I'm Oliver You, Tom Riddle

Finally A Chapter :D

I really am sorry for the long wait. It was unacceptable, I literally have nothing going on in my life, and this year long, unannounced, unofficial hiatus is unforgivable. To make up for it, I finished up the actual chapter, and added the next to make it extra long and filled with amazingness, even something I hadn't originally planned to happen, but made it so anyway, as a sort of apology for my asshole-ish pause. Also, it's not quite up to par with what I usually write, in my opinion, but at this point, I doubt anyone will complain.

(plz dont complain)

If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, that would be spectacular. If not, I'm really not bothered, so go ahead and swear at me :)

Also, enjoy the double chapter!

Dedicated to:

avoisgoodforthesoul for being so kind and messaging me to remind me that this fic exists, you're the best ❤❤
GayThing for kicking my ass into gear and generally being a dear companion
My new dearest friend on Tumblr, Kathrine, you're so great!! All of our conversations really helped a lot ❤

And finally, to all of you that have read it and have anxiously awaited more, those of you that will read it later on who didn't have to wait for the next installment (ya lucky bastards), and to those of you that like to give me hate for not updating (cough GayThing cough)

Happy 1 Year 2 Months and ___ Days of Not Updating anniversary :)

Dont know when the next update will be, but it shouldn't take too long. At least, I hope it doesnt... I've got stuff planned for a Christmas Special
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UNEXPECTED RESULTS
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Guenevere pulled the door open slightly, peeking out after Tom to make sure he actually left and wouldn't be coming back. He may be attractively attractive, but he could easily be a spoilsport. His words would be fancy and spoken in that tone, and Oliver would see reason and tell them to stop. That couldn't happen, not now. Oliver had to fall asleep and never wake up, otherwise how else would she get a chance to make Tom love her? Sure, the entire scheme involved getting rid of her good friend and possibly everyone else she cared about if they ever found out, but it was either this, a simple "mishap", or a love potion, something she'd have to ask someone to brew for her every month since she was an absolute mess with potions. This was the easier option, by far.

Pushing the door shut and flicking her wand at it to lock it before sticking a grinning, sunny smile to her pretty face, she turned back around to face her friends, "Alright, everyone! He's gone!" She said brightly, and trotted over to the bed.

Andrea was standing at the head of the bed, shaking her head slowly at the mess Oliver made, before bending and picking as few things possible up to clear a space for herself and Robert. She glanced up at Guenevere, hands full of parchment, three or four broken or damaged quills and a half empty ink bottle.

"What?" she started, "You're not going to stay there for a bit longer just in case he comes back?" Andrea asked playfully, dropping everything onto the floor carelessly and putting her hands on her hips. The ink bottle shattered against the stone floor, black ink splattering across it and looking suspiciously like blood in the dim lighting. The quills and parchment fell into the mess and stained quickly, parchment becoming unusable.

"No. He's not coming back for a while. He has to patrol the halls and meet with his nerdy friends." Guenevere replied.

"Any gossip about the Slug Club, Gwen?" Robert politely asked, only knowing she liked to gossip, and when Slug Club was thrown in the mix, it made for an interesting night of the juiciest gossip any of them had heard since the previous Thursday.