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Not sorry for loving you- Tom Riddle x Reader - Part 1

Request; Tom and reader are childhood friends, both from the orphanage. Reader is a Hufflepuff who is the complete opposite of Tom; Tom and reader are very close and Tom would do anything to keep her by his side, including erasing her memories if she discovers what he keeps from her(ie-his darker side). he makes her his horcrux after a near death experience.

warnings; Tom Riddle being Tom Riddle, murder, obsession, unhealthy co-dependency, human horcrux making without consent, memory manipulation, memory erasing, manipulation, shit ton of fluff. Smut included but not till the last quarter of the fic-its very soft and sweet; first times. PinV sex, condoms used, oral sex(M and Fem receiving)

Fem reader, she/her used.

@serenamultifandom

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They grew up together.

At Wools orphanage. She’d been left there, her parents had died from tuberculosis, Tom had been born there-his mother dying giving birth to him.

They met quickly, of course they did, they arrived at the orphanage only months apart; they’d been put in bassinets close to each other, she had been crying, needing attention-but none of the orphanage caretakers were around to hear her.

When one finally arrived-they found the oddest thing, Tom was in (y/n)’s bassinet, cuddling her, tiny fists clutching her baby clothes and she gripped his in turn.

From that moment, the two were inseparable.

There wasn’t a thing they didn’t do together, even if they were polar opposites. (y/n) was sweet, bubbly, and friendly; social, a magnet to families that visited in search of a child to either add to their family, or because they couldn’t make one of their own.

Each time, (y/n) ended up being left behind at the orphanage, the families ending up leaving without her due to something, odd, happening each time they expressed interest in adopting her. One man ended up breaking his arm, tripping over a toy that wasn’t there before, a woman’s appendix ruptured mid-adoption interview, a couple suddenly became very ill when speaking to her.

The caretakers slowly pulled her back from view after each incident, getting wary of her even though she was so sweet. Perhaps she was bad luck, or was being possessed by some demon that hurt anyone that tried to get close to her.

Or perhaps there was a very possessive boy, who could do strange things, who didn’t want to lose his only friend, his only family.

The little girl, (y/n), was none the wiser to Tom Riddle’s influence on her failed adoptions.

“I don’t get it, why does nobody want me?” she asked quietly in her soft squeaky voice, the two sitting under the willow tree in the courtyard, Tom’s hand holding hers as he held a book in his lap with the other. They were five, getting closer by the day. Tom looked at her, frowning softly, he squeezed her hand, tugging her closer.

“I want you.” he said, almost demanding she listen to him-that yes she was wanted. He wanted her, he wouldn’t ever allow her to leave. (y/n) smiled at him, tears still rolling down her cheeks and he wiped them with his scratchy sleeves, kissing her forehead like he’d seen mothers on the streets to for their injured children. “I’ll always want you.”

“Thank you, Tommy,” (y/n) said, cuddling closer to him and he smiled, only she could call him that, resting her head on hers as he read the book to her, Peter Pan; one of her favorite stories. “Anything for you, (n/n).” he murmured back, a smile on his pale rosy cheeks.

-

As the two grew, so did their bond, after they turned seven the caretakers tried to separate them at night-since once they’d been old enough to walk and open doors, they spent every night together in each other's beds, usually (y/n) in Tom’s bed since all the other boys were scared of him and didn’t want to share a room.

Tom fought like hell when the caretakers began locking their rooms at night; screaming, fighting, punching, throwing things-cracking glass from the sheer force of his scream. After several nights of nonstop fighting, from both children, (y/n) crying and sobbing her little heart out each night, being terrorized by nightmares without her protector around; the caretakers gave up, eventually just moving (y/n) into Tom’s room, with one condition, the door was never to be locked.

Neither child understood why their caretakers were being so strict about it, but they were just happy to be together again, the two quickly drifting off to sleep in the middle of the night, hands held tight and resting on the same pillow.

Tom, when he was eight, began to realize there was something truly special about him. He knew things, happened, around him; when someone made him or (y/n) hurt, he hurt them back without lifting a finger-only thinking of what he wanted to be done. When he wanted rain powerfully enough, rain came, if he wanted someone to be terrified, their dreams would turn to nightmares, robbing them of sleep. He could even speak to snakes.

Around that age the caretakers forced Tom to every Sunday service, even tried to exorcise him because they were so sure this pale dark-haired child with an empty gaze when not around (y/n) was a demon. He returned to (y/n) at the orphanage; shaking and wet, holy water dripping from his face and hair. “Tommy,” she gasped, scrambling down from their bed to wrap her arms around him in a hug, he latched onto her, soaking up her warmth as she held him as close as possible.

He had a grudge against any sort of religion from then on, using the strange snake language he had to scare the caretakers from taking him again, convincing them he was indeed a demon, but one too powerful for them to even try to bring in.

So, they finally let him be, pushing (y/n) be his ‘guiding light’ since she was so pure, she must’ve been an angel sent to Tom to guide him. However, she liked Tom just the way he was, anti-social attitude and all.

He made her things, somehow able to turn flowers into crystals, leaves into animated little creatures, and snowflakes into jewelry, always giving it to her with a smile. She cherished everything he gave her, keeping it all under her bed in a worn out box.

She soon found out she could do things too, it was around Tom’s 9th birthday, she was determined to get him a gift-since he got her a gift for her birthday every year. She searched the market near the orphanage, wanting desperately to find a gift for her longest and only friend.

She stumbled upon a toy store, pushing inside to look at all the toys around, there were classic toys, stuffed teddies and rocking horses, but she was looking for something Tom would like.

She eventually found a shiny snake stuffed animal and knew she found the perfect gift, she grabbed it from the shelf and took it to the counter. “Five shillings,” the toy shop owner said. (y/n) frowned, oh right, money. She dug into her pockets, only producing two shillings. “sorry sweetheart,” the owner said with an apologetic smile, putting the toy to the side. “tell you what, I’ll keep this one aside till you can get the money, okay?”

(y/n) nodded, turning on her heel, rushing out of the toy shop to search for more coins. She searched through gutters and the streets, even trash bins, trying to find discarded coins to buy Tom’s gift with, but she couldn’t find anything, eventually pouting in a park by the pond, shifting the two coins in her hands together.

She really wanted to get a gift for him, he’d always gotten her something for her birthday, this last year he’d gotten her a stuffed bear that she called ‘beary’ and she adored it. She sighed pocketing her coins and resting her face in her hands, looking down at the stones at her feet by the pond edge.

She wished she could turn the rocks into shillings, it would be so easy if she could just-pop! Do it.

She picked one of the pebbles up, pouting at it, clenching her fist around it. She wondered if she could do the same thing as Tom, turn things into another thing if she focused hard enough.

She closed her eyes, imagining the rock turning into a coin, the same as the ones in her pockets. When she opened her eyes and her hand-before her eyes, sat a shilling. She let out a burst of laughter. “I did it, I did it!” she squealed, picking up more rocks, focusing hard to turn them into coins. She’d always had an incredibly artistic mind, so the change from rock to coin was perfect.

She grinned widely, running back to the toy shop eagerly, showing the coins to the owner. “Back already? Well done well done, well-that’s five shillings, so here you go.” The owner said with a laugh, bagging the snake for her and handing it to her, she smiled sweetly, giving him a big grin, missing a tooth.

“Thank you!” she said and the owner smiled back, waving her off as she left the toy shop-heading right back for the orphanage to pretty up Tom’s present, and show him what she could do.

She found a pretty silver ribbon in her box of Knick knacks(most of it gifts from Tom), she usually used it as a hair accessory but thought it suited the snake toy better. She tied a bow around the toys neck and put it on Tom’s side of their shared bed, her bed usually just used for extra things or their clothes they were too lazy to put away.

She grabbed a pretty rock from the box too, wanting to show Tom what she discovered-that she was like him-and waited for him to return to their room. He quickly did, having only gone to the library down the street to grab some books for himself. He saw her first, as he always did, and then saw the snake toy.

