Harriet Potter: Tom Riddle's Obsession

Chapter 11 - Riddle's Lair

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Their sudden outburst of passion left them both in awe of their embarrassing lack of self-control.

While the morning drifted by, Tom lay on top of Harriet's desk with her cuddled on his shoulder as they both stared at the ceiling.

"Tom....." Harriet breathed as her cheeks heated with the fervor of her afterglow, "You were brilliant."

Tom gave her a gentle nuzzle before he replied, "Don't let your hopes soar too high, Harriet. I don't expect much success from this crude attempt.....We'll almost certainly have to act with better precision."

Harriet furrowed her brow as she asked, "Are you suggesting we spend a heat together?"

"Exactly, yes." Tom nodded, "Forgive me if my  impulsiveness offends you. I......I just couldn't bear seeing your heart broken."

After spending her formative years steeped in abuse and emotional repression, Harriet had never been particularly good at recognizing emotional cues or deciphering feelings.

Anyone else in her position would have known they could have thrown themselves at Tom that moment and instantly earned his affection, since he had clearly been in pursuit of their heart.

Harriet remained tragically ignorant.

"We'll plan it, then." She said quietly as she rested her head on Tom, "My next heat."

"Excellent." He purred.

Tom intended to say more, but before he could speak, Harriet crawled over top of him and caught his lips in another deep kiss.

As her hands ghosted over him, Tom squeezed the roundness of her bottom in his greedy palms.

Being wanted by Harriet Potter seemed like a dream come true.

Unlike most alphas, Tom admired feistiness in an omega.

Their hearts raced as Harriet wriggled her hips.

Tom braced himself for another round while they came to the mutual conclusion their eventful morning wasn't quite over yet.

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Harriet carefully tracked her cycle.

Tom carefully planned his attack.

Their tryst had been lovely, but he was not interested in mere, mechanical sex with Harriet, no, he saw their upcoming rendezvous as a decadent opportunity to attempt total seduction.

His recent purchases had helped him ready Riddle Manor for Harriet's arrival.

The elegant mansion was clean and quiet, with Tom's servants going about their duties whenever the rooms were not inhabited.

He had locked away all of his mementos of Harriet in the cellar below the house, eager not to let his darling know he still found delight in smelling the used knickers he had stolen from her years ago.

Or of the newspaper clippings he had kept regarding her advancement in the Auror Department......

Or of her bra that he enjoyed touching, desperate for his fingers to caress her flesh instead.........

With those incriminating possessions safely kept under lock and key, Tom turned his attention to readying the more important parts of his home for Harriet's use.

Even if she only stayed with him during her cycle, Tom wanted those days to be the most blissful of his darling's life.

He had purchased a variety of fine toiletries from the finest soap makers in Diagon Alley.