Tom Riddle x OC
So many OCs that should just be put all into one story. All rights for everything but the plot and OCs to J K Rowling. Please read the introduction it's very informative. Also, these are like full length stories that range in many p...
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Lights up, the show has begun.
"You look lovely, Annabelle." Said Tom as his girlfriend descended the stairs. She was the prettiest girl in the school, and it only made sense to him that she should be on his arm.
He never saw her as a great intellect but all he needed was someone to keep Slughorn from setting him up with any pretty girl that walked by. She played her part well.
His men respected him. The other boys at school were more than respectful now. It was as though having such a pretty accessory elevated him even higher on the school food chain.
"Thank you, darling." She said, taking his arm as they made their way to Slughorn's dinner. "I always do try to look my best for you."
He smirked. Wrapped around his little finger wasn't she. She had deep red hair almost to the point it could be brown and sparking blue eyes. And her skin was flawless. Not a freckle in sight.
"I wonder what the professor will try and talk about tonight? His past students, or his newer projects." She queried to make idle conversation in the dark halls of the school.
"I'm not sure. Maybe he will just fixate on how beautiful you are," he drawled, not looking at her, missing the complete absence of colour from her cheeks.
"And what a lovely couple we make." Said Annabelle, her head held high as she walked next to him, and they reached the office, "Hello professor." She said and the old man looked as though he may melt of happiness at the sight of the pair.
"Miss Selwyn, you look lovely as ever." Said Slughorn and Annabelle smiled prettily at him, Before turning her gaze to Tom, smiling sweetly at him, "Aren't you the lucky man, Tom M'boy."
"Aren't I the lucky lady." Said Annabelle, in her perfect accent, not a waver in her voice, they walked past the man and sat at their usual spots around the table.
"You always do know what to say don't you?" Asked Tom, as other students filed in and she raised a perfect eyebrow,
"Call it my special gift." She said, her eyes blank as they always were, "A gift you seem to share darling."
She placed the napkin on her lap. And Tom remembered the next reason that he brought her to these functions. She had perfect etiquette. She knew which forks to use and when. She knew when a comment was necessary and when one would be most resented.
"Annabelle," addressed Orion Black, sitting on her other side, they had known each other for a long time. Having grown up pureblood.
"Orion, how are you?" She asked, her face not even remotely warming when her eyes met his. But then it was like she either put a mask on or took one off because she smiled. She smiled like they were the best of friends. Thick as thieves. "I hope you remember not to drink too much this time."
