Fixation ∣∣ Tom Riddle x Reader [With Images]

Part 12: Yule Ball (Smut)

Y/N'S POV

The room was abuzz with excitement as Clara, Charlotte, Evelyn, and Scarlet bustled around, their animated conversations accompanied by the clinks of makeup containers and brushes. The Yule Ball was a highly anticipated event, and it was no wonder that the girls were going all out to look their best. Y/N, however, sat on the edge of her bed, a cloud of anxious thoughts swirling in her mind.

Clara, who was expertly applying eyeliner in front of the mirror, noticed Y/N's apprehensive expression. With a playful smile, she asked, "What's the matter, Y/N? Nervous about stealing the show tonight?"

Y/N let out a nervous chuckle, twirling a strand of her hair. "I don't know, Clara. I'm just... What if I don't look good enough? What if I can't live up to the hype of the Yule Ball?"

Evelyn chimed in from where she was busy dabbing on some blush. "Babe, you look like you're about to win the 'Best Dressed Girl' award. Trust me, no one will be able to take their eyes off you."

Scarlet and Charlotte nodded enthusiastically in agreement. "Yup," Scarlet chimed in. "You're a stunner, Y/N. They'll be lucky to even get a glimpse of you!"

Charlotte, while applying lipstick, added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "Besides, even if someone does manage to look better than you, we'll just hex them."

Just as we were wrapping up, there came a gentle knock on the door. The girls exchanged knowing glances, and my heart skipped a beat. It was him.

"Sweetheart, may I come in?" Tom's smooth, velvety voice flowed through the door.

I glanced at my friends, who looked at each other before giving me an encouraging nod.

With their consent, I called out, "Of course, Tom. You can come in."

The door slowly creaked open, revealing Tom standing there in a sleek black tuxedo that complemented my own black dress. My friends couldn't help but tease us as he entered.

"My, my, the prince charming is here to pick Y/N up," Evelyn remarked with a playful grin.

Tom, ever composed and self-assured, just flashed a mischievous smile and took my hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft, lingering kiss. "I'll be taking her to the ball now. Have fun, everyone."

With that, we left the room and ventured into the ballroom together, hand in hand. The grandeur of the Yule Ball was breathtaking, with the hall illuminated by a thousand dancing candles and enchanting decorations. Couples glided gracefully on the dance floor to the soft strains of romantic music, and the atmosphere was nothing short of magical.

As Tom and I joined the other couples dancing, he turned to me with a smirk. "Shall we, my dear?" he asked with playful charm. I couldn't help but smile back as he led me onto the dance floor. The moment our steps aligned with the music, we were in perfect harmony.