“Happy birthday,” (y/n) said with a grin, bouncing on her heels as Tom set the books on her bed and grabbed the toy, a small smile on his face.

“Thank you (y/n), it’s really nice.” He said softly, turning to her as she reached to hug him and he easily hugged back, nuzzling his face in her shoulder.

“You’re welcome! Oh oh! I have something to show you!” She said, voice pitched with excitement, pulling away from him to show him the rock. He rose his brow. “It’s a pretty rock?” he said, attempting to be enthusiastic, because it was (y/n). (y/n) giggled and shook her head, closing her fist around the rock and focusing hard, imagining what she wanted it to turn into.

When she opened her hand, the rock was gone, replaced by a silver coin. Tom’s eyes widened and he grabbed her hand, looking up at her. “You can do it to!?” he whisper yelled and (y/n) nodded, her smile wide.

“I’m like you Tom,” she whispered and he pulled her into a hug, tight and possessive, but she laughed and hugged him back, nuzzling into his shoulder.

This, somehow, made them even closer. They were different than the other kids, they could do things the others couldn’t, (y/n) could make flowers grow from nothing, Tom could break things just by focusing hard enough, (y/n) could frost water over, Tom could speak to snakes.

They were different, and to them, that was a good thing, it meant that they were the only ones to understand the other, Tom liked that, knowing (y/n) would only ever be understood by him, and therefore never want to stop being around him.

Then came (y/n)’s 11th birthday, it was in the summer, and on that day, after Tom had gotten her a birthday cake with the transformed coins, a strange man came to the orphanage, claiming to be a family member-allowed into their room.

“What do you want?” Tom demanded, standing in front of (y/n) protectively, (y/n) holding his shoulders as she peeked around him. “Who are you?” Tom demanded again, (y/n) squeezing his shoulders.

“Tom that’s not nice,” She whispered to him and he only scrunched his nose, still standing tall in front of her. The strange man only smiled, taking off his hat.

“It is all right, my name is Professor Dumbledore, of Hogwarts.” Tom scrunched his nose further, his hands clenched into fists.

“Hogwarts? Hogwash, you’re a doctor ain’t you? Here to lock us up? Ain’t nothing wrong with us!” Tom said with a curl to his lip, extremely defensive, continuing to guard (y/n).

“I am not a doctor Tom, I am a professor, at a school.” Dumbledore said, sitting at the end of (y/n)’s bed and Tom turned them so she was still blocked from Dumbledore’s view. “a school, that both of you could attend, together.” Tom still didn’t trust the man, but (y/n), ever curious and social, peeked around Tom to look at Dumbledore.

“What kinda school is it?” she asked quietly and Dumbledore smiled at her. “Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” Dumbledore said with an air of…magic.

“Witchcraft?” (y/n) murmured and Tom huffed, sneering. “Wizardry? Don’t try to trick us old man, such things don’t exist.” Tom said with a clench of his jaw, Dumbledore only hummed.

“Don’t they?...you two can do things, can't you? Things the other children can't do? You can make things happen when you're angry, or scared?” Dumbledore asked, leaning forward towards the children. Tom narrowed his eyes further at the old man while (y/n) slowly creeped out from behind him. “Hogwarts is a school where you can learn to hone your magic, for that’s what it is you both can do, magic. You, (y/n), are a witch, and you Tom are a wizard.”

Dumbledore looked at them both, Tom still looked unconvinced, (y/n) however, was starry-eyed. Dumbledore looked back at Tom. “You don’t believe me, do you?” Dumbledore asked and Tom huffed, curling his lip, still guarding (y/n) behind him.

“Prove it.” He snapped and he yelped as their wardrobe went up in flames, putting his arms around (y/n) behind him, protecting her from the fire, their eyes wide. Something was shaking inside the wardrobe, Tom looked back at Dumbledore.

“I think there's something in your wardrobe trying to get out Tom,” Dumbledore said and Tom slowly approached the wardrobe, the flames not hot as he opened the door, finding the small box of things full of items stolen from other children-from when they had done something to anger him, or hurt (y/n). He took the box out, the flames ceasing at once-not even a mark left behind.

Tom looked back up at Dumbledore, who glanced at the box and then at Tom. Tom dumped out the items onto his bed, not looking at Dumbledore as he spoke again. “Thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts Tom, see to it that those items are returned to their owners, I’ll know if you haven’t done so.” Dumbledore said, a bit sternly and (y/n) grabbed Tom’s hand, not liking how the man was talking to her friend.

Tom squeezed her hand back, bringing her closer, looking up at Dumbledore. “She’ll come too?” Tom asked and Dumbledore nodded.

“Oh yes, she is a witch, as you as a wizard, both of you can attend Hogwarts.” Dumbledore said and (y/n) frowned, looking at their meager pile of, mostly fake, coins that rested in their makeshift bank.

“We don’t have any money,” (y/n) said softly and Dumbledore smiled.

“Not to worry, Hogwarts will fund you both for all your school supplies, including your robes, wand, and shoes. You both shall receive your Hogwarts letter very soon, in fact-“There was a tap at the window and (y/n) jumped and turned, hiding behind Tom as she saw an owl at the window, holding two letters in its beak.

Tom opened the window, taking the letters, one addressed to him, the other to (y/n). He handed (y/n) her letter, the two carefully opening them. They were formally written letters, telling them they’d been enrolled at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, along with a list of things they’d need for their first year, and a ticket for the Hogwarts express at Platform 9 ¾’s, at kings cross station.

“Seems real enough Tom, maybe he’s really telling the truth.” (y/n) whispered to him, the two standing close together. Tom stared at her, she was excited, wanting to go to this-school. Tom sighed, he could never say no to her, and looked at Dumbledore.

“We’ll go.” He muttered and Dumbledore seemed pleased, preparing to leave when Tom spoke up again. “I can talk to snakes too…is that…something other wizards can do? (y/n) can’t.” Tom said, and Dumbledore gave an unnerved expression before leaving, not saying another word.

“I think that’s a no,” (y/n) murmured, but Tom only seemed pleased. He was special, he could speak to snakes, an unusual ability.

-

One week before September 1st, (y/n) and Tom went to shop for their school items, holding hands as they found the entrance to Diagon alley through some tavern called the leaky caldron-which apparently could only be seen by witches and wizards. They went through to the back alley, finding an uneven brick wall and Tom tapped the bricks in the correct order he’d been told.

Diagon Alley was then presented before them, and both children dropped their jaws. “Oh Tom, it’s wonderful,” (y/n) breathed out, her hand nearly slipping from his as she stepped forward but he didn’t allow it-regripping her hand tightly as they walked into the wizarding world for the first time.

“It is,” Tom murmured, but he wasn’t looking at the alley, but at her. They continued to walk further into Diagon alley, soon arriving at Gringotts bank where they’d been told to go to get their Hogwarts stipend for their school supplies.

However, (y/n) discovered something amazing, she had a family bank account that was still open-with her name on it so she could access it. “My parents left me money?” she asked softly, the Goblin only huffing, asking for her hand to get a blood sample to confirm the relation. (y/n) swallowed, burying her face in Tom’s shoulder as the goblin pricked her finger, drawing blood.

After confirmation, Tom for his stipend and (y/n) for her family vault, the two followed a goblin into the caves that held all the vaults, first arriving at the Hogwarts vault where the goblin got an exact number of coins, three types, one a large gold coin, then a silver coin, and a bronze coin. A galleon, a sickle, and a knut.

Tom got a handful of each type of coin, then they went to (y/n)’s family vault and she gasped, seeing the amount of gold, silver, bronze and other treasures within the vault, she was given a leather pouch for her money and she took the same amount of money Tom was given from the Hogwarts vault, unsure if she needed more or less but Hogwarts would surely give Tom a proper amount to get all he needed.

