"Did he fuck you well?" An acidic voice sounded beside you in the otherwise quiet library. You sighed loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head, annoyed that he interrupted you for this insignificant rendezvous.
You knew what you'd done to get your hands on the book Tom wanted would come back to him. You had felt an extra pair of eyes on you that night after you left the room of requirement, book in hand, smirk on your features. You had tried your best to be discreet, knowing you'd never hear the end of it if Tom found out and in this enormous school it still managed to happen.
You were already bored of this topic, not taking your eyes off the book in front of you, your voice held a certain monotone expression.
"I haven't fucked anyone but you." Of course you were lying. You knew it, Tom knew it. You weren't exactly subtle when it came to your sexuality. You liked sex. You liked having sex. With him. With other people. You used your looks and sex appeal to your advantage. A fact, that enraged Tom to no end. He tried multiple times to try and tame you, control you into submission but you were anything but compliant, defying him at every turn, agitating him to the point where he thought at times he'd go mad.
You heard nothing from him for what felt like eons, you didn't know if you were more scared or more excited from his silence, your mind already imagining what was going to happen next.
What you didn't expect was Tom grabbing your wrist roughly, dragging you towards one of the shelves in a darkened corner of the room.
"Who was it." It wasn't a request. It wasn't a question. Tom towered over you, something he used to try to intimate you often. But he always seemed to forget how long you two had been friends, how well you knew him. How much you knew.
"Let go of me." You half struggled to get your arm out of his grip that only tightened around your skin. You looked up at him, nearly bursting at the seams at the scene in front of you. He was fuming, his body shaking with anger as his eyes bore into yours.
Your entire body erupted in goosebumps. He had no idea what he did to you when he was like this. You twisted your arm in his grip, pulling his body against yours.
You pressed your lips against his jaw, teeth grazed against his skin.
"Who I fuck, Tommy, is none of your business." Your voice was low but assertive, you felt him bend your arm a bit, making you gasp softly.
His tactics didn't work on you, where anyone else quivered at the sight of him, flinching when he even looked at them some type of way, you ran into the fire willingly and all too eager.
"Who. Was. It." He growled, trying to get something, anything out of you that revealed who it was. You sighed against him, letting out a soft laugh, kissing his neck before you pushed him away from you.
He glared at you, trying to reach out to you again but you moved out of the way, another chuckle coming from you as you walked away from him.
Tom watched every interaction with every male at the school, trying to pick up any signs, any indication as to who it was. It was driving him mad, his possessive side coming out more so now than ever and you were thriving in it.
The two of you were walking down the hall, his hand on the back of your neck, heading to your next lesson. You noticed some guy looking at you and you whispered to Tom.
"Maybe it was him." You grinned, taking your eyes off the boy but Tom's grip on your neck tightened slightly, his dark eyes boring holes into the other boy so much that he had to look away in fear.
This new game of guess who amused you more than you thought it would. The two of you in the library, studying and then suddenly you look over at some random guy and comment on how fit he was and Tom would absolutely lose it. Asking you if it was him, who it was and you only replied with a knowing grin and then a shrug as you went back to studying.
The game however, came to an abrupt end after only 2 days. Which in your mind was a new record, you knew it also had to do with the fact that every time Tom tried to get too close to you, you twisted away, laughing at your teasing ways.
He had finally had enough when he saw you and Abraxas speaking in hushed tones, your hand on his bicep as you spoke to him, a smile on your face.
That was his breaking point, he was done with this game. A game that made him look like a fool and he'd be damned if he ever looked anything less than a God to everyone at this school. He had made a habit of grabbing your wrist so much it was constantly sore and bruised. Not that you minded at all, you often found yourself pressing against the darkened skin, holding back a moan as the pain shot up your arm.
You tried your hardest not to grin as you took in the image of Tom in front of you, eyes blazing, heat radiating off him like a small fire.
You couldn't escape him, not this time. He'd made sure of it. Taking you to an empty classroom, locking the door behind the two of you and acquiring your wand in the span of a few seconds.
You sighed, leaning back against the wall, your eyes meeting his challengingly.
"Tell me who it was."
You groaned loudly, rolling your eyes at his words. "Tommy what does it matter who it was. He had the book. We wanted it. I got it." You couldn't help how your voice rose slightly, you were annoyed and done with your game too, mostly frustrated. Your teasing had also left you high and dry as well.
His eyes turned to slits as he continued to glare at you, your words doing nothing to ease the anger he felt. His jaw clenched and you could see his body still shaking from how much he was holding everything in.
You opened your mouth to speak again but he cut you off suddenly, grabbing your arms and throwing you on top the nearest desk.
"Tom what the bloody he-" Your words were cut off when his hand connected with your bottom and you let out a small cry, the slap echoing in the empty room. His hand connected with your skin again and you gasped this time. Whatever Tom was attempting to do was clearly failing. And he knew that. He growled again but continued until your skin was red and burning hot under his touch. Your face was pressed against the cold desk, lip between your teeth, trying your best not to moan his name.
You didn't even have time to bask in the pleasurable pain he'd given you when you felt him thrust into you, his hand holding you down preventing you from getting up, from moving even an inch. His movements were quick, hips snapping against yours. You moaned, you legs trembling against the desk. You were close, he knew that. And right before you could meet your sweet release he slid out of you. Your fingers gripped the desk in annoyance. He stopped for a moment, as if waiting for something and then he started up again, sliding in quickly, his pace never slowing down and once more, right before you came he prevented you from doing so. Again and again he repeated his actions, after the 3rd time you'd lost count, your brain a mess, tears were nearly coming to your eyes and you were practically pleading with him to let you come and he would only watch your body shake beneath him. You swore you heard him chuckle. You felt like the world was going to end if he didn't let you find release.
"Tommy, please. Please." You whispered, pressing your forehead against the desk in attempts to cooling down but it did nothing to help your current state of mind.
You felt him lean over you, his chest against your back as he caged you in. Once again you felt him slide into you, this time more slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him. You whimpered, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping the desk.
"Who. Was-"
"It was Dolohov!" You cried out, your body couldn't take anymore of the torture.
"Good girl." Tom whispered in your ear. He rewarded you, thrusting in three, four, five more times before you both came hard, harder than you thought was possible and your body along with Tom's slumped against the desk. You could barely breath under the weight of him but you didn't care at the moment. Too exhausted with the whole ordeal to even try to move.
Tom lifted you up suddenly, making you stumble back against his chest. You legs felt like jelly and you weren't sure you could even walk. His hands snaked around your waist, keeping you securely on the ground.
"Let this be the last time I hear about you and someone else." He started, you didn't have the energy to fight him or argue about it. "You..are mine. Mine. Do you understand?" You nodded slowly, too worn out to start another quarrel about it. "Good girl." He brought his lips to your neck, kissing your skin quickly. "Now.... Let's go see our friend Dolohov shall we?"
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The Dark Lord's Shadow
FanfictionBefore he was the most feared wizard in the world, he was one of the most feared students at Hogwarts. History will often say his followers were a vicious group of boys who turned into equally brutish men. Before he was the Dark Lord, he was just a...