A single deep crimson droplet of Malfoy’s blood landed on the back of Harry’s hand. It carried with it the gravity of what he had just done, dragging him down, down, down.
His knees hit the tiled floor and he watched in horrified fascination as the pink-stained water crept closer and closer, the surface rippling with the force of Malfoy’s screams. Myrtle flew around and through him, urging him to move, to help, to do something.
Malfoy’s silver-grey eyes dimmed, and it was only the thought of that light going out forever that finally had his muscles working.
He tried to stand. Collapsed. Crawled on his belly through the life now puddling on the tiles.
Drawing on the deep well of magic within himself, he reached for Malfoy’s soul, anchored it, working only on instinct, wrapped it in his own and thought, live.
It wasn’t until much later, after the healers had come and gone, after the interrogations were over, after he was finally in his bed in Gryffindor Tower, that he realised he had become the thing he reviled.
And he didn’t regret it for a moment.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered.
“That’s all I ever wanted to be,” Draco whispered back.
Finally finished this one!! 💕💕 not too WOAH -- but somehow, the result went well 😭😭💕 (ps. I got sick qwq)
P.s.s, tiktok kept crushing and crushing while i was editing -- so it got me artblock and was going to give up on this-- CapCut being greedy with their effects and edits-- like everything are vip what-
summary: you were a new student and you have taken the interest of tom riddle, he decides he wants to know everything about you
a/n: i'm a sucker for obsessive tom, what can i say
song: we belong together - ritchie valens
Tom Riddle. A name that brought fear to most students. He was powerful, and had intelligence that the professors admired. He excelled in all of his classes with flying colors.
He knows most things about all the people in his year, and a good amount of stuff about the students in higher and lower years as well.
So it was a bit of a shock when he saw you stroll into the great hall. Headmaster Dippet had called you up to the stool to be sorted into your house.
After a short while, the hat called out Slytherin. He couldn't be more grateful, seeing as how you were a sight for sore eyes. Many people must agree seeing as there were many others that seemed to be checking you out.
He quietly observed all of your movements from where he was sitting, trying his best to read you.
His 'friends' noticed his almost zoned out gaze and called his name. His attention was brought back in front of him as he looked at his followers with an annoyed expression.
The day was over as quick as it started. The next day, he noticed you were in most of his classes, allowing him to study you more. He had his followers do research on you and your family's background. He had them around the castle to keep an eye on you.
He felt a sort of pull towards you, he wanted to know everything about you.
In the potions class, he saw you sat in the back. Normally he would sit in the front of his classes, but he took the seat next to you today.
"Hi," you greet with a nod, looking at him take out a quill.
"Hello, I'm Tom RIddle," says, voice like silk.
"Y/n," you smile at him.
"What brings you to Hogwarts?"
"My family moved, I used to go to Beauxbatons," you explain. He hums and turns his attention to the professor.
Since then, you have become almost friends. He began to tutor you for potions, the one class you did not have an outstanding in. You still had high marks for that class, but you wanted to try and get all O's.
He had taken a great liking to you.
He most likely wouldn't admit his feelings, he thought it was impossible for him to feel such things because of him being conceived under a love potion. Yet, you come along and prove him wrong.
He wasn't really one for public affection, but he was different in private.
Even though he didn't necessarily do things such as holding your hand, or having an arm around your shoulder, people would say he was obsessed with you. His eyes and attention were wherever you were.
There was something about you that was so ethereal to him.
Whenever someone looked at you for too long, or in a bad way, he dealt with them when you were somewhere else in the castle.
Today was the day of your date with him. He had finally decided to ask you to accompany him on a 'picnic' as you called it. He said it was just a meal outside but you discarded that.
He used his wandless and non-verbal magic to quickly set up the secluded area as you got ready.
A bit later you met him there and couldn't stop a bright smile from forming. He loved your smile, it was one of his favorite things about you. He would always find a way to make you smile, and if you weren't with him, he already had it engraved in his mind for him to imagine.
"Hello, y/n. You look lovely, as always," he greets you kissing your hand.
"Tom," you blush and avert your eyes. "I think you look dashing as well," you smile and pat his chest.
"Well, come sit," he says as he goes to sit in the spot set up. It has a beautiful view of the mountains and the Black Lake.
"This view is stunning," your eyes shine, taking in the phenomenal scene in front of you.
"Mine is too," he says gazing at you.
"My goodness Tom, stop with your flattery," you laugh covering your face to hide your even more reddened cheeks.
"I am only speaking the truth," he replies, bringing his hands to your wrists and pulling your hands from your face.
"You are the most exquisite person I've met," you pat his cheek.
"I know," he grins. You roll your eyes and go to resort, when you felt his lips on yours.