“I can’t believe my parents left me gold…they were magical like me,” (y/n) whispered, holding Tom’s hand as they left the bank, standing in the middle of the street-unsure where to go first. Tom was unsure what to say so he just tugged them towards a robes shop, where they were measured for their first robes. The stipend didn’t allow Tom to get brand new robes so he bought 2nd hand robes, and so did (y/n), even though she had way more than the money she pulled out, she didn’t want to spend it so freely.

They got their books next, also second hand, then their cauldrons after that, which they had to get new because 2nd hand cauldrons weren’t very good to have-at the advice from the shop keep and an older Hogwarts student-who said he was Slytherin, he was very tall and blonde with a posh voice, told them he was a prefect that year.

Tom and (y/n) started to ignore him when he boasted about his family and prestige. “He reminds me of a peacock.” (y/n) said to Tom as they walked out of the potions store, Tom snickering as he laced his hand with hers again.

They passed the pet shop, though knowing they wouldn’t be able to take one back to the orphanage, (y/n) followed Tom with a small pout, wishing she could get an owl for herself.

Soon, they arrived at the most important shop. Ollivander’s wand shop. Tom squeezed her hand and they stepped inside, the door bell ringing as hit the opening door frame. The inside of the shop was filled with wand cases, stacks and stacks of them lining the walls and the upper floor, bookcases filled with a wizard's most important item.

They stepped up to the desk that stood at the front of the room, separating the wands from the front of the shop, Tom reaching out to ring the bell on the desk. An old man slid into view on a sliding ladder, looking down at them with curious and kind icy blue eyes. “New students I see, here for your wands?” Ollivander, they presumed, stepped down from the ladder, walking over to them-grabbing two boxes from the shelves as he did.

“Yes sir,” (y/n) said softly, resting one hand on the edge of the desk, Tom’s eyes locked onto the thin rectangle boxers that the old man held.

“Let’s see let’s see, dragon heartstring and ash, thirteen inches, quite flexible.” Ollivander said, handing this wand to (y/n), it was pretty, with a sort’ve flower carved into the handle of the wood, stems climbing up the neck of the wand.

(y/n) looked up at Ollivander, not sure what to do and he gestured for her to give it a flick-so she did. A vase shattered and Ollivander quickly took the wand from her. “not that one, not that one.” Ollivander muttered, handing a wand to Tom. “try this one, apple wood, unicorn heart string,” Tom flicked the wand and several boxers flew from the shelves-the wand taken from him. “no, defiantly not.”

Ollivander put the wands back in their boxes and back into their shelves, fetching two more wands. This one for (y/n) was blackthorn and unicorn horn, when she waved it, nothing shattered but it flew out of her hand and smacked her over the head. “Oi!” Tom snarled, reaching to snatch the wand-wanting to break it but Ollivander grabbed it before him, putting the wand away.

Tom huffed, turning to (y/n) as she rubbed her head, sniffling quietly. “Are you okay?” he asked, brushing his fingers against her rosy cheek and she nodded, watching him test his next wand-Cypress wood and dragon heart string-he didn’t even get to wave it before Ollivander took it from him, claiming it wasn’t the right fit.

Tom agreed, it felt clunky in his hand, wrong. The two went through several more wands before Tom was handed a pale wand, 13 and a half inches long, made from yew wood and containing a phoenix feather. As soon as he held it, it felt, right, warmth bursting from his chest and through his body-it felt like when he made (y/n) smile. He looked up at Ollivander, who nodded.

Tom had found his wand. Now it was time for (y/n) to find hers.

Soon, she was handed a wand that was 11 inches long, made from English oak and contained a unicorn hair. It was a bit bendy but made a sweet swishing sound when waved quickly, the handle was a carved rose bud that flourished out the end of the wand, with a vine almost creating a guard for her fingers to sit on, on the neck of the wand were small indents, like Tom’s had.

She gave it a wave, and small lights appeared, shaped like fairies, dancing above her head. She smiled brightly, feeling Tom’s hand slip into hers. They’d found their wands.

They paid Ollivander 3 galleons each and then left the shop, the two admiring their wands and twisting them every which way, showing them to each other. “We have our own wands-wands!” (y/n) squealed, squeezing Tom’s hand as he smiled at her. They passed by a candy shop and glanced at each other, before heading inside, using their last few knuts and a galleon to buy a pound of wizarding candy. “Every flavour beans,” (y/n) said with a tilt of her head, examining the box of jelly beans they’d bought. Tom raised his brow, looking at the box.

“I think they mean every flavour, says it’s got vomit flavour too.” Tom said with a curl of his lip, (y/n) frowning as she opened the red and white striped box, carefully picking out a blue-colored jelly bean, popping it into her mouth. She smiled brightly. “Blueberry!”

Tom smiled back at her, admiring the flush to her cheeks before he tried a jellybean as well. It was colored black and as soon as he took a bite-he spit it out. “Oh, that’s rancid!” he spat, cleaning his tongue with the inside of his shirt, (y/n) giggling as she closed the box, putting it back into the paper bag from the candy store.

All their items from the shops sat at their feet, the two sitting at a white metal table near an ice cream shoppe. They tried sugar quills and licorice wands, Tom preferring the black licorice wands while (y/n) preferred the red ones, they both liked the quills and split a chocolate frog-Tom having to catch it before it leaped away. They spent the whole afternoon in Diagon alley, people watching and waiting for their robes to be done.

They also bought official Hogwarts trunks, packing their new school items inside, their wands in their pocket’s-lugging it all back to the orphanage and storing both trunks under Tom’s bed.

“I don’t think I can wait a whole week to go to school,” (y/n) said as she kicked off her shoes and climbed onto Tom’s bed, Tom close behind as they sat on his bed together.

He nodded in agreement, feeling jittery with nerves and excitement. A school full of people like them-he did feel a bit, mournful at the loss of being special, but that was fine-it meant (y/n) was like him, and he still had the special ability of speaking to snakes, he’d found a book on wizarding languages-parseltongue it was called, and it was a very rare ability, genetic.

It meant he had wizarding lineage, he wasn’t ‘muggleborn’, and neither was (y/n), though unfortunately his family hadn’t left him anything, but that was fine, (y/n) had enough for the both of them.

“What do you think it’ll be like?” (y/n) asked and Tom pulled out one of the books he’d bought at the bookstore. ‘Hogwarts; a history.’ (y/n) gasped, scooting closer to him and hugging his arm as he sat against the wall and opened the book on his lap.

As Tom read to her from the book, they both learned many things about their new school- first of all, it was a castle, the school founded many many years ago by four of the greatest witches and wizards of the era. Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. These four wizards founded the school and split it into four houses, named after themselves; where students, starting at age 11 or were to turn 11 before winter, would be sorted into one of those four houses that were modeled after each founder's core values.

“It doesn’t mentioned what ‘sorting’ means,” (y/n) mumbled, Tom flipping forward a bit to see if the book did at all mention what sorting meant, but only mentioned that there was a sorting ceremony.

Tom and (y/n) continued to read the book late into the night. Tom finally closed it when he noticed that (y/n) had fallen asleep against him. He set the book down, moving so he and (y/n) were properly laid down on his bed, untucking his bedsheets to pull them up and around him and (y/n).

He kissed her forehead, swiping her hair out of her eyes before laying his head down, the two dreaming about going to their new magic school in just less than a week.

-

The orphanage was thankfully not too far from Kings cross station, so while they didn’t have to rush to get there, they still got up early to pack all their things, Tom re-reading Hogwarts; a history while (y/n) finished putting away all her school books and her uniforms. “I understand why these trunks are massive now, we gotta fit cauldrons in em!”

(y/n) said with a scoff as she sat on her trunk to close it, since she was also trying to fit her keepsakes she’d gotten from Tom over the years. Tom smirked in amusement, closing the book to set it aside. “it’d be easier to close if you weren’t bringing along an extra five pounds of things you wont need, what are you gonna do with crystal flowers anyway?” Tom asked, though he felt lighter than air over the fact that she found gifts from him so important that she had to bring them to school.

