Sex With Snakes

pleasure is punishment - t.m.r

WARNING: Obscene language, mature content, teacher-student relationship, age gap.

Tom Marvolo Riddle & Cassiopeia Scarlett Potter

"Where is Miss Potter?" the cold voice of Professor Slytherin startled the previously rowdy classroom of Gryffindor and Slytherin students. Cold cobalt blue eyes pierced into their very souls, making each witch and wizard sit as straight as possible without snapping their spines in half. Arching an eyebrow perfectly, the man's calculated gaze landed on the empty seat of Regulus Black.

Rage bubbled deep inside of him, blue orbs flickered red as he turned and stalked over to his desk, his posture and balled fists alerting the students of his anger. Leaning into the chair the Dark Lord closed his eyes, needing to focus if he was going to sense and activate Cassiopeia's dark mark.

A smirk made its way onto his devilishly alluring features as he saw through the girl's eyes, the smirk only grew into a crazed grin as his rage took over him, magic lashing out and nearly suffocating the students in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Before anyone could pass out however, the storm was calmed and Thomas found himself mentally berating his very existence at his carelessness.

As the day passed, no one in Hogwarts had heard from Cassiopeia or Regulus and the Dark Lord was beginning to get impatient. He had warned the Black heir to stay away from the teenage witch, he had even stopped torturing the boy for the sake of Cassiopeia but he did not learn. Thomas had tried his very best to not threaten his love, not wanting her to see the worst part of him. He was, believe it or not, scared that she would leave him to his murderous and wicked ways if she got a glimpse of the man he had grown to be.

As midnight arrived, Thomas found that the girl was finally sneaking into her dormitory and smirked once more. He would give her a reason to not be spending so much time with the Black boy. With a snap of his fingers, he appeared in her dark room and settled in the armchair he usually read to her whilst she was cuddled up into him on his lap. The moonlight outlined his lanky figure, arms rested on the armrest, one leg over the other, a cigarette in between his fingers.

Cassiopeia froze when she had smelt smoke, knowing exactly who the person was. With a deep breath, she turned around, almost screaming when she saw his figure outlined by the light. Years of pureblood training paid off as she acted clueless, as if she didn't see the glowing red eyes and hadn't felt the burning of her wrist. Turning left, the black haired girl walked over to her bedroom door, unfortunately, before she could enter, the door was slammed shut, and the strong front of her significant other was pressed against her back.