The Love Story of Harriet Potter and Tom Riddle

Chapter 78 - A Father's Plan, A Son's Plot

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Over the next few weeks, the Children's Triplex seemed to explode in popularity.

The halls of each building bustled with activity as employees, patients, and visitors filled the spaces.

Hermione and Ron visited at least every other day to help where they could and keep an eye on things.

Regardless, the bulk of the work rested with the Minister's wife, who held no other official positions, unlike her friends.

Harriet didn't want to admit it, but she recognized the signs well enough to know that another heat was indeed on the way.

As one week turned into two, she battled against the headaches and breast tenderness her body issued in gentle warning of what would inevitably come.

The gradual sweetening of her scent hadn't escaped Tom's notice.

While he remained at a respectful distance in light of their recent issues, Harriet caught him gazing at her in the mirror of their bathroom while she bathed.

At night, although he pretended to be asleep, she remained unfooled as his dark eyes drifted over her while she changed into her nightdress.

Determined to show her alpha how much she held the reins, Harriet decided to make a display of herself one evening.

She took her time as she undressed and ran her hands over her sensitive skin.

In the reflection of her vanity's mirror, she noticed Tom's dark eyes staring at her, unblinking, from his hidden position under the covers.

Harriet made certain to bend all the way over and expose her bottom, covered only by the lacey scrap of fabric that passed as her panties while she opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a suitable, sheer dress to wear to bed.

She smirked as she heard the slightest rustle of fabric.

As she lifted a hand and scooped a stray, strand of long, dark hair behind her ear, it amused her to know that Tom laid there watching her with a death grip on the end of his fluffy pillow.

She forced herself not to laugh out loud at the mental image of him gritting his teeth in frustration.

Her patience had grown thin with her mate.

In Harriet's eyes, Tom deserved the torment he received.

Slowly, she walked over and laid down in bed beside him as she stretched herself languidly across the mattress.

Teetering on the verge of insanity by then, Tom practically smacked his lips as he rolled over, sat up, and gazed down at Harriet.

Her eyes closed as he leaned in, careful to break him by placing a finger over his lips just before they touched hers.

Tom could have groaned from agony as Harriet opened her eyes while she halted their kiss.

"No." She said firmly, ".......I don't want you, whoever you are......This monster that discriminates against his own people and rejects his youngest son. I want my Tom, the Tom I fell in love with.....The Tom I married."

Tom frowned, "Sweetling, what are you talking about? You know I care for Mark! The laws  I've enacted are only meant to-"

"-To limit muggleborns' rights and privileges in our society as much as possible without me noticing, aren't they?" Harriet snapped.

Despite her blatant anger and the condemning accusations she threw at him, Tom found himself without the ability to return her rage as he admired the beautiful blush that covered her cheeks as fury coursed through her veins.