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Tom thinks that a muggleborn!Slytherin has used a love potion or charm on him and basically kidnaps her, takes her to the chamber of secret and questions her about why he's feeling this way about her, meanwhile she isn't threatened or scared at all and starts mocking him, he shuts her up with a few kisses and you can end it how you like
I changed it a little but i hope you like it! *1190 words* *unedited*
Tom glared menacingly from across the room, his Ocean blue eyes piercing into y/n's temple as she studied the ingredients in front of her.
He wanted her to notice him, he wanted her to become uneasy under his harsh gaze,-But another part of him wanted to hold her and never let her go.
His feelings fought with each other, his natural instincts fighting what he believed he wanted. -Tom was sure that she had done something to him, maybe slipped him a potion or put him under a charm, and he was determined to find out what.
Feeling someone watching her, y/n turned, the steam from her potion making it difficult to see from her position in the room.
She shrugged off the feeling before turning back to her cauldron, the Felix Felicis potion in front of her defiantly needing more work, and she knew that her partner was too busy drawing pictures of Professor Slughorn as a woman to focus on their task.
The Muggleborn made use of her natural talent for Potions, and managed to fix her mistakes quickly, still getting an uneasy feeling every now and then.
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After class, Y/n stayed behind to help Professor Slughorn clean up, making her late to dinner. She didn't mind though, being a muggleborn slytherin, she does all she can to gain the respect from her teachers, plus she would really prefer to be alone then to sit at the slytherin table with people who think she's an abomination.
Saying a quick goodbye to Slughorn, y/n started to walk towards the great hall, quietly cursing herself being so late, as she was sure to be noticed if she walks in almost 20 minutes into dinner.
Turning a sharp corner, y/n feels herself be knocked to the ground by an incredible force, groaning and feeling her body aching as she leans up onto her elbows, her (y/h/c) hair falling around her face as she leans up.
Opening her eyes, she's met with the harsh expression of Tom Riddle, with his wand outstretched towards her and his eyes showing no emotion as he pointed it towards her.
Y/n's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him, confused as for why the Slytherin golden boy was pointing his wand at her. Before she could ask him what he was doing he uttered a word which made everything go black;
"Stupefy."
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Y/n woke up with a blinding headache, her body feeling cold against an unfamiliar, damp floor. Groaning, she rubbed her hand over her face, attempting to brush the harsh feeling away from her body as she sat up.
Opening her eyes, y/n realised she was in a room she didn't recognise, it looked like some kind of sewage system but after taking a look around she realised this was definitely the work of a Slytherin.
Against a wall there was a giant carving of Salazar slythetin, and the colours black and green surrounded the dark chamber.
"Well that's comforting." Y/n mumbled sarcastically to herself, trying to remember what had happened to her, but before she could footsteps sounded from around the corner, echoing through the large space.
Tom emerged, His wand by his side as he briskly moved towards the muggleborn girl.
Y/n knew she should be scared, but she couldn't bring herself to swipe the confused-yet-amused look from her face as she watched the tall prefect approach her.
"Someone finally woke up." Tom said, hovering over her as she remained on the floor.
"Tom, no offence or anything but why the fuck did you bring me into a dungeon." Y/n spoke with her brows furrowed. Tom remained emotionless for a second, before reaching down and gripping onto Y/n's cloak, roughly pulling her up from the ground and towards him.
"What did you do to me you stupid mudblood." He spat at her, her face dangerously close to his as he attempted to threaten her. Y/n looked at him in confusion, slightly afraid of his demeanour but putting on a brave face.
"What the hell are you on about Riddle?" She questioned, pondering the idea that he may be insane. Just a little.
Tom looked at the girl, a serious look on his face which didn't match her amused smirk.
Ignoring her question, Tom slammed her against the cold wall of the chamber, his wand pinned against her neck in a threatening manner as he continued.
"You cloud my thoughts. Every single Minute of every single day my mind wanders over to you, the way you smell, the way your eyes dart around a room when you're thinking or the way you mumble under your breath when you're near someone you hate." Tom paused, catching himself rambling before moving his wand to lie over her trachea, noticing her swallow harshly at his words.
"So i ask you again, what did you do to me?" He finishes, not expecting the girl to chuckle to herself and look up at him.
"Well Tommy, i think you may have a little crush on me." Y/n joked, confidently moving her hand up towards his hair and brushing it out of his face absentmindedly, trying to ignore the fact he could easily kill her with a flick of his wand.
Tom didn't say anything. He just stood there frozen as he secretly enjoyed the girl's closeness and the feeling of her hand running through his dark hair. He lowered his wand, admiring the girls face as he could sense her slight fear under her brave facade.
Without warning, Tom stepped forward, his face suddenly getting close to y/n's. She waited to see if she felt like she was in danger, but when she realised what he was doing she leant in, meeting him halfway.
Tom's hand slipped behind y/n's head, pulling her closer to him as his other one leant on the wall behind her. His lips met hers in a fierce desperation, and he allowed himself to become enchanted with passion, loving the new feeling of warmth that had overtaken his body. Y/n kissed back, her hands both entangling themselves in his hair, as she moved with just as much need as he had.
After what felt like hours the duo parted, out of breath. Y/n moved her hands down to his chest as he moved his to her waist, pulling her closer as their foreheads touched.
"Still think i slipped you something?" Y/n asked with a playful smirk on her face. Tom chuckled softly, his breath unusually cooling on her face.