“they’re from you, and I can decorate my room with them. We won’t be able to be in each other's rooms anymore so, it’ll be like having you with me still.” (y/n) said, shyly looking away and Tom felt his heart melt. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her temple.

“I can't really talk I guess, since I’m bringing Basil with me,” Tom said, Basil being the stuffed snake she’d gotten him for his birthday a few years back, the once pristine toy now well loved and worn out. (y/n) giggled and beamed at him, kissing his cheek in turn, making his ears flush.

“And you call me senta…mentil, right?” (y/n) said, pausing as she spoke the long word, Tom nodded, the human thesaurus he was. (y/n) smiled again, the two finished packing and looked at the clock-9am, two hours before the train left. It would take an hour and a half to get there by foot-so (y/n) and Tom got going, they’d get there a half hour before the train left at 11 am.

So they lugged their things down the stairs, which was a lot of stuff, and left the orphanage-no one said bye to them, which the two didn’t care about, only caring that they were going to their new school-together.

After a long while of walking, they made it to kings cross station. They got their trunks onto trolleys and made their way through the platforms, looking out for anyone with Hogwarts trunks or not muggle attire. They made it to platforms nine and 10, but saw no platforms 9 and ¾’s. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be out in the open, magic n all, like how the leaky caldron is hidden to muggles.” (y/n) said as they stopped by the brick archway between platforms.

Tom nodded slowly, tapping his fingers on the handle of the trolly. “Going to Hogwarts?” The two turned, seeing the blonde peacock teen from the potions shop, dressed in what was clearly wizarding fashion, a pin that said ‘HEAD BOY’ on his lapel. “What luck for you both, I know exactly how to get onto the platform, follow me.” The blonde teen said, going right into the archway between the platforms, disappearing.

(y/n) and Tom blinked.

Right. Magic. Tom went first, to make sure it was safe and his mouth dropped open at the sight of the scarlet train that was the Hogwarts express, students and parents already bustling about to get boarded. “woah,” Tom murmured, turning to (y/n) as she pushed through the archway, gasping in delight at the train.

“This is amazing Tom,” (y/n) squealed, hugging his arm and he squeezed her hand, the two following the blonde boy towards the luggage compartment, where they showed their tickets and their trunks were loaded onto the train, after they were allowed to board after getting their tickets punched by a railway worker and found an empty compartment to sit in.

“We’re actually going to Hogwarts!” (y/n) squealed, setting the back of wizarding candy onto the booth, sitting on her knees to look out the window, watching families of wizards crowding the platform, all dressed so differently than she was used to. She could see whizzing sparks and fancy hats, owls and cats being loaded onto the train.

Tom tugged her back to sit properly, his arms staying around her as they waited for 11 am to arrive. “how long do you think the train ride will be?” (y/n) asked Tom, sitting tucked against him as he pulled out the ‘Hogwarts; a history’ book from his bag.

“Says the ride takes about eight hours, so it’ll be evening when we get there.” Tom said, (y/n) resting her cheek on his shoulder as they read the book, again, waiting for the train to depart.

At 11 am on the dot-the train whistle blew and Hogwarts express was off. (y/n) gasped, jumping to sit at the window again, watching the platform roll away and soon they were riding through the countryside. “it’s so pretty Tom,” (y/n) said with a soft voice and Tom hummed, his eyes only on her.

After a while an old lady with a trolly full of treats came to their compartment, asking if they wanted anything. Tom, knowing he didn’t have any extra money, shook his head but (y/n) stood-pulling her leather money pouch out. “yes please! What do you recommend?” (y/n) sweetly asked the old lady who cooed and suggested pumpkin pasties, licorice wands, chocolate frogs, and iced pumpkin juice. (y/n) bought a little of everything and put it in a pile between her and Tom.

“Thank you,” Tom said, (y/n) being the only person he’d allow such generosity from. (y/n) smiled at him and they shared a chocolate frog, Tom letting (y/n) keep the card that came with it, they both fell in love with the pumpkin pasties and the pumpkin juice, they were rich and warm flavored with just the right amount of spice.

They both fell asleep from a sugar crash, waking up to a rapping noise at their compartment door, seeing the peacock teen from earlier. “we’re set to arrive to Hogwarts in ten minutes, please put on your uniforms.” The teen said, leaving to tell the next compartment of first years.

“oh no! our uniforms are in our trunks!” (y/n) gasped, sliding off the booth seat and Tom quickly followed her. They went down the compartment corridors till they found someone who worked on the train, telling him that they left their uniforms int heir trunks. The worker took out his wand, taking them to the luggage car, with a flick of his wand their trunks appeared.

“be quick about it,” the worker said, (y/n) and Tom quickly unlocking their trunks and finding their uniforms, the worker putting their trunks back in place after they’d relocked them.

“thank you!” (y/n) said as Tom grabbed her hand to tug her back to their compartment, pulling down the screen to hide them from sight.

They’d changed in front of each other thousands of times by now, so it wasn’t weird at all for either of them to change into their uniforms. “Look at us!” (y/n) gasped, twirling in her uniform, it was all black and grey right now, since they hadn’t been sorted yet, but she already felt like a proper witch.

Tom smiled at her, putting on her pointed witches hat. “there, now the looks completed.” Tom said with a nod, huffing as (y/n) put his wizards hat on him, their uniforms officially completed.

The train came to a stop and they grabbed their bags, putting the candy (y/n) had bought into (y/n)’s bag since she wasn’t carrying any books, following several older students who had small shiny badges onto the Hogsmeade platform-where they were escorted down to the docks. “this way to the boats, first years follow me!” a older wizard called out, wearing round glasses and wearing a long tan coat, wand in hand that had a light glowing from the tip.

(y/n) and Tom intertwined their hands once again, following the crowd of first years to the boats. They both climbed into one, Tom holding the lantern as all the other first years got into similar boats that glided across the shiny black lake.

The boats traveled for a little bit, and then there it was-around a cliffside corner-Hogwarts. “Oh wow,” (y/n) gasped, holding Tom’s hand tightly as he looked at the castle in awe. (y/n) looked over the glass-like water of the lake below them and glided her fingers over the surface, giggling as Tom yanked her back into his side.

“There’s mermaids in there remember? What if one snatches you?” Tom whispered, remembering the chapter about the black lake in his book. (y/n) only giggled, hugging his arm as the boat continued across the lake to the castle.

They reached the docks, students getting out of the boats and heading up the stairs, entering the courtyard, and then the castle. “it’s beautiful,” (y/n) breathed, admiring the stone statues of knights that went up into the ceiling of the main foyer of the castle. The first years all climbed up the stairs till they were met with Dumbledore, who held a roll of parchment paper. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” Dumbledore said warmly, the first years all quieting to listen to him speak. Dumbledore was dressed differently than when he met Tom and (y/n) at the orphanage, now wearing a fantastic wizard's robe of blue and purple and gold, and a tall pointed hat. “in just a few moments you’ll be walking through these doors and join your classmates, before that, you must be sorted into your houses.”

Dumbledore looked over the crowd of excited first years, (y/n) bouncing on her heels as she held Tom’s hand. “they are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. While you are here, your house will be like your family; your triumphs will earn you points, any rule-breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will win the house cup, and the winning house will display the house cup for the next school year until the next winner is declared."

He gazed over the first years again, searching for any confusion or questions, but only saw excitement. “Let us begin then.” Dumbledore said, leading the first years into the great hall, (y/n) gasping as she looked up at the enchanted ceiling, a beautiful array of clouds and stars above them.

There were four long tables within the hall, each hosting one of the four houses. At the far end of each table, close to the teacher's table, were empty seats for the new students, and at the other end were 7th years, the Slytherin table having the peacock boy and the Slytherin prefects.

Tom and (y/n) were in the front, standing in front of the stairs and a stool with an old wizards hat on it, Dumbledore standing beside it, unrolling his parchment. “Now when I call your name, you will come forth, I will place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Clint Abbot.”

