𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 45

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Y/n Pov

It was around after hours I knew I had to meet Tom. I hated myself for telling him the truth in a fit of rage and I knew I had to follow along with what he wanted for now until I figured out something. I walked through the hallways I had a cloak over my head just in case someone was there I couldn't risk getting caught especially since Dumbledore has put more teachers at watch because of the strange deaths that have been happening, as I made my way inside the forbitten forest I held my wand tight just in case of something. As I got closer, I felt something grab my wrist and I was about to yell when. A hand covered my mouth perverting me to do so

"God Slytherin get a hold of yourself" the voice scoffed, and only then did I realize it was Tom. I glared at him as he let go of my mouth, ignoring what he had said and getting straight to the point.

"Riddle why are we here?" I asked him

"You'll see" he said and then started walking signaling me to follow which I did. We walked deeper into the forest.

"Riddle where are we going?" I asked as we continued walking.

"I suggest you keep quiet Slytherin unless you want a creature to be aware of your presence" he said turning around to which I didn't say anything. We walked for a little while longer until we finally reached a door covered in moss and vines. It looked very old. Why is there a door in the middle of the forbidden forest? I turned and looked at Tom, puzzled, as he walked forward with his wand

"Alohomora" he muttered as the door unlocked and he walked in. Following that, I grabbed the knob and walked into what looked more like a study there were papers and books scattered everywhere, different pens and notebooks. When I picked up a book and read the title, my eyes were widened horcruxs is what it said. I turned to look at Tom realizing he was already looking. He was the one doing all this research.

"I don't get it" I told him, and he smirked.

3rd Pov

"You see I have been working out of my way trying to figure out how a horcrux can be made and it's abilities but all this time I failed to realize the answer was in front of me the whole time" Tom said there was a crazy look on his face.

"What are you talking about?" the girl asked with a look of horror and confusion planted on her face failing to realize what the boy was insinuating.

"You is who I'm talking about my dear" Tom said with a sinister smile and stepped closer to the girl as she backed away.

"You know, they were right maybe you do know a lot more than I thought, it explains that office at your house and now this" he continued until the girl snapped out of it.

"What are you getting at with this riddle?" y/n asked the dark haired boy

"Simple I want you to help me make one" he said leaving the girl stunned

"You clearly know how since you are-

"Riddle you don't understand, you don't want this" the girl stated interrupting him. He only chuckled

"You don't know anything about what I want Slytherin" he stated rather harshly

"This isn't a game riddle, it's dangerous. Once you've done it, there's no turning back" y/n said trying to convince him to back on what he wants.

"You think I don't realize that?" Tom said getting annoyed.

"Tom look I don't want you to do this to yourself. There's too many prices that come with this curse"

Suddenly both his hands were slammed against the wall behind the girl trapping her with barely any space between them. Tom gripped her jaw firmly, smashing his lips into hers. The sudden action surprised the girl making her eyes widen. But not only that, the boy seemed to be surprised by his own actions as well. However, he just couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop, y/n was starting to lose her breath. His cold lips were on her warm ones. There was something behind them, something dark but the girl was too lost to notice. Tom kept pushing on. exploring every part of her mouth, letting go only when he needed to breathe as he let go. He left the girl breathless grasping for air. With his hands still gripped on her jaw he leaned in

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