𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 ~ 𝚃𝚁

Fundraiser

(TW TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, AND MENTIONS OF RAPE)

I froze. I expected Tom to be kinky but I didn't expect him to bring it up casually. My face turned light pink and I turned around to face him. "You look so sexy in that dress, Mia," he comments, lifting my chin and smiling. "It would look better on the floor, though."

My hands reached up to cover my bright red face and laughed embarrassingly.  I shook my head and got up to spray my perfume on my neck. "So, after the party why don't we-"

I cut him off and set down the glass bottle. "Tom, I'm not ready. I want it to be special, not like... like dogs in heat." His hands slammed against the mahogany desk and he screamed. I recoiled as he swept the glass and plastic bottles off of it, the glass shattering into a million pieces. "YOU FUCKING CUNT." he grabbed me by the neck and I yelped, being pushed against the hard walls. 

Tom let go of my neck quickly, backing away and dusting himself off. My eyes welled with tears and I slid down onto the floor. "I just don't understand, Mia," he says calmly, which is oddly much scarier than his angry yelling, "You shagged Lestrange after what? A week? A month at most. We've been together for way longer than that and you fucking say you're not ready."

Do you think Lestrange, Lestrange of all people, will be better than me? Or that I'm just not good? Do you think that I might have a fucking small dick? I thought you LOVE me! And you think Lestrange is better? That I have a small dick? That shouldn't matter if you love me." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair and held out his hand. "Get up, get freshened up. We'll talk about this later. I'll call elves to clean this up."

I took his hand nervously and nodded, picking up a few bottles and brushes, fixing my hair and makeup. Tom left the room and I picked up my handbag, filled it with the necessary items for the events, and left as soon as the house-elf came into Tom's dorm. I walked out the door and Abraxas gave me a sorrowful look and I shook my head, whispering an "I'm ok," and left the common room.

Riddle linked his arm through mine and smiled, leading me down through the stairs, frustratingly cursing at them when they move away from where we're going, and we finally arrived outside at a carriage. We got in and sat awkwardly. "What even is this fundraiser for?" I asked, fidgeting with my fingers nervously. 

Tom shrugged, "I have no idea, I received an invitation with no description and it said I could bring a friend." he held up a blue invitation, with the words "Entrance fee ₤720" and "Plus one allowed". He put the invitation back into his pocket and bit his lip, "I borrowed some money from your brother since I don't have much, he got invited, too. I'm guessing the entrance fee goes to charity while we just attend, it's an odd fundraiser."

I shrugged as the carriage pulled over and Tom helped me out.  The fundraiser took place in a mansion, similar to my grandparents' mansion, taken care of by various house elves, which opened the doors for us, lead us down various halls, and opened the ballroom's doors. The ballroom was luxurious, from corner to corner there were beautiful women and handsome men. The room was decorated with light purple satin streamers and house elves carried around various alcoholic beverages.

Tables lined the walls with sweet and savory foods, around it white-clothed circular tables had glass plates, silver cutlery, and posh roses in a glass vase. People loudly talked over the soft, sweet jazz music, and some even danced in the middle of the room, only decorated with some lazy purple confetti on the floor.

I smiled at the house elf that let us in sympathetically after Tom pushed him against the door with his hips, even though there was more than enough room for him to get through. His arm was firmly linked in mine and we approached several people we knew to say hello, and I just smiled and didn't speak unless I was spoken to, afraid to anger my boyfriend.