Serendipity (Tom Riddle x Reader)

iii. Makeup Sex .iii

TW: mentions of eating disorder, alcoholism, and depression

Warning, it's like, 8 am and I havent slept in 19 hours, the end gets a bit shit because of that. Sorry lmao

Some people were surprised to see you two together, walking the halls silently while Tom carried your books. Everytime your eyes met, they turned away quickly, not wanting to look into eachothers beautiful iris'. It was a kind of torture for him, one he didn't realize would be so painstaking. After last night's events, finding you in his room passed out drunk after weeks of not talking to eachother, he realized he messed up. As much as he had the qualities of love imprinted in the image of you, he had broken your fragile heart. He flatly told you, "youre pathetic. Get the fuck out and don't come back." And when you didn't, it was mental torture.

Tom had to watch you as you sat alone in the library, as you read in the great hall instead of eating. He had to watch you try to fend off the creepy guys that courted you, and wouldn't take the hint since you were no longer claimed. His heart was heavy as he helped Slughorn sort out the grades for people, looking down at your report to see your grades slowly dipping from the high 90s down to 80s. Up until last night, he believed he could sustain from caving and finally begging you back into his life.

But when Tom walked into his dorm room after rounds to see you on his bed, hair all over his sheets, and a broken bottle of firewhiskey on the floor. He knew this had to stop. Your body looked delicate, the moon lit your face softly, and you were curled in a ball at the bottom of his bed. He could see the dried tears on your cheeks, some parts/strands of your h/c hair sticking to your face. You were beautiful, you always had been to him, but he couldn't help but cringe at the sight of your small shirt revealing the swollen, sunken in stomach. Starving yourself was dangerous, and he put his pride away a few times by trying to convince a few girls to sit with you and eat. So that you would follow in suit and eat along with them. But you never did, you just looked up, eyes flickering to their face for a moment before gazing at the thick book in front or you again.

Tom couldn't stand the site of you, as he gently picked you up, your body cold against him from the freezing temperatures in the dungeons. Waking you in the process, you lazily groaned. He handed you a hoodie, which you slowly put over your tank top and shorts. You were too hazy and sleep deprived to register anything going on, instead burying yourself under the heavy blankets of your ex-lovers bed. He contemplated his next movements, and decided to lay next to you, pulling your body into his as you both fell asleep to the shifty moonlight against the lake, and his hands played with your hair softly.

When you woke up, he was already awake, but was reading while stroking your hair silently. The black lake let in little bits of light, but the candle illuminated the room. You groaned loudly, a headache pounding through your head as you shifted away from his warm shirtless chest. He put down the book and looked at you, if you didn't know any better you'd believe he was guilty. You quickly looked down, noticing you were still wearing clothing, exhaling you rubbed your eyes, "the bloody fuck am I doing in your room?"