Various x Readers

Harry Potter: Tom Riddle

Title: why he killed her
Warnings: kinda sad, Swearing
Requested by @The_Outcast_Writer

"Tom!" High pitched voices squealed around me, making me wince. Every girl in Hogwarts was fawning over the oh so mysterious Tom Riddle. I rolled my eyes, opening a book to read. I, being in the Slytherin house, had to put up with his arrogance everyday. I was currently seated on a couch in the common room, while we both read books. Him pretending to ignore the girls, me actually trying. He got up, pushing past them and sat next to me. I glared at him.

"You might as well leave girls." He said, bored. They left in disappointment and Tom rested his head on my shoulder.

"Get off, prick." I said, shrugging him off.

"That's not nice." He said. Turning my face to him, he pouted, and I almost broke. Tom Riddle was infuriatingly attractive.

"Who said I was nice, Riddle?" He smirked a bit, nuzzling into my neck. I stiffened, accidentally giving him access to my neck. His nose traced up my neck, his lips pecking at my pulse. I inhaled sharply and unwillingly tipped my head to the side. My mind was no longer in control. He began mouthing his way down to my collarbone, and started sucking at my skin. My hands flew up into his hair, tugging lightly at the dark locks. "Tom..." I mumbled, dropping my head back on the sofa.

"Y/N." he whispered against my skin. His lips hesitantly met mine and I kissed him back softly. That seemed to boost Tom's confidence as he slid his tongue over the seam of my lips. I parted my lips, letting explore my mouth with his, tongue brushing against mine. I moaned softly into his mouth as he did, gripping his hair tighter. I felt Tom slip his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. We parted for air, panting as our for heads rested against one another. "Be mine." He said and I nodded.

"God yes."

•

"Her?"

"That bitch?!"

"She's pathetic."

I glanced around as the whispers reached my ears. I frowned, and gripped Tom's hand tighter. "Listen here!" Tom had pressed his wand to his neck, making him louder. "If anyone has a problem with my girlfriend, you can take it up with me, wand to wand." I bit my lip and looked at him. Something about him threatening every wizard in the school was incredibly sexy. "I love you."

"I love you too." I murmured to him.

Within days Tom had opened up about wanting to change his name. Voldemort. I loved it. He explained that if he changed around the letters of his full name, he got: I am lord Voldemort. "It's a name that will be remembered, but you'll always be my Tom." I said, kissing him passionately on the mouth.

The next month he told me about the horcruxes. I liked the idea. He would never be taken away from me. My love could live forever, and that was all I needed.

"Hello Bella." Bellatrix Lastrange was my best friend. She was seen as a bitch by most but she just had a violent persona. "You did it didn't you?" She had a bright smile on her face which meant that she had successfully cursed someone. She nodded.

"Where's Tom?"

"Dunno." I lied. He was finding a few things to put his soul into.

"Stupify!" I yelled, knocking Myrtle down.

"Expelliarmus!" I deflected her spell.

"Reducto!" Blocked.

"Stupify! Expelliarmus! Sectum Sentra!" I fell, cuts forming across my body. She giggled that obnoxious squealing laugh as Tom walked into the gardens. He ran to me, kneeling over my shaky form.

"She took my book." I muttered. He struggled to think of a healing spell, but I saw Myrtle ready her wand. She could hit Tom. I shoved him off, taking the spell I didn't hear to my chest. Then I realized that it was the killing curse.

"I'll kill her." We're the last words I ever heard.

Woah, okay that was a little dark. Ummmm, oops? So that's why he killed her.

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~Athena