RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 36

TW: cuts and self harm
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Emelia'a eyes opened up in the middle of the night to Tom running his hand over her shoulder bone. His name was still there and it wasn't going away, no matter what she did. She seemed to be in his room because of the large shelf with the wide range of books sitting on them, neatly.

"Tom?", she asked.

"Yes."

"Why was I at Dumbledore's last night. You never answered the question."

He sighed.

"Emelia, do you promise not to harm yourself again? I mean why do you do it? Can you not deal with everyday life, as it is?"

She bit her lip. It wasn't that Emelia wanted to die, per say, but she needed to know that she was real. She disassociated so often that she couldn't tell what was real and what was a fever dream.

"I dunno."

"Damn it, Emelia! Can't you bloody tell I want you safe? Look here!"

He took his hand and forced her to look at him. They were laying next to each other, but their faces were even closer together now. She could feel his breath tingling against her skin.

"Stop hurting yourself or I'll take matters into my own hands."

She nodded. He removed his hand and started playing with her hair. She stayed still.

"If I tell you about Dumbledore will you stop trying to kill yourself?", he offered.

He offered her a deal. She loved deals and often the risk they came with. They were her weak spot.

"Sure."

"You're pregnant."

She stopped laying down and got up all of a sudden.

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

She was in denial. Emelia held her stomach and stared at the wall.

"I don't believe you."

She couldn't accept it. Her parents would disown her if they ever found out.

"Emelia, listen. You're either going to get rid of it or you're going to raise it like a mother. I'm not going to allow you to not acknowledge the child inside of you. So grow up and get over yourself."

She got up and tried to leave, but Tom got his wand and locked the door. She tried twisting the doorknob a few times, but it wouldn't work.

"Let me out, Riddle."

He shook his head and got up. Tom went to his chair and sat down looking at her with disgust.

"You know what I hate most about this? I'm not even sure it's my child. D'you know how pathetic that is?"

His emphasis on the word pathetic made her wince. She approached his bed and sat at the edge. Emelia felt like an outcast.

"I don't know what to do.", she whispered.

"Are you going to keep it?"

"For fuck's sake, I don't know!", she yelled.

His eyes were glowing a shade of deep red. He kept his posture.

"You're going to go to the clinic tomorrow. You'll see the ultrasound and then you shall decide whether or not to keep it.", he instructed.

She nodded and tried to keep her cool. He looked at her hands to see she was twisting around the ring he gave her. Emelia was fidgeting and she looked back at him.

"Can you come with me?", she asked.

"No."

Emelia felt a pit in her stomach.

"Goodnight."

He didn't reply.

"Your name's engraved in my back because of you and you can't tell goodnight? You're right, you are pathetic."

He couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm not the one who sleeps with everyone I meet, am I? Don't pull that bullshit on me. You are mine whether you like it or not, but I'm not going to act as if you aren't a blithering fool."

Emelia lunged towards him, but instead of tackling him she gave him a kiss. Her lips came in tact with his and they were in sync together. Tom fell back on the bed with her on his lap. He was surprised and gave in for a second, but realized it was a trick. She'd grabbed his wand and now it was pressed to the nape of his neck.

"I may be a blithering fool, but at least I can trick one of the most experienced wizards in my grade and get his wand."

His jaw was clenched and he rested his body. There was no point in fighting when she had his wand. Emelia inspected the wand while straddling
his lap. She threw it to the side where he couldn't reach it and pushed him down. He complied. Tom had never felt this way before. He was always dominant.

"Lift your hands up.", she demanded.

He lifted them up, as instructed. She went in for a hug on top of him. He'd misread all the signals. She just wanted a hug. Nothing more. When she wrapped her arms around him, he gulped. Slowly, his wrapped around her body, as well.

"I don't like when you yell at me.", she said in a hushed voice.

"I don't either, but sometimes it's necessary."

Emelia got up from the hug and fidgeting a little. She couldn't sit still, but Tom was not a chair. He tried to control himself, but his body couldn't. He let out a groan and she felt his growing erection.

"You're hard...already?", she questioned innocently.

"Jesus, Emelia", he murmured.

She unzipped his jeans and slipped her hand underneath the waistband of his underwear. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down to his length.

"Faster.", he demanded.

"You're not getting anywhere with that type of tone.", she purred, going even slower than before.

"Please.", he begged.

She picked up the pace. Her hand was wrapped around the bottom of his shaft and she saw it glistening with precome. Slowly, her mouth met his and she kissed him. He leaned back against the wall, willingly, and let her take action.

"Fuck."

Then she went down and put her tongue on the slit. His eyes rolled back. Tom pushed her head down deeper. She didn't mind, but gagged a bit. He released and came into her mouth. She swallowed and looked over at him. He seemed drowsy, but had a half smirk on his face. Tom got up and pulled his boxers back up, but kept his jeans off. She watched him and smiled, almost unaware of her current situation—being pregnant.

He came back and she was laying back against the headboard. Tom got on top of her and went down to her ear. She felt his hot breath against her skin and her breath hitched.

"You can't talk to the Weasley boy anymore."

She frowned and her smile went away, but she knew it'd be best for her. He planted a kiss on her cheek and then collapsed onto the other side of the bed.

"Get some rest, we have a long day tomorrow."

She smiled again. He'd be going with her to the clinic.