my riddle to solve (tom riddle)

thirty-one

(Adelaide Hanson, created by me on art breeder<3)

warnings// disturbing scenes involving blood and possession

The corridors were dimly-lit from snowflakes reflecting off the glass windows and the occasional candelabra that held enchanted candles. A few ghosts floated about and the footsteps of the Hufflepuff Prefect could be heard. Joslyn knew the schedules and rotations of her fellow Prefects, and she was more than happy to divulge that information to Adelaide and I. We of course invited her to come along with us, but she admitted to having a bit of a stomach ache after over-indulging during dinner.

"Are you positive that you know where we are going?" I asked my friend as we ducked behind a statue of armor.

"Absolutely. We're nearly there," she assured me. The two of us were dressed in long skirts and thick stockings, wanting to combat the cold we would soon be facing. The passageway that Lestrange had told her about led straight to the cellar of Honeydukes, which granted us access to all of Hogsmeade and the nearby Muggle town. I had not been to Hogsmeade since that one day with Abraxas, the one where we had a strange interaction with a group of Muggle boys.

"Here it is! I've always thought this statue was particularly ugly, but now I suppose I do not mind it so much." Adelaide happily led us over to the one-eyed witch, tapping her wand to it while murmuring a sort of password. "Dissendium!" The hump of the statue slowly creaked open to reveal a short slide, one that led to a tunnel.

To my great surprise, the tunnel was quite wide and well-maintained. It was nothing like those horrible things under the opera house. My heart thumped with excitement; I had never snuck off of the Hogwarts grounds before, unless you counted the Forbidden Forest. The walk took us nearly an hour, but I was happy to have time alone with my friend.

Turns out, Riddle had been absolutely livid after the Grindelwald attack. He was furious that the locket had not been at Borgin and Burkes like expected, and even more angry that everyone had managed to get captured.

"He's quite scary when he's angry. But he's been in a good mood recently, probably because of you," she explained, her winter boots kicking up a bit of dirt. "Fuck him more often, and everyone's life will be much easier."

"I doubt that I'm the cause of anything. It's not as if he wasn't having sex already; he's probably just happy that our families took a step back on the marriage thing."

"He wasn't having sex, at least not as frequently as he did before. Alcott and Rosier say that he hasn't brought any girls back to his dorm since October. Probably too busy planning world-domination," she joked as she tossed locks of hair behind her shoulders. I smiled, although I found myself wondering if what the boys had told her was true. "How was it? Does Malfoy know that you two did it in his house?"

"Merlin, no. That particular piece of information never needs to be revealed to him," I told her with a laugh. I hoped that Riddle had taken a moment to clean up before he left, or at least make the bed. "It was alright. Tom's a wonderful kisser."

"Just alright? Give me some details, Ophelia! This is the most eventful thing that has happened in weeks!" Although I would argue that last statement to be false, I simply rolled my eyes before divulging more information to her.

"Honestly, it was like we couldn't get enough of each other. I had bruises all over my hips and thighs the next morning. It's so hot when he moans, and he does this one thing where he sort of nibbles on my ear; that drove me absolutely insane."

"I'm disappointed that you didn't do it just a bit sooner. Rosier bet on Christmas Eve, so now everyone owes him money," she sulked. I frowned and gave her a smack to the arm.