Tom Riddle Imagines

Betrayal

Trigger Warning: contains violence, torture, mental disorders (depression), manipulation, unrequited love.

Tom Riddle Era (1943)

Y/n strolled down the halls on the way to her common room. She was heading to her dorm to get dressed to meet her boyfriend of 2 months, Tom Riddle. Yes it was unusual, borderline crazy, a badger and a snake being together. But Y/n, like everyone else was drawn to the gorgeous Slytherin prefect, naive to the vile monster lying beneath the surface.

She hummed as she walked, pausing only to speak the password before entering and resuming her humming, whilst clicking her fingers to the beat in her head. Y/n was an introvert, meaning she had very few friends, yet she replaced the emptiness with her music. It wasn't common knowledge that she was incredibly talented, but humbleness was always her best quality.

She climbed up the stairs, and walked to her dorm, carefully swinging it open. Her roommates weren't present, which she was incredibly grateful for. She slid open the doors of her wardrobe before moving to sit on her bed, so she could see all the clothes that she had. Despite Tom being incredibly persuasive, she never let him change her style, sticking to what made her comfortable.

After scanning her wardrobe, she pulled out a yellow, knitted sweater and black high-waisted jeans. She slipped off her uniform and replaced it with her outfit. She then stacked some silver necklaces on top of her sweater and switched her gold studs to silver ones. She then brushed out her brunette hair, which cascaded down, just past her shoulders. She pulled on some ankle boots and sprayed on some of her favourite perfume, before checking her reflection in her dressing table mirror.

Y/n smiled at her reflection, satisfied with her look and then checked the time on her watch. It was 4.45 pm and Tom wanted to meet her by the black lake at 5.00pm. She hurried over to her door, gracefully making her way downstairs and out of the common room.

She headed for the main entrance of the castle, her pace brisk. She pushed the doors open and walked in the direction of the lake. When she got there, she was surprised to find no one there. She glanced at her watch again seeing that it was 4.55pm. By now Tom would already be here and would've scolded her for being late, even though she wasn't.

With a sigh, she sat down on the grass beside the lake and opened a book she had in her bag, beginning to read. As time went by, she got more and more concerned. At 5.30pm, she decided she would go back inside and find Tom.

Y/n put her book back into her bag, before standing up and dusting off her outfit. She walked around the tree she had been leaning against and started to walk. She didn't take more than five steps, before she was hit in the back of her head hard, and she fell unconscious.

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Y/n slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times and then scanning the unfamiliar room. She couldn't recall how she'd got here nor anything that happened before. Feeling a sharp pain at the back of her head. She attempted to raise her hands in order to massage the stinging pain away yet when she tried, she realised her hands were chained to the floor. Before she could panic, the door to the room swung open, making her look up.

Tom walked in, his 'friends' following. Tom's face remained void of emotion whilst his followers were all smirking. Their expressions made a shiver run up Y/n's back, making her suddenly feel very uncomfortable. "Tom, w-whats going on?" She asked, stuttering a little.

"Oh, my dear Y/n. My sweet, vulnerable girl. You are here to please me, isn't that what you want?" He asked mockingly, causing Y/n to get an uneasy feeling in her stomach as he grinned at her. "Why are they here then?" Y/n asked meekly. "They are also here for pleasure" he replied mysteriously.

Y/n's expression instantly changed to one of disgust, fear enveloping her, as her subconscious screamed at her to find a way to escape. "No not that kind of my pleasure my dear. A much more satisfying kind" Tom explained. At that, Y/n became confused, unsure of what teenage boys could get more pleasure from than sex.

Little did she know, that she was about to find out exactly what, the actions scarring her for the rest of her life.