Harry Potter One-Shots // (X Reader)

Your Heart's Desire (Tom Riddle)

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I'm happy to announce my first request! ApolloGryffindor101 thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this one shot!

To all the other people who have requested, I'm getting to them, I promise! I'm trying to space out character one shots for variety, which is why I haven't gotten to them yet. I hope you understand and I promise you haven't been forgotten.

Now, I'll stop rambling. But without further ado, enjoy!

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The gossip around the castle was more prevalent than usual, and you sat eating your breakfast at the far end of the Slytherin table, away from everyone else. You were terrified of whatever god awful lies they were spreading this time, but you were scared the most about the realism that circles around it.

One girl dead. A girl has actually died in Hogwarts. It made you sick to your stomach to think of such a thing. You had never thought of this place as something other than safe, and now you felt as if your whole world was crashing down. You stared at your plate, unable to bring yourself to eat with the pit growing in your stomach. Except for the whispers of hushed gossip, the hall was dead silent, no one daring to speak normal level. Still, it sounded as loud as drums to you with the pounding in your ears.

Dumbledore said not to worry, that everything would be alright, but you didn't trust it. You didn't know who to trust anymore, except one person.

Your best friend, as if on cue, waltzed up to where you sat, sitting across from you and giving you a grim smile. Tom Riddle, the person you loved the most in this entire twisted world, started spreading jam on his toast, choosing to stay oblivious of the action. He was the one who turned in Hagrid, the Gryffindor boy responsible, and got him expelled. You saw him as a hero for it, and right then you knew he was the only one you'd feel safe around any more.

"Evangeline," he said in a low voice, looking around for any nosey listeners, "Are you alright?"

You snapped out of your daze, looking at him for the first time. His dark, mysterious eyes were searching yours as he knit his eyebrows together. You shook your head, forcing yourself to pick up a piece of toast and eat it. You couldn't let Tom know your concern.

"Yeah," you say, throwing him a weak smile, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" he asks, looking you up and down, "You're eating eggs with jam."

You looked down at your plate, embarrassed to find strawberry jam loaded on your eggs. You must have been piling it on in your daze without noticing. Your face went scarlet, and you hid it under your hair as you cleared your throat.

"I just got distracted, that's all," you say, covering your plate with your napkin. You didn't really feel like eating anyways.

Tom took this answer alright, and stacked his own plate with the breakfast delicacies. It wasn't until a few moments later, when he finished eating, that he took your attention again, leaning in with a fierce look in his eye.

"I need to talk to you," he says, his voice deadly low, "Soon."

You looked surprise, uncovering your face from your sheet of hair and looking at him with curiosity. "What is it Tom?"

He looked grave, licking his lips and glancing to his side's before answering. "I think I've finally found a way to get what we both want."

You looked at him, a tiny spark igniting in your body. Tom had been looking for this for three years, and he's finally found it!? You were trying to hide your excitement, leaning in as he continued.