tom riddle imagines

12: pregnant (c.c.)

imagine:
you're pregnant and tom riddle is the father. however, he doesn't fully believe you.

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"Have you checked with the nurse?" Tom asked. His voice was neutral, as if he didn't feel a single pressure weighing on his shoulder—and that scared you. His hands laid on your shoulder, squeezing it gently as his cheeks caressed your neck. You had no idea what was going through his mind at that moment, and you were terrified because you knew him well. He was always rational and you tend to follow your heart most of the time. People had always said opposites attract, but you knew there would come a time where the attraction would wear off.

"Not yet, but I'm sure it's—"

"You can't confirm it until you have solid proof," he cut you off, his monotonous voice worrying you once again. He slowly lets go off your shoulders and backed away a few steps from you.

"Tom, I've been puking every morning for a week now!" you croaked, your voice breaking. Your throat was burning with rage and pain, you didn't know if he would even care, or if he did care at that very moment and it pained you to even look at him in the eyes knowing what he'd do if it were confirmed.

"Go to the nurse," Tom said once again with frustration in his voice.

Silence fell between you two as the tension rose, the uncertainty and worry in the both of your eyes meeting each other, only to find conflict and anger. You felt his anger and frustration, and he felt your desperation to be loved. That was what you both thought you wanted.

"If that's what it takes, fine," you sneered, your eyes squinting at him in annoyance.

"Do what you must," Tom uttered, before making his way back to his dorm.

You stood by the doorway of the Gryffindor common room, drowning in your overwhelming thoughts and anger as you wondered how you got into this situation in the first place. Your heart broke at each thought you made, all being even more pessimistic than Tom ever was. You had never left so low, so hopeless. An overwhelming weight on your chest only built up by the second as your urge to let your feelings out grew stronger. You needed someone—Tom, especially—but it seemed like for the first time, you were completely alone.

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The next morning, you woke up to a deafening thunderstorm awakening half the students in Hogwarts. It was only a Saturday 7AM, but it seemed like there were more students awake at that moment than in the morning of the schooldays. The cold, moist air engulfed the campus, freezing almost everyone to death as the thunder boomed once more, startling the year 1s and 2s.

"Bloody hell..." you sighed, rubbing your eyes as you gazed out the window tiredly. The sky was dark grey, clouds building up as the rain poured upon the buildings much heavier and stronger. Rather than wishing for a glimpse of sunlight, you found the weather quite relaxing, especially now that you felt much like it—a swirl of rage and uncertainty, with a hint of tears and internal screaming.

Though you were tired and sleepy, you made your way out your bed, yawning as you stood upright. You stretched out for a minute, letting your stress flow out of you when a sudden wave of nausea rushed over you, your stomach aching in pain once again. Just like every other morning.

"Fuck!" you yelled, rushing to the bathroom.

You had entered the bathroom and onto the sink just in time as you felt a burning sensation rising up your throat and a hint of sourness on your tongue. Before you knew it, it all came out more than you had imagined. You felt your intestines being puked out of your body and your stomach churning and swirling like it was out of this universe.