What's a Riddle?

Roxanne

     | Warning: This chapter has some brief sexual content. If you're sensitive to this either read with caution. Or go to the next chapter. It's not my intention to trigger anyone in anyway. |

      I haven't been in defense against the dark arts in a really long time. I wonder how many hidden scrolls are in the office. Also why is there a new defense against the dark arts teacher every year. I guess we just aren't lucky with this subject. Which is depressing because I absolutely love this class. The one thing I'm not happy about is that I have nothing to do. I'm the type of person that needs to do something, or else nothing else means anything to me. While I was standing by the teachers desk the door opened behind me. When I turned around I saw Tom and Professor McGonagall standing in the doorway. "Ms. Black. This is Thomas Travers. He's new here, and he also won't be taking the test this year. We have no other place to put him, so he will be in here with you. You two can talk, and maybe you could help him understand how Hogwarts works." She looked at Tom, and then looked back at me. "My dear Roxanne. Why on earth are you wearing that scarf? It is so hot outside." "I just missed wearing them." "Alright then. We don't want you to overheat. Good thing this office is cooled down. Anyways, I need to get back to my bunch of students. I'll come back in four hours. Have a good day the both of you." She walked away, and closed the door. Tom waited a minute, and locked the door putting some random charm on the door.
    When he turned back he started to walk towards me like last night. I backed up, and hit the wall again. He didn't even laugh. He just kept moving forward until his stomach was only inches away from me. "Why are you wearing that scarf?" "You know why." "I said..why are you wearing that scarf!" I didn't answer him. I just looked at him, as he got closer. "*stutters* I don't." "That's right." He moved even closer to me, and slowly took the scarf off. He threw the scarf on the floor looking at my neck. The bite mark was still there, and it was really bruised and tender. He smirked like he was admiring his artwork, which I guess it was. "That's the best bite mark I've ever given you." "What do you want?!" "I already told you. I want you to know that I'm not going to let you get away with this one." "I understand I'm really sorry." "Are you?" "Yes I am. Please just don't hurt me." "I'm not going to hurt you. What I am going to do is teach you a lesson." "Like what?!" He grabbed me, and seated me on the desk. Having my legs spread open. He put his hands on each side of the desk to make sure I didn't go anywhere. "You could've killed me darling." "Yes. I know. I'm really sorry about that." "I need you to prove to me that you're really sorry. I don't take weak apologies. Every true apology starts with a consequence." He put his hands on both my thighs while looking deep in my eyes. "You can't hurt me like that, and I won't let you. I need to punish you in order for you to understand what you really did." "You can't fuck me right now. You have stitches." "I'll do whatever the fuck I want Roxanne." He started to move one of his hands on my inner thigh. "Tom-." "What's the problem?" "Nothing." He tried to move his hand away, but I grabbed it. "No. You can continue." "Well look at you. Wanting me to fuck you in a teachers office." "I'm just so happy you're alive." He smirked at me, and leaned in to kiss me. He's kissed me more rough, but it's fine with me. He moved his hand into my skirt after going down to my neck. Once he moved his hand into my skirt I let out a shutter breath. He moved his face back up to my mouth, and started to make out with me while pushing two fingers along my fabric.
    All of a sudden he pulled away from me. "What's wrong?" "I still don't know if you deserve anything yet." I'm sorry what the fuck?! What the fuck did he just say to me?! I stood up from the desk, and smacked him across his face. "Are you fucking serious?! This is what you give me. Did you really think I wanted to hurt you?!" "You haven't learned yet." "I told you I'm sorry!" "Saying sorry, and learning your lesson are two different things." "This is fucking ridiculous. Why would you come here. If you're not going to take me out of here, and let me be happy with you." "Because I just want to teach you a lesson." "I've heard that! So what happens if I learn it?" "Good choice of words." "He walked over to the window, and looked out ignoring me." "If you learn your lesson. I will reward you." "What's the reward?" "I don't like to give away surprises. Besides if I tell you I want you to work for it." "This is not the way to be. First you come here, and force a mark on my neck. Next thing you know you lead me on, and won't tell me jack shit! What the fuck!" "You need to calm down." "I need to be calm? Says the guy who just did that, and is now acting like it never happened." "Roxy." "What?!" "There is four months until everything is over here with you." "What do you mean?" "I don't need to tell you right now." "What if you took me with you?" "Took you where?" "To your life. Have me join your family so I don't have to be here anymore." He looked at me with a blank stare. "My father knows you stabbed me, and I doubt he trusts you." "Well if I learn my lesson, and gain trust. Will you take me with you?" "Possibly. But for now you prove yourself to me. Don't act like a child!"
   He sat down next to me for the rest of time in silence. I'm assuming to figure out if this is a good idea. But I think I would be just fine living the life he's lived. I mean..what could be so bad about it?