His and his only||Tom Riddle

Miss me?

It's been a few years since I've seen that one male who made my heart flutter yet smashed it effectively at the same time. Tom nevermore came back to the orphanage after the disturbance at Hogwarts Express, there have been talks that he was granted countless opportunities to work at the Ministry.  However, due to inexplicable circumstances declined all offers. 

I'm now a professor at Hogwarts, teaching Transfiguration. I have been proposed the job by Dumbledore, presumably, after Dippet died, Dumbledore had supplanted him. 

"Good morning Mrs L/n,"

"Good morning,"

My silky black robe skimming against the floor, I swear, they make these things so long I feel like I'm sweeping the floor. 

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BANG!

A resounding crash discontinued the organisation unifying, then, screams and gasps of horror were heard. 

A sinister smirk made its way up to the monster's face, "Miss me?"

The shock was illustrated on everyone's face, no one even endeavoured to move, frightened for their life. A determination dragged my wrist powerfully, transporting me outside of the room. 

"Aren't you happy to see me, I thought I was your angle?" He tilted his head to the side, trying to portray innocent, neglecting the diabolical proceedings he did. Tom also used the nickname I addressed him, understanding how much I preferred to call him that. 

"If you were, then today is the day I saw the Devil's eyes in and angle," chocking out each word as my through felt like it burned. 

Tom's once entertaining rich brown orbs now became red with anger, he breathed fire before hauling me away again. Much to my dismay, he had found a way to teleport within Hogwarts. 

I was now transported into a wealthy yet creepy manor. The walls painted pure white, marble tiles placed on the floor, and chandeliers on every ceiling. I was amazed at the conditions and wealthiness of the palace. I concluded this was one of his noble follower's house. 

"Welcome to our home my queen," he said proudly, taking my pale hand to his soft plump lips. 

I glanced at him in scepticism, this couldn't really be his house, could it? 

As if he could read my thoughts, he replied, "Yes, this really is mine, things have changed from the last time we have met kitten." 

"What do you want from me, Tom?" I questioned him, confused about his actions. 

A chuckle escaped his lips, "Oh how oblivious you are, after all this time you still don't know what I desire most?" he threw his head back, hands running through his fluffy black hair, " I want you."