Large, calloused hands ran over the thick rough spines of multiple books stacked neatly among the wooden shelves. His hands moved in frustration, nimble fingers picking desperately at the ancient texts, the shelf only being lit by a dim glow of his wand.
It was way past curfew, almost midnight, meaning that his prefect duties would be coming to an end soon. Tom had spent the last few hours rummaging through the countless books trying to find at least something that could explain what was going on. He had already placed around three or four books in the large pockets of his robe for him to read later.
Grabbing a somewhat small, black leather book that read 'the mystery of wands', he pointed his wand at the contents page, eyes skimming over briefly before sighing in frustration and placing the book back where he found it.
Tom was never shocked or clueless, he always had an idea about whatever was going on, however it pained himself to admit that he really did not know what was happening between you and him. Neither of you had ever witnessed a case where magic simply vanished and left no trace of even being casted on the other person. Tom had read countless numbers of books, articles and newspapers, but he had never come across something like this before. You were both talented wizards that held an immense deal of power, and either of your magic seemed to perfectly work on other people.
It was obvious that there was certainly something different about you.
Spending the last few days with you, Tom knew that there was something odd. Your angelic face and infectious laugh filled his thoughts constantly, whether it was during class or sleepless nights, he just couldn't seem to get you off his mind.
He hated it
He hated how he could barely focus in potions, so desperate to run his fingers through your (h/l) soft hair that fell so lusciously, creating a silk curtain between you. His hands itched to run along those long, slender legs that seemed to tempt him continuously. Not to mention how after almost every time you parted ways, he'd be drunk off your delicious scent, he couldn't seem to get it off him. His robes, hair even skin reeked of your feminine scent, that was addicting him ever so slowly.
Tom knew there was something different about you, something special. He had never felt this way about anyone. Undoubtably it was normal for a teenager to have girlfriends and crushes, and yes Tom did find girls attractive, but there had never been one to affect him in the way which you did.
And he had to find out why
Placing his dimly lit wand on the lock of the restricted section, he whispered 'alohomora', quickly double checking the door was sealed properly before heading straight out the library. Tom knew the castle like the back of his hand, so it wasn't long until he returned back to the seventh floor, where he was supposed to be situated for the night.
"You may leave" his monotonous voice rang through the corridor, watching through the corner of his eye as Avery bowed his head respectively and scurried off back towards the common room.
Sighing in frustration and fatigue, Tom pulled one of the books out from his pocket, unconsciously pacing back and forth as he held the book to his face. On his search for information that could explain his sticky situation with you, he found a rather tempting book that delved into the darker arts that he took interest in.
A deep rumble brought him out of his thoughts, turning to the wall to the right of him, he took a few steps back, watching in amazement as large, black double doors emerged from the wall. With caution, he approached slowly, reaching out his hand to push open the doors. A loud groan echoed down the hall, the doors clearly ancient as it struggled to move against the floor.
A welcoming warmth embraced his cold figure as he entered the room, the large door closing softly behind him. The room was sizeable, walls stretching far and wide, making it almost as big as the great hall. The high ceiling hung a beautiful golden chandelier, adorned with tear-dropped shaped crystals that sparkled in the light of the multiple candles floating around the room, creating a soft, ambient glow.
Although the room was big, it was simply decorated. Only filled with a velvet chase lounge and two armchairs, both clad in the same material. They were positioned in a way that faced a lit fireplace, a mahogany table in between.
Looking around the room in awe, Tom took a seat on one of the arm chairs, sighing in comfort as the soft material made him sink cosily.
This must be the come and go room
He had heard small tales that there was a secret room in the caste, hidden among the walls and could only be summoned in desperate need. He guessed the castle felt his want of somewhere calm and quiet where he could read his book in peace, somewhere similar to the common room.
Looking around the room once more, he pulled out the book he was in the middle of and continued reading. He didn't get very far as his thoughts were once again overtaken by you.
He couldn't help but wonder what you thought about him, it annoyed him slightly as you did not meet on the best of terms, he did not create the best first impression, however he as sure that you took some interest in him, maybe as much as he did in you.
He also seemed to wonder what you thought about the dark arts, for some reason your approval and opinion mattered to him to some degree. The thought of you disagreeing with his plans made him cringe inwardly. He had thought about introducing you to the rest of his knights and convincing you to join his journey to the darker side but decided against it, it was too soon, and he had still barely gotten to know you. However, he knew your power and talent would be great use to him, you would be the most useful out of his knights as he only used them for money and power which he did not have... Yet. If he could rise to power by himself, he would, but nevertheless he was only a half-blood, thus needing the support and insight of the richer and pure-blooded families.
Tom knew of his heritage, he had found out in the later stages of his fifth year that his mother was in fact a pureblood and his father a filthy muggle. He had always believed that it was his father who was a wizard, and his mother a weak muggle who died during child birth. He knew he was conceived with his father under the influence of amorentia meaning he would never feel true love. That's why his sudden overwhelming infatuation with you worried him, he did not know what he was feeling but he knew it could not be love. It was impossible for him to love.
Placing his book on the table in front of him, he leant forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared into the bright red flames ahead. Without even realising, the flame slowly started changing colour, the fiery red morphing into a deep purple that emitted small silver sparks as it crackled against the firewood. He couldn't take his eyes off it, the purple was so deep and pure it beckoned him like a moth to a flame.
Breaking his gaze, he looked around the room once more before standing up slowly, picking up his book from the table and tucking it under his robes. The small of his heel clicked against the marble floor lightly as he walked towards the large double doors that let him in. Pulling the door open, a jolt of excitement filled his stomach as he couldn't wait to show you tomorrow, a ghost of a smile present on his lips as he looked back once more before finally exiting through the doors.
He knew you were changing him, and he couldn't help but like it.
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Unforgotten memories (Tom Riddle X Reader)
Romance"This isn't real, this should be happening" Tom mutters under his breath, his hands grasped onto the rail of the astronomy tower, head hung low. "What isn't real Tom?" He turns around and grabs your hand that hung at your side, bringing it up to hi...
