KISSES ─ h.p. imagines.

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Modern day AU. Mature themes mentioned. Idk what being pregnant is like but im using my imagination so dont attacc meh. No smut.

✨Third Person POV✨

(Y/N) woke up to the winter sun's rays shining on to her face mercilessly. She groaned in annoyance, trying to fall asleep again, but to no avail.

She opened her eyes fully, taking in her surroundings. She was in the Room of Requirement, in a bed draped with dark green sheets.

(Y/N) made to move out of bed, but let out a squeak of pain. The pain in her lower abdomen was unbearable.
Eyes watering, she inspected the purple bruises on her hips, where he'd gripped her hard. Her upper half was covered in love marks, from her waist to her neck.

She wiped her eyes, searching the room for him, but she was alone.

"Tom?" she called, but nobody replied. She sighed, biting her lip hard so she didn't cry out in pain again.

He had become so distant lately, and she wasn't his main priority anymore. This upset her greatly.

Wobbling slightly, she got up and fixed her messy bed hair and crumpled uniform as best as she could, then scrubbed her face with a damp cloth that had magically appeared beside her, before walking out into the sunlit hallway outside.

The corridor was surprisingly empty, give or take a few ghosts floating around the place.

She quickened her pace, wanting to get back to her own dormitory before anyone saw the state she was in. She turned a corner, only to be met with a group of Tom's friends, whom she did not know the names of.

"Oi! Look! It's Riddle's little slut!" one of them jeered. The others turned their heads to look her way, and then started to laugh.

" That thing is his girlfriend? I mean, I know he doesn't like anything too extravagant, but her?"

(Y/N) backed away slowly, head down, wanting more than anything for the ground to swallow her right then and there.

She broke into a limping run, the jeers and rude comments still ringing in her ears as she stumbled into the Slytherin common room.

(Y/N) scanned the room frantically, but there was a only a few first years playing Exploding Snap.

Grumbling audibly,she made her way up to her dormitory. She was about to turn the handle when the door swung open, revealing her best friend, Valerie Hopkins.

"Sooooooooo..."she smirked, leaning against the door frame. The beautiful ebony seventeen year old looked (Y/N) up and down, taking in her bed hair, streaked mascara and crumpled uniform.

"Did you have fun with Riddle, hm?"

(Y/N) flushed a magnificent shade of deep scarlet, keeping her gaze on the floor while trying to edge past Valerie.

"Val, just let me in, please," she said sullenly, giving a half-hearted attempt to shove her out of the way. Valerie let her pass, peering after (Y/N) curiously.

"Babes, is everything okay?" she asked, worriedly. (Y/N) said nothing. Wincing slightly, she grabbed a long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans from her wardrobe and threw them on, not caring that she was being watched. Valerie was like her sister so it didn't really matter anyway.

"(Y/N), what the hell-" she gasped, but silenced herself at the tired glare (Y/N) gave her.
Valerie was anxious for her friend. She didn't know what Riddle had done to (Y/N), but she didn't like it, nor did she want it to happen again.