A boy with blonde hair and a thin nose separated from the group of excited nervous first years, sitting on the stool-Dumbledore placing the hat on his head. (y/n) jumped, grabbing Tom’s arm as the hat came to life, a face appearing on the old leather. Clint Abbot shifted on the stool, and after a few moments, the hat yelled loudly for all to hear. “Ravenclaw!”

Clint’s tie, vest lining, and robe lining all turned blue and bronze, the hat taken from his head as the Ravenclaw table cheered and applauded Clint as he walked over to them, the other houses clapping politely.

The sorting went alphabetically, going from A to Z with last names. Eventually (y/n) went up, swallowing nervously as she separated from Tom and sat on the stool, the sorting hat that smelled like old leather and moth balls placed on her head. “mmmm, a bright one you are I see, very kind too.” The voice of the sorting hat hummed in her ear, she kept eye contact with Tom-since it was the only thing keeping her calm. “devoted, your ambition linked to your only friend. Not to worry, you will gain many friends in your new house-Hufflepuff!”

(y/n)’s robes turned marigold, her tie striped with black as she left the stool, going over to the cheering table of marigold and black. She glanced back at Tom-who was staring right back at her, the distance between them growing for the very first time.

(y/n) felt a bit sick as she sat at the Hufflepuff table, greeted by warm smiles and comfort, but she didn’t want them, she wanted Tom. Her nose burned as tears grew in her eyes, her hands clenching to her uniform skirt as more students were sorted.

“Tom Riddle.” She turned when she heard his name, watching him walk up to the stool and the hat was set on his head. The sorting hat didn’t even take a moment before it called Tom’s house. “Slytherin!”

The distance between them grew even greater as Tom left the stool-catching her eye for a second before he walked to the table that was on the opposite side of the Hufflepuff table. She felt a bit better when he sat directly across from her, able to see her through the crowd of students.

She felt anxious as everyone else was sorted, crowded by her fellow house mates, so far away from Tom. She’d never been separated from Tom, not since that short stint of the caretakers trying to separate them at night. She wasn’t sure if she knew how to function without him.

She felt tears in her eyes and she couldn’t stop them, sniffling quietly as they rolled down her flushed cheeks. “Are you okay?” an older student asked her, resting their hand on her shoulder. (y/n) shook her head, she knew he was only across the room but she still felt so lost without him next to her.

Tom felt the same way, staring at her as he sat across the room from her, tightly gripping his wand in his hand. His chest burned with anxiety, possessive hatred burning as well as the Hufflepuff student touched (y/n)’s shoulder, watching as tears rolled down her sweet face.

He desperately wanted to comfort her, to wipe those tears away and tell her everything was okay-just has he had for her through all their years together, since they were babies. The opening feast began and Tom struggled to eat for a few moments, he’d never seen so much food before in his life. He kept staring at (y/n), she was still crying softly, sniffling as she slowly at her dinner.

When dessert started and he spotted chocolate pudding, he grabbed it-not caring for any social barriers between the houses-and went right over to (y/n), setting the plate of chocolate pudding in front of her. She instantly smiled at him and he slid next to her on the bench seat.

They didn’t care what others thought of them, they only needed each other. “Thank you,” (y/n) said with a wobbly voice, closing her eyes as his thumbs wiped the tears from her cheeks. He gave her a soft smile and they shared the chocolate pudding he’d brought over from the Slytherin table.

“I don’t care that were in separate houses,” he told her quietly, their hands intertwined under the table. “I’m not leaving your side.” (y/n) smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I won’t leave yours,” she mumbled quietly and he nuzzled is face into her hair, not carrying if anyone was watching their display of affection, they were 11 and 10, it was purely innocent. Adorable.

After dinner was done, all the first years had to follow their house prefects to have a small tour of the castle and find their common rooms. Tom and (y/n) held hands for as long as possible before they were forced to go their separate ways. “I’ll see you in the morning,” (y/n) said softly and Tom nodded, determined to be the first face she saw tomorrow. He watched her leave with her new housemates and sighed, following his Slytherin classmates to the Slytherin house common room, which was in the lower levels of the castle, the dungeons.

“Now each common room has a password that must be said each time to enter the house. Do not share this password with anyone of another house, and the password changes every quarter, we prefects will alert you when it does.” The prefect boy turned to the stone wall ahead of them. “Serpents venom.”

From the ground arose a golden snake arch, revealing the door to the Slytherin common room. Tom followed everyone inside, very much liking the environment already-but he couldn’t help but feel it would be even better if (y/n) was with him.

On the other side of the school, (y/n) was being shown the password to the Hufflepuff common room which was behind the kitchens, the door being hidden by a large barrel. “now you just tap a rhythm into this barrel here, in the rhythm of Hel-ga Huff-le-puff.” The prefect girl showed what she meant and the Hufflepuff common room door folded away to reveal the entrance.

(y/n) gasped, following her fellow students into the room. It was warm and bright, filled with inviting fall and earthly colors and vegetation. After exploring the common rom a bit, she found her dorm room which she shared with three other girls, her bed already chosen and her trunk set at the end for her to unpack.

“Hi, I’m Penny,” one girl with a soft voice said, clearly a little shy, introducing herself to (y/n). (y/n) gave a small smile back, waving. “I’m (y/n),” she mumbled, the other two girls introducing themselves as well, since they’d be roommates for the next 7 years.

“I’m Clarece, but I like to go by Clover,” Clover said, she had short blonde hair with a round nose, the last girl introduced herself as Macy, and she had very curly black hair and pretty brown eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” (y/n) said softly, unpacking her trunk enough to find her pajama’s, setting the crystal flowers from Tom up on her nightstand, finding a cup to put them in as well.

“Oh, those are really pretty, where’d you get them from?” Clover asked, admiring the crystal flowers and (y/n) was happy to talk about Tom.

“I got them from my friend Tom, he turned some roses into crystals for me for my birthday a few years back.” (y/n) said fondly.

“Oh is Tom the Slytherin boy who sat with you?” Macy asked and (y/n) nodded.

“Yeah, we’ve been friends since we were babies, and we’ve never been apart.” (y/n) said, explaining why she had taken their separation, only by distance, so hard. Her roommates nodded and after talking a little more, everyone got ready for bed, (y/n) slipping into her warm comfortable cozy bed.

Though she couldn’t sleep, desperately missing Tom’s presence. She sighed, grabbing some extra pillows, making a Tom replacement out of pillows-though they were cold and didn’t hug her back, they helped a little. She sniffled a little bit, missing him.

Tom was feeling the same, glaring at the pillows he’d lined up on his bed, even after casting a warming charm-a very easy spell he decided-they didn’t feel right. He needed (y/n). But he knew he’d get in trouble if he tried to sneak out to the Hufflepuff common room, which he didn’t even know where it was. He grabbed his old stuffed snake-having hidden it till now in fear of being ridiculed(though he wouldn’t have let any of his roommates get away with it), cuddling up to it.

It smelled like (y/n), so after a few rough minutes, Tom finally fell asleep, though it still felt wrong not to have (y/n) beside him, cuddling into him.

-

Tom was the first one up in the morning and he quickly got dressed in his uniform, folding up the length of his pants since they were a bit long-curse second-hand clothes, but (y/n) knew how to sew so she could hem it for him no problem. He grabbed his bag, making sure he had his wand and schoolbooks-before rushing out of his room stopping just outside the Slytherin common room.

He had no idea where the Hufflepuff common room was.

“Looking for your friend?” Tom turned to see the peacock boy. Tom glared but nodded. “Hufflepuff ain’t she? Come, I’ll show you how to get there.” The peacock boy said, leading Tom up the stairs with an air of authority and Tom grumpily followed, he’d rather just go on his own but he didn’t know the castle well enough yet.

After going up loads of stairs and going past the kitchen, the peacock boy, who formally introduced himself as Abraxas Malfoy, had led Tom to the Hufflepuff common room. “there you are,” Abraxas said with a triumphant grin, glancing at Tom-expecting thanks in return for his ‘kindness’ but Tom just brushed him off, heading right for the large barrel that hid the common room from him, waiting against the wall for (y/n) to come out.

