Invictus [Tom Riddle / Tomione]

To Insanity

Alphard Black was just leaving the flat of his friend, Amos Flint, after a raucous post-match party the following Saturday. He had considered bringing Hermione, but he had noticed she was rather bored at the last quidditch match he brought her to, although she had made a good show of being interested, for his benefit. At the moment, she was very busy preparing to leave for nearly a week to attend the quarterly convention of the International Confederation of Wizards. Alphard considered it dismal luck that she would be gone for a week when he desperately wanted to see her again following that kiss. He wanted more than a kiss. He'd thought of nothing else all weekend... which is precisely the reason he accompanied his friend Amos to the Harpies match. It was an adequate distraction.

He'd had a few too many gillywaters and felt a bit red-faced as he took to the street and made his way to the apparition point. There were very few people on the street as it was nearly 2 am.

He was near the apparition point and he had started to question in his mind if he was sober enough to apparate without splinching himself. Broom travel was also out of the question. He was starting to think maybe he'd stop by his mate Rowle's flat and floo home when he caught sight of someone up ahead, leaning against a lamppost.

As he neared, he recognized that it was Tom Riddle, still wearing his work uniform.

"Riddle? What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

Tom threw his cigarette onto the street and turned to approach Alphard, slipping his hand into his pocket.

He drew his wand.

" Confundo ."

Alphard's sharp features instantly shifted from suspicious to dazed.

Tom smirked at him as he twirled his finger around the hooked end of his carved, bone-white yew wand.

" Imperio ."

The curse fell on Alphard with a wisp of green smoke.

"Alright, old chap. Come along then."

Tom began to walk down the street, followed by a very confused and very dazed Alphard Black. Tom slipped down a narrow side street as the wizard followed suit. It was dimly lit by the meager flames of a few enchanted torches.

As Alphard came to stand behind Tom, he whipped around and stood face-to-face with the wizard. Riddle locked eyes with him and smiled pleasantly.

" Legilimens ."

He split through the wizard's shoddy mental walls more roughly than was necessary.

You can thank me for the migraine, later, he thought.

He began to rifle through the wizard's memories with precision. Tom didn't care to hear his boring internal drivel or see his bachelor-esque parties with Flint and Rowle, the useless sods. He knew exactly what he was looking for, and he found it within seconds.

Riddle became a bystander as he watched Hermione and Alphard apparate to The Ley Line . He noted that Hermione was looking particularly fit in an apple-red swing dress that fit her chest quite daringly and flared out at her waist. Its vest buttoned down the front and was perfectly tailored around her pert breasts, with a cheeky little collar. The sight had Alphard Black feeling quite randy and it irritated Tom to no end to have to hear Black's internal musings about his witch while he rifled through the memories. He wished he could cast a silencing charm on Black's obnoxious thoughts.

He watched detachedly as the two danced (Hermione was awful) and held back a smirk as Hermione stepped all over Alphard's feet, then proceeded to suck down nearly seven sprite spritzers in the course of about forty minutes.