poison ivy; tom riddle

xx | rose

Starlight sparkled across your cheekbones as you looked up at the moon.

My hands gripped the cold railings as yours held my waist, making sure I didn't fall.

The astronomy tower was surprisingly warm despite being so far up, only a light breeze skimmed our skin.

It had only been a few months since I fell in love with you, about a month into my fifth year.

What do you want to do after Hogwarts? I asked curiously. I wasn't aware of your 'plans' at this time, my rose-tinted mind was too foggy to see you as power-hungry.

I felt the side of your face graze my head slightly, you sighed, Perhaps a Professor, here at Hogwarts of course.

I turned around in your arms, still making sure they were securely around my waist, A professor? I would have seen you going for a ministry job, the minister, even.

The ministry won't change its opinions on mudblood rights. If I were to go political, I would...form my own party.

I rested my arms across your shoulders, I could see you doing that rather than a teacher. Gathering followers but none shall worship you the same way I do. I'll be your most loyal.

You leant down slightly, grasping my lips with yours. Moving them together in perfect harmony.

This kiss was one of my favourites.

It wasn't quick, spontaneous or rough.

It was tender, passionate, and benevolent.

Like our lips were crafted to fit into each other.

I could practically taste the starlight dusted on your lips, could you taste it on mine too?

You unclasped our lips but held me tighter so our chests touched and hearts synced into the beat.

What about you? What are your plans once you leave? You said. You surprised me when you asked me this- for multiple reasons. One is the fact that you rarely ask me about myself, you just knew already.

For example, you didn't have to ask me about my favourite flower, you knew somehow.

But this.

I actually think you wanted to know.

Truly know about me.

Another reason why I am surprised you asked this question is that the answer is obvious, in some sense, because I'm a pureblooded woman.

I don't really have a choice, I laughed but I didn't find it particularly funny. My parents will want me to get married off to the pureblood with the highest bid and then I'll probably be a housewife for the rest of my life. Be expected to have children or 'produce heirs' in their words. My sister, Druella, is going through it at the moment but she doesn't mind.

And you don't want that? You asked me another question, surprising me again.

I smiled sadly at the floor. No, I want children and I want to get married. I dream of being a mother, I really do. My parents were arranged but they were in love. I just... I think I want my children to be born out of love not just to carry on a bloodline. I want to be in love with my husband. It probably doesn't make sense...it's a foolish thing really.

I'd marry you in a heartbeat.

When you said that, it was like the stars fell and the moon gasped.

My heart was whole again, sewn up by your voice, pumping your love around my body so every inch of me was consumed with you.

I felt as if Venus had gifted me your love herself.

It is a terribly extraordinary thing. How a sentence can warp your perception.

But my mind was yours, I was yours, I still am but this was different.

I was your property.

A doll you showed love and compassion for and then threw me around when you got angry.

Breaking pieces of me away bit by bit.

Well, I hope you're happy.

I'm officially broken. I bet you could see the cracks if you looked close enough.

Our love was (is) otherworldly.

I don't know if that is good or bad.