𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄; 𝐭.𝐦.𝐫

𝐗𝐈𝐈

[ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ɪɴ ʜɪs sᴡᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ :,)]

-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 12-
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𝐈𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

"𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐑 𝐈-" 𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃...

As he climbed up the stairs, trailing behind Dippet.

"You ask every year, Tom. You know the answer." He grumbled. Tom sighed.

"But sir-"

"Mr. Riddle, only students that have a letter of permission to stay are allowed to remain at school for the holidays." He stated. Y/n watched at the end of the winding steps with a frown, as Tom's shoulders fell in defeat.

"I-"

"Goodnight Mr. Riddle." Dippet stated, turning and walking down the hall. Tom stood still for a moment, before slowly turning, stopping as soon as y/n stepped into his line of vision.

"What do you need, De Lune?" He asked. Y/n didn't say anything for a moment, only glanced at him sympathetically. She'd wished she could hug him, but she's sure she'd known what response she'd get from it.

"You know, I have room at my house you-"

"No, absolutely not. You weren't even supposed to hear that." Tom scolded.

"Please, my parents won't mind, I promise. It's better than an orphanage." Y/n consuls, stepping up one more step, still looking up at Tom, who towers over her. He's silent for a moment, drinking in the way the candlelight made her skin glow.

"Your boyfriend won't like that."

"He'll understand." She snaps back. Tom glares at her. This would be a perfect opportunity for him to infiltrate her further, take in more information to use against her.

"Fine." He grumbles. Y/n smiles, clapping her hands together.

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow." She said with a smile. Tom nods slowly, stuffing his trembling hands into the pockets.

"How did you manage that?" Marina ask, dumbfounded.

"Well, I felt bad for him, really. No one should spend Christmas alone in an orphanage. That's so sad." Y/n mutters, placing her clothes in her trunk.

"Remarkable, truly De Lune I don't know how you managed to give Tom Riddle a soul." Marina teases. Y/n sniffles, sitting down beside Marina.

"Oh no, Lo. He'll come around, okay?" She whispers. Y/n shakes her head.

"No he won't." She replies.

"He hates me." She continues. Marina sets y/n's head on her shoulder, tracing her hand against her friends h/c hair.

"Besides, you have Charlie now, right?" Marina reassures. Y/n stops for a second.

"Right...." she whispers, as a knock sounds through the dorm.

"It's open." Marina said. The door mopens, to reveal Tom. Y/n's back immediately straightens.

"Yes?"

"I was just....Charlie wants to talk to you...and we're all about to leave." He states, quickly shutting the door again. Y/n slowly stood, flattening out her dress.

"Go get em..." Marina encouraged. Y/n smiles, walking to the door, opening it before going to find Charlie.

The train ride to London was gruelling. Marina and Narcissa chatted amongst themselves. Charlie and Reign had been staying at Hogwarts for Christmas, so she couldn't sit with them. So, she sat, stuck in a compartment with a sleeping Lucius and Avery, her bestfriends that had completely left her out, and Tom, who read, and occasionally looked up at her with a glare before returning back to his book.

Part of her was glad he was coming with her instead of staying at Hogwarts. Charlie wasn't the most understanding about Tom staying with her family.

"Fishy if you ask me..." he grumbled.

Y/n had promised no funny business, and that he could grope her next time they made out as long as he wouldn't get angry with her. He accepted this offer.

"Miss. De Lune..." her driver stated from behind her and Tom, who looked around aimlessly for him.

"Ah! Hello." She said. Joe smiled at her.

"Is this the house guest?" He asked, eyeing the lanky, ebony haired boy that stood before him. Y/n nodded, her gloved hands falling to the hem of her skirt. Coming back home meant dressing prim and proper again. Skirts with corsets and sweaters with knee socks and heels, an ensemble her mother would approve of. No red, of course. Her mother always disapproved of her wearing red. She'd never gotten an explanation for this, but didn't push for one. Tom shook Joe's hand, adjusting the watch y/n had gotten him, to go with the white sweater and black trousers y/n had forced him to wear.

"This sweater is itchy." He whispered to y/n.

"I'm sorry, I just...I didn't want them to say anything to you about what you're wearing." Y/n mumbled back to him as joe took their trunks and placed them into the car. Tom nodded.

"Can i please take it off" he whined, as they crawled into the back seat. Y/n sighed, glancing at it. She stifled a laugh as Tom itched his neck from the fabric.

"Fine." She groaned, reaching into the large shopping bag of things she had bought for him, for his stay. She pulled out a white t-shirt and a black blazer. Tom quickly pulled off the itchy turtle neck, handing it to a now flustered y/n, before pulling the t-shirt and blazer on.

"Thanks." Tom said, pretending as nothing had happened.

"Y-yeah sure." Y/n whispered, folding the white sweater and placing it in her lap. It radiated his body heat, and his scent. The same thing she'd smelled in her amortentia. Her heart fluttered for a moment.

Maybe bringing him wasn't a good idea.

Zada says: shit has hittith the fan.
(If u get that reference ily)