Abraxas rose his brow, humming under his breath and turning away, leaving Tom to wait for (y/n).

Tom stood outside the Hufflepuff common room for what felt like hours, but was maybe only 10 minutes, watching Hufflepuff’s of all ages coming out of the barrel doorway, until finally; (y/n).

She beamed as soon as she saw him, running straight towards him with her arms open-her witches hat flying from her head as he met her halfway, the two engulfed in each other’s arms after a long night apart.

“Missed you.” (y/n) mumbled into his shoulder and he squeezed her tight, nuzzling into her shoulder. “Missed you too.” He said quietly, only for her ears. After a few moments they intertwined their hands like they always did and went to the great hall, (y/n) joining Tom at the Slytherin table this time, not caring for any looks they got.

“Tom Tom try this-“ (y/n) said with a gasp after they’d begun to eat, cutting up a slice of eggy bread on her plate, spearing a piece of it that was bathed in butter and syrup, dusted with powdered sugar. “it’s so good,” she said, holding up her fork to his mouth and he opened up, taking the bite, nodding in agreement. It was really good.

He peeled a small mandarin orange for her, putting half of it on her plate and eating the other half, enjoying a glass of pumpkin juice with his meal of eggs, toast, and bacon, while (y/n) enjoyed her eggy bread, scrambled eggs and bacon.

They got their schedule during breakfast as well, and (y/n) and Tom shared every class! “We get to be together for the whole day!” (y/n) cheered, comparing their schedules. Tom smiled at her glad they wouldn’t be separated further. Their first class of the day was transfiguration, which was taught by professor Dumbledore, so (y/n) and Tom hurried to the classroom, following the other first years and the prefect showing them the way.

The two quickly claimed a desk towards the front of the room, Tom on (y/n)’s right and they took their needed books out along with parchment to write notes on. Dumbledore was at the front of the class, wearing periwinkle and pink robes with a long pointy hat that was embroidered with constellations.

“Welcome to your first transfiguration lesson,” Dumbledore said, and when everyone was seated and had their attention on him, he showed them what transfiguration was, turning a hat stand into a crane, and then back again.

With the awed attention of his students, Dumbledore explained what transfiguration was, how it was a very dedicated magic and science, and not to be trifled with. It could be dangerous when used foolishly.

And with that, the first years began to learn the transfiguration alphabet, which would lead them to learn more difficult spells in the future, but for now, it would be simple.

Their second period was Charms, a fairly easy class and the professor, a witch that was named Tryphena Vassy taught them the levitation charm. Tom got it with ease, flicking his wand with perfect pronunciation, since he’d done the charm before years ago-nonverbally and without a wand. “Terrific work Mr. Riddle, five points to Slytherin!” Professor Vassy praised since Tom had been the first to successfully cast the charm.

He turned to (y/n) who was beside him, she was watching his feather in awe, before smiling at him. “Wingardium Leviohsa.” Tom said to her and she nodded, repeating what he said with a flick of her wand, and her feather floated. She beamed widely, giggling as Tom made his feather dance in the air with hers.

They had a study period next which was held in the great hall, (y/n) and Tom of course sitting with each other, and after that was their introduction to potions-where they met Professor Slughorn. Slughorn introduced himself and then began to teach them the very basics of Potion making, such as ingredients and how to use their potion tools.

After that was lunch, during lunch everyone seemed to sit wherever, which is exactly what Tom and (y/n) did, sitting in a quiet corner, comparing notes from the morning and sharing their thoughts about school so far.

They both thought it was wonderful, and couldn’t wait to see what was to come.

After lunch was history of magic, which was taught by an actual ghost, who just droned on and on for hours-reminding Tom and (y/n) of the boring preachers at Sunday service, so Tom and (y/n) did some independent studies, reading about the lesson Professor Binn’s was attempting to teach.

After that boring lesson-the books far more interesting-they went to what quickly became Tom’s favorite class; Defense against the dark arts. Their professor was a striking witch named Galatea Merrythought, who had curly silver hair, dark skin, and vivid green eyes, she wore magenta robes that complemented her skin with a golden amulet hanging from her neck.

“I am Professor Merrythought, your defense against the dark arts teacher for the next seven years. In this class you will not only learn how to defend against the dark arts, but many other spells that will help you learn other types of magic. Today, we will begin with a practical lesson-the light charm; Lumos.”

Professor Merrythought said, showing off the charm with a wave of her wand, a glowing white light appearing on the end of her wand-Tom and (y/n) staring with awe, holding hands under the table. “This is a fairly easy charm, and there is a more powerful version of it. Light can be useful in many ways, to simply illuminate your path, or to chase away creatures that thrive in the dark.”

Professor Merrythought, after a short lecture, taught the first years how to perform the charm, and soon each student had a small ball of light on the tip of their wands, (y/n) giggling as it gently illuminated Tom’s face as she tapped his nose with her wand. He scrunched his nose at her, poking her gently with his fingers, which made her giggle a bit louder.

Professor Merrythought shushed her gently and (y/n) stifled her laughter, letting out a small hiccup that Tom found adorable.

After defense against the dark arts they had flying lessons, which was taught by the same witch that taught Charm’s class, professor Vassy. Tom quickly learned he hated flying-the broom refused to obey him and he felt completely out of control of it, (y/n) however took to it like a swan on water, the starter broom easily flying into her hand and she hovered with no effort, her feet just inches above the ground.

“Very well done Ms. (l/n), well done.” Professor Vassy praised as she passed by (y/n) and Tom, Tom wobbling in the air while (y/n) sat gracefully on her broom. (y/n) smiled sweetly back at their professor, giggling lightly as Tom slid off his broom to the grass below.

-

After that they were done for the day, and spent the rest of the day till dinner in the library, pouring over any first-year books they could find, absorbing all the information within the books, writing notes and finishing their assigned work; all before dinner.

At dinner Tom pulled her to sit with him at the Slytherin table, glaring at anyone that dared to look at them oddly, but nobody said anything and (y/n) enjoyed a dinner without tears, the two sharing some bread pudding.

Eventually came the dreaded time for everyone to go back to their common rooms, this time Tom walked (y/n) to her common, holding her hand tightly. “Goodnight Tommy, see you tomorrow,” (y/n) said softly, kissing his cheek and he blushed lightly, squeezing her hand.

“Goodnight (n/n), see you tomorrow.” Tom said softly, her hand slipping from his as she went up the short steps into the Hufflepuff common room, Tom staying at the entrance until she was completely out of sight, heading down to his common room.

-

The first week of school passed without incident, the only time (y/n) and Tom were apart was during bedtime and when one had to go to the bathroom-and the latter, neither were never far from each other.

Then came Tom’s first fight-some older Slytherin, maybe 13, had roughly bumped his shoulder into (y/n)’s shoulder, sending her stumbling back while he crudely sneered back at her. “Watch where you’re going mudblood!” the boy spat, the word said with such cruelty that Tom instantly knew it was an insult, a slur.

He turned with teeth bared and eyes wide-launching himself at the 13-year-old and tackling him to the floor-the scrawny boy letting out a pathetic screech as Tom began to wail at him with his bony fists. “Don’t you ever call her that again!” he yelled between hits, his head snapping back as the boy got a quick hit at Tom’s face-Tom’s nose bursting with pain, blood quickly flooding his senses as he snarled-landing another hit on the boys face with all his strength.

“Tom-Tom! Stop Tom!” (y/n) cried from the sidelines, dropping her bag to the floor and rushing forward, grabbing Tom’s hood to pull him off the Slytherin boy, who curled up on his side, moaning in pain.

Tom huffed, wiping his face with his hand-smearing the blood that had been dripping from his nose, he sniffled loudly, scrunching his face at the horrid feeling of doing so. “C’mon-lets go to the nurse,” (y/n) pleaded, grabbing his arm to drag him away from the fight.

