Love [Tomione]

Chapter 4: P.I Tom

A/N: wow 5k!Anyway SMUT alert for this chapter, i have to meet the mature rating some time soon you know ;). By the way, we're nearing the middle of arc 1 so I'm going off for a monthly break. Also thanks to the reviews and kudos! Do review if you enjoyed this chapter, I love reading your reviews! PS i threw in an anagram, some allusions in this and the last few chapters. Comment if you think you have spotted them :) PPS the dance scene was inspired by the English Patient. Ralph Fiennes is literally a god! Ugh this reminds me to actually write a volmione story but any who that's a plan for another day. Enjoy!

BTW MY SPOTIFY IS UP, I HAVE MADE A PLAYLIST FOR THIS FIC. IT'S TITLED 'LOVE FANFIC' AND THE LINK IS IN MY PROFILE.

SONG CHOICE: Do i wanna know by the arctic monkeys.

x Annalisa

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Figures in neatly pressed suits passed by him, they hold crafted smiles and arm movements of ministerial behaviour.

He wore blonde hair with streaks of grey, brown eyes with sunken cheekbones.

The compartment was tight. Enclosed. Just the two of them.

He tapped his feet on the carpet. The woman on his right turns her head to him, she seems to brighten up.

"Good morning Mr Wilson!" The young woman chirped to him. ." Nice seeing you on a Sunday. Always busy with department work, eh?"

He gritted his teeth.

"Good morning to you, Rita." A smile formed on his face, his brown eyes catching a glimpse of the shiny name tag on the woman's blouse. " Yes, busy as a bee. If you don't mind, I have to look through my work documents..."

He whipped his journal out and focused his gaze onto his writings.

" Oh, Mr Wilson?"

He bit back the intention to send a tongue tying hex towards her.

" Yes, Rita?' He murmured under his breath, his fingers digging into his pocket for the familiar material of yew.

The woman's shadow looms over him, he is taken by surprise.

" Tonight." Her pink lips brushed past his ear lobe. " Since Gigi won't be home."

Needless to say, a minute later he wiped her memories off of their encounter. He whispers into her ear. " He's using you."

Rita was another of Department Head Wilson's trysts. She was no special toy of his.

He peels her pathetic body off, leaving her slouched dazed self on the carpet.

Tom shuddered in disgust. Two words. Ministry men.

As the machine zigzagged and zoomed up the floors, Tom held onto the golden rope as he did for his very sanity.

Getting access into the records room had been simple for him, a practice he found familiar since fifth year. At that time, he was thirsty for information on that silly old man Dumbledore. The old coot was getting suspicious of his activities in school. Tom knew- to win a war, he had to know his enemies.

Leverage was what he had.

" Accio Annika's file."

A medium stack of brown rimmed files weighed into his waiting hands.

Tom furrowed his eyebrows as his fingers flipped through the various papers.

Face after face. Blond. Red. Freckles. A scar. A mole on her left cheek.