Fixation ∣∣ Tom Riddle x Reader [With Images]

Part 11: Stitched Hearts (Smut)

TOM RIDDLE'S POV

As I walked down the corridor, Olive Hornby prattled on beside me, her high-pitched voice grating on my nerves. She had a knack for being incessantly annoying, and it took every ounce of self-control to maintain the façade of interest on my face. She had become rather infatuated with me, believing that dating me was a privilege, a belief that I didn't share in the slightest.

"Oh, Tom, you can't imagine how many boys at Hogwarts would give anything to be in your place!" Olive gushed, her perfectly manicured fingers gesturing dramatically. "I mean, you're practically the most popular boy here, and I chose you. You should feel so fortunate."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her self-importance and simply offered her a polite smile. It wasn't that I found her arrogance particularly attractive, but she was a means to an end, a stepping stone to my greater plan.

"Of course, Olive," I replied, feigning enthusiasm. "I am indeed grateful to have your attention."

She beamed at my response, and I wondered if she could truly comprehend how insincere my words were. I couldn't care less about her popularity or the numerous other boys vying for her attention. I had a more significant purpose, and her infatuation was a convenient tool to achieve my ambitions.

I couldn't help but let my gaze drift down the corridor, searching for a glimpse of Y/N. My gaze found her, and I observed her from afar, discreetly watching her interactions. Nathan's concern for her had not gone unnoticed, nor had I left the bruise on her neck. I was possessive, to say the least, and the thought of anyone else touching her filled me with intense jealousy.

Olive's incessant chatter faded into the background as I focused on Y/N. She was radiant, even from a distance, and I yearned to be near her. It was a challenging balance, manipulating Olive while my heart ached for Y/N. I couldn't deny that my emotions were deeply conflicted, and the darkness within me battled against the light she brought into my life.

"Tom, are you even listening to me?" Olive huffed, pulling me back from my thoughts. "I was just telling you how Johnathan Davies tried to ask me out in the Great Hall today. Can you imagine that? Me, dating a Hufflepuff? It's simply not happening."

I fought the urge to release an exasperated sigh. Davies was a name I cared even less about than Olive's. In truth, there were few people at Hogwarts who held any significance to me, and my connection to Y/N was a secret I couldn't afford to reveal.

"I'm sorry, Olive," I said, summoning my most charming smile, "I can't imagine anyone having the privilege of dating you."

She giggled at my words, her ego clearly boosted by my response. Olive believed she had me wrapped around her finger, and in a way, she did. But her confidence was her own downfall.

As we continued our stroll, I couldn't help but feel a sense of revulsion, trapped in the endless stream of her self-centred conversations. Time with Olive was an investment, and I couldn't wait to reap the rewards of her soul.