Tom didn’t get in trouble, because what proud 13-year-old Slytherin pureblood would admit he got beaten up by a ‘mudblood’ 10-year-old? The head healer, Madam Tegner asked what happened but Tom said he ran face-first into a wall after going down the stairs too fast, (y/n) frowned at him but Madam Tegner didn’t ask anything more, she’d heard worse stories of clumsy 10/11 year olds so she stopped Tom’s nose from bleeding and sent the two off.

“You didn’t have to do that, you got hurt.” (y/n) said softly as they walked away from the hospital wing. Tom huffed, the taste of blood still on his tongue and he squeezed her hand.

“No one calls you that and gets away with it.” Tom said, completely serious and (y/n) sighed, knowing that no matter what she did, Tom would always protect her, and that meant beating other kids up when they were mean to her.

“I just hate seeing you hurt,” (y/n) whispered and Tom tugged her closer, his arm wrapping around her shoulders, his cheek against the top of her head. “I wont let them hit me next time then,” Tom murmured and (y/n) huffed, knowing there was no stopping Tom fighting for her.

-

Their first year of Hogwarts goes by too quickly and Tom almost wants to beg for them to stay at Hogwarts for the summer, but the rules were set and they had to leave, heading back to London with everyone else, watching their new home disappear behind mountains and greenery. “it’s only two months,” (y/n) said softly, sitting right next to him on the train.

Tom huffed quietly, crossing his arms as he looked away from the window. He didn’t want to go back to the orphanage, where he and (y/N) were seen as odd and dangerous, well-more him than her but still. He wanted to stay at Hogwarts, where they were welcomed and the only person who gave Tom an odd look was Dumbledore.

“Two months too long,” Tom mumbled, resting his head on hers as she wrapped her arms around his, the two dreading their return to the orphanage.

-

The years passed, Tom and (y/n) grew up, but their bond never broke, only deepening as the years went by. Tom had made ‘friends’ with the Slytherin purebloods after discovering his lineage-he was the descendant of Salazar Slytherin, his mother a Gaunt. His father, a muggle.

In turn, Tom helped (y/n) discover her lineage, she was a half-blood like him, though both her parents were wizards, her mother a half-blood and father a muggleborn, her mother was from a well-off family that had curated a better version of the ‘skelegrow’ potion and had made millions off it, which is why (y/n) had so much money in her vault, and continued to have money going into it.

Though being from a family of brilliant potion makers hadn’t saved them from tuberculosis, and that’s how (y/n) ended up at the orphanage.

Tom was secretly glad for that, since if her parents hadn’t died-they never would’ve met, as dark as that thought was.

He looked up at her from his potions book, his gaze softening as he admired her beauty. She’d always been a pretty girl, but now that they were in their 6th year, both 16 now, she’d blossomed into a rose that he wanted to preserve and keep safe for the rest of his years.

He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear. She didn’t move, grown used to his constant touches and fixes of her appearance. His hand found hers after and she intertwined their fingers, absentmindedly spinning the silver snake signet ring she’d bought him for his birthday a month back.

She knew how important his lineage was to him, so she’d bought him a new family heirloom. Such an item only made him fall harder for her-he’d known since third year he was in love with her, after finally realizing what all his feelings for her meant-protectiveness, obsessiveness, the need to care for her and keep her safe. When he hit puberty, he began wanting to hold her in different ways, not just hug her and hold her hand, but kiss her knuckles and lips, for her to be his girl.

He planned to ask her to be his girl this Valentine’s day, since he knew (y/n) liked cute things like that, he planned to get her a bouquet of her favorite flowers and make her a cake.

He absolutely had no idea how to bake but how hard could it be?

“You’re staring,” (y/n) murmured as she glanced up from her transfiguration essay, her potions essay finished and put to the side. Tom only smirked at her, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckle and she fondly rolled her eyes.

“How could I not? Not even I could resist such beauty.” Tom teased his oldest and greatest friend, snickering as she flicked her hand out of his to pinch his chin.

“Oh, shut it you goober.” (y/n) chuckled, turning his face to look back at his potions essay. Tom smirked, catching her hand again, intertwining their fingers as he continued to work on his essay.

That night he snuck into the kitchens, and tried to make a chocolate cake for (y/n), following the instructions of a baking cookbook. It was like potions, how hard could it be?

Very hard. As Tom found out.

He’d fucked up miraculously, the kitchen was a mess, He had chocolate powder and flour all over him, his hair had butter in it, and the cake itself was burned beyond recognition. He let out a low long sigh, resting his hands on the kitchen counter, his head hanging between his shoulders.

He was a master at potions, Slughorn’s favorite student-right next to (y/n), and he could cook, pretty well even. But baking? Baking was apparently such a different art that he couldn’t comprehend.

He let out another sigh, flicking his wand to clean up the mess, washing his hands several times before trying to get the mess out of his hair, scrunching his nose at the greasy feeling.

“What are you doing?” Tom jumped five feet in the air, his wand hitting the ceiling before comically clattering to the floor, loudly. He turned, seeing (y/n) stifling laughter, a hand over her mouth as tears filled her eyes from holding her laughter back.

Tom sighed, turning his head and waving his hand and she burst into laughter, giggling loudly as she tipped into the nearest counter, filling the room with the wonderful sound. Tom huffed with a fond roll of his eyes, picking up his wand. “I was attempting to make a cake, but I’m bollocks at baking apparently.” Tom grumbled, finally cleaning his hair of butter and flour, it was clean of his hair gel too so it was loose and wavy.

“You? Baking? Oh hell has frozen over,” (y/n) giggled, grabbing the cookbook he’d been using, tilting her head. The recipe was a deliberate Valentine’s day cake, chocolate and heart-shaped; with strawberries meant to be cut into roses for extra décor on top of the cake. “Cute, who’s the lucky girl?” (y/n) teased, ignoring the way her chest twinged at the thought of Tom liking someone that wasn’t her.

Tom cleared his throat with a shrug, he didn’t want to ruin the surprise-he knew (y/n) liked surprises, at least the kind that were nice and private-he’d planned to ask her to be his girl when they went on patrol together tomorrow night.

“Just making it, I was curious if I could bake at all. Turns out, I can't.” Tom said, putting the supplies he used away, grabbing his wand from the floor and sliding it into his pocket. (y/n) hummed, closing the cookbook.

“Sure. Every teenage boy around Valentine’s day just makes a cake, for fun, with no alternative motives.” (y/n) drawled, a little…hurt that he wasn’t telling her the truth, they told each other everything after all. Tom only shrugged, walking around the counter to take her hand.

“Even if I did, It’s a waste, I’m rubbish at making cake,” Tom said with a wince and (y/n) snorted, shaking her head as they left the kitchen together, Tom walking with her as she finished up her prefect patrol, dropping her off at her common room. “See you tomorrow (y/n).” Tom said, kissing her cheek and she huffed, the action so familiar that it didn’t feel out of place and she kissed his cheek back.

“See you tomorrow, Tom, tell me how it goes.” (y/n) said, knocking on the barrel to enter her common room. Tom rose his brow.

“How what goes?” he asked, mostly teasing-he knew what she was implying. She snorted, looking at him over her shoulder, illuminated by the warm Hufflepuff lanterns, a true vision.

“Your date, g’night Tommy,” (y/n) said, heading into her common room and Tom sighed, already missing her.

“You’ll be the first to know,” he murmured softly, turning on his heel to head back to the Slytherin common room.

-

Valentine's day was the next day, and (y/n) was greeted by bouquets of flowers in her dorm room, a school-supplied owl sitting at her window sill. “oh wow (y/n)!” her roommate Macy gasped, admiring all the flowers that surrounded (y/n)’s bed. Sunflowers and roses, lilies and forget me nots, along with baby’s breath and Hydrangeas.

