.

"Here, you there," Pansy exclaimed as she approached them. "Are you okay? You seemed exhausted."

"I—I'm alright, just feeling unwell," Cassiopeia lied, holding her head. She even added that she had a terrible headache, as if to divert suspicion. "Having a terrible headache too,"

Tom couldn't help but chuckle at Cassiopeia's excuse. Pansy playfully hit the back of his. "Don't smile when your girlfriend isn't well, you idiot."

"Come, darling, let's meet Madame Pomfrey."

Tom watched as Pansy, with Draco by her side, took Cassiopeia's hand and led her away. It was clear that Pansy was a good friend to Cassiopeia, despite past incidents.

"Draco, I need to talk to you," Tom stated as he approached the blonde boy. "Alone."

Draco hesitated. "Any issue?"

Tom smirked, reaching out to Draco. "Well, I need you to do one thing—something you couldn't do last time."

"What?" Draco gasped, stepping away. "No way, I won't kill anyone, and if you force me, I'll tell Cassie."

Tom's words seemed to spill from Draco's mouth uncontrollably, his pale skin turning even paler.

"Cassie?" Tom laughed, shaking his head. "I never thought Malfoys were hiding behind girls, huh?"

Draco scowled, his fists clenched. "You have no right to talk to me like that. I'll never do it, and I won't let you harm Cassie with your stupid games."

He turned around to walk away, but abruptly stopped when Tom spoke again.

"You know what, Draco," Tom shrugged, facing Draco's back. "I can give you options: kill him, or get killed by me, or cut off everything with Cassie."

Draco clenched his fists and turned around, gripping Tom's collar. His body was tense, and Tom couldn't help but enjoy the moment.

"Just choose the easiest option," Tom smirked. "I know you won't stop staying with Cassiopeia because you two are close, and you also don't want to kill him. Then I guess Lucius is going to lose the heir of Malfoy."

Draco pushed Tom away, giving him a death glare, and retrieved his wand.

"Don't think I'm going to kill you only," Tom straightened his robe as Draco furrowed his brows, his hands almost trembling. "Your mother is there, but I know you don't care about your father."

"You fucking bastard," Draco pointed his wand at Tom. "If you ever lay a finger on my mother, I will kill you."

"Kill me, huh?" Tom laughed, knowing Draco wasn't capable of doing it. The young Malfoy's hands were almost shaking. "Go on, Draco Malfoy."

Draco opened his mouth, but before he could respond, Tom swiftly disarmed him with a flick of his wand. It was clear that Draco's attempt to threaten him was feeble.

"Do you think you are capable of killing a wizard like me, Malfoy?" Tom shook his head condescendingly. "So pathetic. Anyway, I need your answer."

"I'll kill him," Draco panted, looking away. He retrieved his wand from the floor and turned around. "But if Cassie found out about this, don't think she will love you like she does now."

Tom couldn't help but taunt the blond further. "Don't be dramatic," he said, his voice laced with amusement, as he walked away from Draco. "I know you're upset since she chose me over you."

Tom Riddle's mind swirled with dark intentions and sinister plans. He watched Draco Malfoy disappear into the crowd, his thoughts consumed by the impending choices Tom had set before the young Malfoy heir.

The weight of Tom's ambitions pressed upon Draco. He longed to eliminate Dumbledore, a thorn in his side that preventing Harry Potter to be killed, and create the Horcruxes that would tether him to Cassiopeia forever. He envisioned a future where nothing and no one could come between them, where their dark love would reign supreme.

But the possibility of Draco's failure loomed large. Tom knew he couldn't trust the young Malfoy completely, and the contingency plan was already in place. If Draco faltered, if he couldn't carry out the sinister act that Tom had asked of him, then another path lay open—a path drenched in blood; killing both Narcissa and Draco Malfoy.

Tom couldn't afford to be stopped or slowed down. He was determined to achieve immortality, to wield ultimate power, and to make Cassiopeia his in every sense of the word. The game was afoot, and he would stop at nothing to win it.

A/N

Rude and selfish, isn't he?

Will Draco tell Cassie or not? Any guesses?

Hope you still had the same interest as it was from the beginning.

Stay safe and love y'all <3

Let's meet in the next chapter :)

~ monoceros_x 🦄