Riddle Me This: Tom Riddle Fanfic

Chapter 4

The rest of Winter Break, except for Christmas Day when we got Married, is spent in bed. I've almost completely forgotten that I swore off Tom at the beginning of the year. It's only today that my little bubble which was previously filled with happy, not psychotic, Tom, is now filled with staring eyes as we walk through the hallway. Both of us have rings in our fingers, indicating that, yes, we got married at 16.

We got permission from the Headmaster and the Ministry to share a room. Apparently, though rare, it does happen on occasion that Hogwarts students will marry and for that reason there's a few dorm rooms in a floor below the dungeons that not many people know about. The dorm rooms have a double bed and two dressers as well as two desks.

As we walk into our first class, Marceline glares at me. She's surely heard the rumors that we are married and I know I need to speak to her. I need to tell her before she hears it from someone else the rumors are true.

"Ah. Our newlyweds, Mr and Mrs Riddle. Unfortunately, I can't have you distracting each other in class with your newlywed hormones, so I need to separate you. Mr Riddle, you'll be with Mr Lestrange. Mrs Riddle, you'll be with Ms Horn." Slughorn says as he sees us.

Well, there goes my plan of speaking to her before she finds out they're true. I think to myself as I make my way over to Marceline. She looks angrily at me and crosses her arms, "Mrs Riddle, huh? Glad I got an invite to the wedding of the year."

"It was a last minute thing, Cella." I say to her, trying to be calm, "we just signed the papers and had my father send them in with his signature that he married us."

She nods her head, "yeah. And why the hell would you marry him anyway? What happened to staying away from Tom Riddle, huh? You wanted nothing to do with him at the start of last semester and suddenly in just a matter of months, he married you. Don't you see, Miri. He's trapping you. He isn't a good person. He doesn't love you, he just knows that with you married to him, you think he will and he can manipulate you farther."

"He does love me, Cella. You just don't understand him like I do." I say to her with my voice slightly raised.

She opens her mouth to say something else when we hear, "quieten down, Class. We are ready to begin today's lesson. I have all of the ingredients here to make a lovely amortentia potion. However, there a few that are wrong that are written on the board. Who can tell me 1 ingredient that is right? How about you, Mrs Riddle? You seem to have lots to say today?"

"Of course, Professor." I say as I look over the board, "Rose Thorn is correct?"

Slughorn nods his head, "very good, Esmeray. Who else can tell me a correct ingredient?"

He continues this until all of the correct ingredients are mixed in to the pot. Afterwards, he smiles at us all, "who would like to come smell? Perhaps our newlyweds? Which of you would like to come up first? Tom?"

I see Tom sluggishly stand up from his stool and walk over to the potion, he leans down, looks up unamused and says, "citrus, Jasmine and vanilla with a hint of my own cologne."

He winks at me as he sits back down in his stool. Slughorn smiles, "your wife, I presume? Shall we see if she smells you? Esmeray?"

I walk up to the potion and smile, "leather, cedar wood, cigarette smoke and a hint of something floral."

Tom winks at me again as I smile at him and I notice Cella's face look disappointed. I walk over to her and try to ask what's wrong, but Slughorn calls her next to smell the potion. She nods her head as she makes her way over.

With a sigh, she leans down to smell it, "a very slight hint of leather. Very strong floral and citrus, and slight vanilla undertones."

I gulp when I realized what she's smelt; me? Did my best friend since First Year just smell me in the most powerful love potion known to wizard kind? The smell that she is most attracted to, is me. I turn to Tom who looks pissed and is glaring daggers into the back of Cella's head.

I look to her in shock and she shakes her head, "let's just get through classes. At the end of the school day, meet me in the Astronomy Tower. We'll talk there."

I nod my head and turn to Tom, giving him a smile to calm him down. After the class ends, I'm pulled into a nearby room. The room is huge, decorated to Tom's specific taste. The Room of Requirement. He's told me about this place, but he's never taken me into it. I know this isn't a look at this beautiful room tour or anything of the sort; this is a make out with me because I'm afraid you're in love with your best friend meeting.

"Cella smelled you. I don't want you being friends with her anymore." He says in a stern voice.

I shake my head, crossing my arms, "no! She's been my best friend since first year. She's been my best friend since you first called me ugly because of my glasses and made me cry when we were 11. You don't get to say I can't be friends with her."

"She's in love with you!" He screams out in frustration, causing me to push him back. "And I'm in love with you! That still doesn't give you a right to say I can't be friends with her when she was there for me before you ever were."

He pins me against the wall with hand on my throat, squeezing tight enough to let me know that he could kill me if he wanted to; letting me know that I am his and his alone.

"Don't you ever! Raise your voice at me again! Got it?!" He yells in my face.

I nod the best I can and he lets me go with a sigh, "look I'm sorry about first year. I was attracted to you and I didn't know what to do because I had never had a crush before... Just tell me that you have no feelings for Cella?"

I push him back into a nearby chair as I get onto my knees in front of him, "I have no feelings for anyone other than you, Sir."

He bites his lip as he looks down at me, "how about you prove it?"

I smirk at him before I unbutton his pants and indeed prove to him that i do, under, love him.