Riddle Me This: Tom Riddle Fanfic

Chapter 3⚠️

Tom has disappeared again. The last time this happened, the Chamber of Secrets incident happened. I'm worried and there's nobody I can talk to because Eliza refuses to speak to me. She says as long as I'm with Tom, she isn't going to be friends with me. She says that he's bound to destroy me and she won't stand around watching.

It's Winter Break, so I would think that he'd at least send an owl to let me know he's alive. He hasn't sent one. Not one stupid owl. I'm writing a very angry owl to him and I hear a knock on my door a few moments later.

"I'm fine, Mum! I'll be down in a moment!" I yell at the door before it opens, revealing a bloody Tom.

"Merlin's sake, Tommy! Are you okay?" I ask as I stand up to walk over to him.

He nods his head, "it's not my blood."

I give a confused look before realization washes over my face, "Tommy. What did you do?"

"It's okay, My Love. I just need to borrow your shower." He says, completely unbothered by the fact that he's covered in blood that isn't his own.

"No. What did you do?! Why are you bloody?!" I ask, tears threatening to spill over my eyes.

As I look into his eyes and see no remorse  for whatever he's done; whoever he killed, I'm afraid of him. For the first time since we've met, I'm afraid of him.

He sighs as he strips his clothes off and steps into my shower, "don't worry about it, Darling."

I move to my bed, tears falling asleep I just stare at the bloody clothes that are laying on my white  bathroom floor. I look up and see the blood from his skin, coating the white tile walls in a shade of pink. This isn't happening, he didn't just kill somebody and act like he simply went on a walk.

He steps out of the shower and dries himself off before making his way over to my dresser. He takes out a pair of boxers that he's left here and puts them on before he walks to my bed. I scoot away from him and he gives me a weird look, "are you alright, Darling?"

"What did you do, Tommy?" I ask him as I turn to him with tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I killed my father. It's not that big of a deal?" He says matter of factly.

I know the look on my face rivals fear and complete disgust at the same time if that's at all possible. "What?! That's a huge deal! That's the biggest deal! You're a murderer?!" I scream at him.

He grabs my face, "are you afraid me, My Love?"

I nod my head trying to get away from him. He holds my face tighter and uses the pads of his thumbs to wipe my tears. "Don't be," he says as he gives me a small smile, "I'd never hurt you, Esmeray. I have a plan. To rid the world of muggle -born disgraces. And I want you by my side during all of this. Everything I'm doing is for us, Baby. So our children can grow up in a world without those filthy muggle wizards taking their jobs and their class ranks. And yes, the first part of it was killing my disgrace of a father, but I'll never hurt you."

I close my eyes, trying to compose a sentence that isn't going to me slapped in the face. All that comes out is, "you want to rid the world of Muggle Born wizards?"

He nods his head, "I do. I have a small following already. We're calling ourselves Death Eaters. And they are calling me Voldemort."

"Voldemort?" I ask with a genuine concern.

He smiles before taking out a piece of parchment and then making the words appear in the air with magic. "It's an anagram of my name. We could do something with yours as well?"

"No. I like Miri." I say as I try to process what all he has told me.

He gives me a weird look for a second before he raises my chin to look at him, "how about taking my last name? I don't really like Riddle, but I do know that I'm tired of people thinking that they have a chance with you. If you have my last name, that will stop. We can always come up with an anagram for your name after you take mine."

"You want to marry me?" I ask him, genuinely shocked.

He lays me back on the bed, "mhm. I want you by my side. I'm not sure if what I feel for you is love in the traditional sense. I don't want to buy you flowers and take you on romantic beach walks, but I do want to murder every person, male or female, who looks your way. And I've never liked having people in my personal space or even around me for more than a few seconds at a time, but I like you being around. I've always been repulsed by people touching me, but I like it when you do. So yes, I want to marry you, Esmeray. And I want you to become Lady Voldemort."

"How would I become a Lady?" I ask him as he starts kissing down my neck.

He chuckles as he begins pulling up my nighty. "When I become Lord Voldemort, the most powerful wizard to ever exist. You will be my wife, my confidant and the person I trust more than anything, you'll be my Lady, Esmeray Riddle."

He kisses down my stomach, stopping at the top of my heat, "what do you say, Miri? Will you be my wife?"

I look down at him, questioningly, afraid he's drunk or that he's somehow gotten ahold of muggle herb. "We're 16, Tommy...?" I ask him as he kisses around where I need him most.

"Your parents will agree to it. I already asked your father. Nobody knows I'm crazy, so they're fine with it. Just say yes, My Love."

"Yes. I will marry you. On one condition. After we have children, we have our followers do our dirty work while they're young. I don't want our children being exposed to those kinds of things at an early age."

Tom smiles and moves his mouth over my clit, "whatever you want, My Love."

With that, he kitten licks my clit before moving down and swirling his tongue into my hole. He then moves back up, using two fingers to replace his tongue as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I don't know how many girls he hooked up with before me and I don't want to know, but they definitely taught his tongue to do magic. Tom continues to finger fuck me and lick me until he feels my walls contracting.

He stands up, leaving my orgasm ruined and I whine until I see him undressing. Tom has a beautiful body. His brown hair is messy from my fingers running through it. His abs are relaxed as he looks over at me and he's tall, so fucking tall. I smile at him, biting my lip when the best part of his body meets my eyes. 8.5 inches, slightly curved to the left with a vein running the length of it. He smirks as he climbs back over top of me, "stop staring, Love."

He doesn't give me any warning, he just slams inside of me, making me take all of him in one thrust.

I scream out at the painful pleasure and he grabs my throat, "good girl." He whispers,"take it like the whore you are..."

I'm basically a screaming mess as he strokes my insides perfectly with every movement of his hips. This could never feel wrong, right? Something that isn't meant to be wouldn't feel so amazing, would it? I get out of my head to enjoy the amazing pleasure he gives me and it doesn't take long before both of us are coming undone; me clenching around him and his cum coating my insides as he moans my name in my ear.

I am so undoubtedly in love with this man. Which means I am so undoubtedly screwed...