You recover from the temporary shock and kiss back. You had fancied him for some time now. You knew he was different with you, but never would you have thought he would return your feelings. No kisses have ever felt this intimate before, the way he kissed you was as if he was trying to show you how much he cared for you.
You had to pull back for some air after a minute.
"Tom," you mutter as he looks at your swollen lips and jovial face. This is, in fact, his first kiss. He has never felt an attraction to any other person before. On top of that, he was always so focused on his education and plans for the future.
"Y/n," he breathes out.
"What was that for," you whisper playfully.
"For you being perfect," he whispers kissing you again. When you two break apart, he asks you to go to hogsmeade with him. To which you replied with, "I would be a fool to ever turn you down, Tom," as you look at him with such love that had his heart beating so fast he thought he would have a heart attack.
A/n: Just a random thought and I just wrote it without any second thoughts so just pardon me if there are any mistakes or something.
Warnings⚠️: Knife, Slight violence, Gore content, Blood licking, Blood and maybe more I can't think of them rn😭
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Your back was pressed against the wall as you sat on the ground with your knees to your chest. Your breaths were heavy and tears were pouring down your eyes. The person in front of you, your boyfriend, was sitting on one of his knees and his hand on his other knee.
He had a look on his face that made you want to get sucked by the wall, the look that made you cower in fear, the look that stopped your heart from beating. He brought up his hand and brought them up to your cheeks, "How could you even think of doing that? Just how?" He said as he lightly stroked your cheeks with his calloused hands. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, it was light, soft and sweet unlike his personality right now in front of you.
You wanted to say something in your defense but no words made their way out of your mouth and so you just moved your head from side to side hoping he would take that as an answer but a dark chuckle left his lips, "Sweetcheeks, I need your words, you've already made me mad enough and I don't think you would want to make me mad anymore, yeah? So use your words." As he said that his touch on your cheeks got a little harsh and his hand travelled down on your throat, it made you gasp as his hand was now on your throat.
You brought your hands up on his wrist in order to prevent him from doing something very serious to you but you could not do anything because he was stronger than you. "Use your damn words." He said as he brought his face closer to your face, "I..I'm so-sorry, please, please for-forgive me." You said with a shaky voice as his face was very close to yours, just mere inches apart from yours.
You saw him bring his other hand up to your face, his hand had something in them, it was a knife. Your eyes went wide as you saw there was a small knife in his hand, not too big but a pocket knife. You could feel your body shaking by now from fear. "Sweetheart, your sorry won't change the fact that you let them touch you and talk to you. You know how possessive I am for you." He said as he brought the knife up to your face.
He brought the knife up to your forehead, which made you close your eyes in fear while you sucked in a deep breath, thinking he might kill you. He traced the knife from your forehead to your cheeks, with a sinisterly dark smile was on his lips. He looked like a pure maniac by now with that look on his face, his hairs were disheveled, his sleeves were folded till his elbow. Normally, you would find this appearance hot but right now, it was making you cower in fear.
You gasped as he traced the knife down to your cheeks and then to your chin, he held your chin with the tip of the knife, "Now now open your eyes and look at me." As he said that you opened your eyes instantly and looked at him wanting to compile to every request in order to not anger him anymore. "That's like my good girl, now tell me will you ever let any other guy talk to you and touch you?" He smiled sinisterly as he saw you open your eyes.
He traced the knife back to your left cheek, and pressed the knife on your cheek. As he pressed the knife, blood oozed out of your cheek and it made you cry. Tears were pouring down your eyes as he pressed the knife more harshly. His other hand was still on your throat, as you opened your eyes he brought your face closer to his. "No-no, I will never-never let anyone do that." You said in a low voice as the proximity of his sinister aura was making your head spin. His smile widened as he heard your words, "Yes Sweetcheeks, that's right, I'm your only love, you can only love me, look at me and talk to me. You don't need anyone else apart from me. You only belong with me, and no one else. If anyone ever dares to look at you, I promise I will make them pay."
He whispered the last part as he brought his lips closer to your left ear while pressing the knife deeper in your skin. You nodded your head as you were unable to speak anything, you wanted to say a lot of things but you knew it would only lead to more danger. "See it wasn't that hard, now was it? That's like my good girl." He said with a voice full of love while his personality and aura made you want to run and hide from him. He took back the knife from your cheek and brought his lips back from your ear to your cheeks and licked the blood that oozed out from your cheek.
You were disgusted by his act and wanted to push him away but you couldn't so you just cried more. He retracted his hands from your throat and wrapped them around your waist and pulled you close. He sat on the floor with you on his lap, crying more and more. He brought his hand up on your back and rubbed it softly and helped you calm down. It was an act ironic to his previous act. You couldn't believe the change in his personality but this is how he is. You couldn't help but cry more feeling pity for your ownself.