“Wow indeed,” (y/n) murmured, looking for a tag amongst the bouquets but found nothing, only a short poem. “When I say I love you, please believe it's true. When I say forever, know I'll never leave you. When I say goodbye, promise me you won't cry, Because the day I'll be saying that will be the day I die.” (y/n) read softly, looking at the handwriting.

It was very familiar, too familiar.

Tom sent her the bouquets and wrote her a love poem.

“That’s so sweet! Who sent it to you?” Clover asked, helping pick up the piles of bouquets and setting them on (y/n)’s bed so they were out of the way.

“Tom did,” (y/n) said softly, flipping the card in her hands as her roommates gasped.

“I knew it! No boy looks at someone like that and thinks of them as just a friend! You owe me five galleons!” Penny said triumphantly, pointing at Macy who let out a huff. (y/n) ignored them, feeling her cheeks warm up as she looked at all the beautiful bouquets, all for her…sent from Tom.

Her favorite cake was chocolate, and she loved chocolate strawberries.

Oh…oh my.

-

At breakfast her cinnamon roll got charmed to look like a heart, and she got another bouquet during the morning owl post, she felt like her face was on fire, holding the bouquet gently as her fellow Hufflepuff’s all giggled and asked her who the gifts were from. She looked up from across the hall, seeing Tom staring at her, wand in his fist as he rested his face against it, gazing at her with intense eyes.

She looked away first, unable to help her smile.

Did Tom really feel the same way for her? She’d realized she loved him in their 4th year, when Tom had treated her so sweetly when she’d broken her arm after a bad quidditch match.

He’d attempted to make her a cake, even though he was shit at baking. Her smile grew bigger and she hugged the bouquet in her arms, unable to stop her small laugh.

After breakfast she met up with Tom as everyone shuffled out of the great hall, her hand finding his just as it always did. “I see you got some gifts this morning,” Tom hummed, smirking down at her and she smiled up at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek-this time, a different feeling behind it. Tom could feel it, his pale face turning pink as she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I did, I love them. Thank you.” She whispered and Tom cleared his throat. “why thank me? I didn’t send them.” He said, his voice cracking as they walked through the corridor to their first class of the day, advanced potions.

“Sure you didn’t, just like you were ‘just making a cake’ for no reason and didn’t write an adorable poem.” (y/n) teased and Tom huffed, puffing his cheeks a bit. She moved to stand in front of him, making him hold the bouquet as she grabbed his face, his eyes locked onto her. “I love you too.” She whispered, the first to say it and Tom’s heart exploded, his face turning beet red.

“You know?” he croaked and closed his eyes as her lips brushed against the corner of his lips. (y/n) giggled, nuzzling against his face and he wrapped an arm around her.

“Only since this morning, I know your handwriting too well.” (y/n) said softly and he turned his head, the two staring into each other's eyes before they both leaned in, lips meeting in a shy first kiss.

For both, it felt like a moment of ‘finally’. Years of hidden feelings and yearning coming to a climax with this kiss. They pulled away for only a moment before Tom kissed her again, dropping the bouquet to the floor as he moved his hands to hold her face-her hands wrapping around his neck as he backed her into a wall, kissing her gently yet passionately, desperate to kiss her like he’d imagined so many times.

“Tom,” (y/n) breathed as he kissed her, several times before moving his lips to her cheek then trailing down, his hands pulling her hair back to gain access to her neck, peppering light kisses along her skin.

“I love you,” he said against her skin, desperate, breathy-he needed her to know how much he thought about her, how she invaded his dreams-even his nightmares. He loved her, he yearned for her, he worshiped her, he was devoted to her.

She could tell him to jump from the astronomy tower, and he would do it without question.

“I love you too,” (y/n) whispered back and their lips met again. The bell for class pulled them apart, the two staring at each other-breathing heavily, lips shiny and faces flushed.

“We should get to class, before we lose our seats.” Tom whispered and (y/n) nodded. They hesitated for a moment, before softly kissing once more. Tom pulled away, smiling softly at (y/n) before picking up the bouquet and handing it to her, holding her bag as their hands intertwined-a familiar thing but now, it was new.

-

To anyone on the outside-it seemed like things were the same between Tom and (y/n)-as they’d always been super close, and super touchy, and super dependent on each other. But for them it was different. Late night talks featured new touches and soft kisses, whispers of ‘I love you’ and sugar laced words. Study sessions were interrupted by sneaky touches and kisses, distracting each other until they both snuck to a quiet corner to make out.

Tom dropping her off at her common room every night ended with a kiss, one that lasted, and maybe had two or three more before they both reluctantly pulled away.

And perhaps maybe, (y/n) snuck into Tom’s common room when she felt lonely-going on nights she was scheduled for patrol, yes abusing her prefect position but she didn’t reaaally care.

(y/n) said the password to the Slytherin common room wall, and the snake archway curled up, revealing the door. (y/n) quickly went inside, going up the stairs and into the main room. It was past curfew now, so everyone was either sleeping or at least in their dorms.

Tom, was sitting by one of the fireplaces, on one the long couches, a book in his lap. She snuck up behind him, looking at the cover of the book. “Secrets of the Darkest Art?” (y/n) said from behind him and he jumped a little, sighing as she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, leaning his head back on her shoulder.

“The best way to defend against the dark arts, is to know them completely.” Tom said with a cool tone, smirking as she snorted and came around the couch to sit on his lap. He tossed the book aside, wrapping his arms around her waist. “What do I owe the pleasure (n/n)?” Tom asked with a hum.

(y/n) shrugged, moving closer to cuddle up to him, his arms wrapping around her completely, a hand resting on her shoulder. “Just felt like seeing you,” she murmured softly and Tom sighed, resting his head on hers.

“Just can’t stay away from me?” Tom teased, chuckling as she pinched his chin. He turned his head into hers and kissed her softly, a feeling he’d never get tired of.

-

Halfway through April, things started to get weird at Hogwarts, students, particularly muggleborns, were being petrified left and right-leading to being hospitalized until Professor Diggory could make the mandrake draught.

After the 5th student, a muggleborn Hufflepuff, had been petrified-Hogwarts staff had decided to pause prefect patrols until further notice, and there was talk about the school closing to prevent any further attacks-since it was unknown what was causing them.

“I can't imagine the school closing, I mean-going back to the orphanage? For who knows how long?” (y/n) said, biting at her nails, tucked against Tom’s side-they were in one of the courtyards, attempting to enjoy the early spring weather but (y/n) was anxious and worried.

“I’m sure they won’t close the school (y/n), too many students rely on it.” Tom said calmly, running his hand down her side before wrapping his arm around her, buried under her cloak. “I know you’re worried love, but I’m sure everything will be okay, just some loose pet petrifying a student, that Hagrid kid collects them doesn’t he?” Tom murmured and (y/n) sighed, rubbing her face.

“Yeah, but what sort’ve creature petrifies people?” (y/n) huffed and Tom shrugged, kissing the back of her head. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it (n/n), things will go back to normal soon.” Tom said quietly, rubbing his thumb against her side and she let out another huff, turning to fully lay against him, burying her face in his shoulder.

“I hope you’re right Tommy.”

-

(y/n) was tired, and needed to go pee. The dorm bathrooms were all being used-oddly enough-so she left the common room to go find a bathroom close by to use it. Her feet took her to the 2nd floor bathrooms, since the basement floor and main floor oddly didn’t have any.

She yawned as she entered, the door creaking open-at the same time she heard something thump to the floor and her eyes flashed open-a scream just barely ripping from her throat as she saw the dead body of a Ravenclaw student.

Then in the reflection of the sink mirrors-she saw two large yellow eyes; along with…Tom-trying to rush towards her, eyes wide with horror. “(Y/N)! NO!”

Then it all went black, like being suspended in darkness, she couldn't feel anything, or see or hear anything. It was like being in an endless dream of nothingness-except she couldn’t wake up.

She didn’t know how much time passed, or if time passed at all, but she woke up in the hospital wing-feeling stiff and achy, her head pounding. She could taste something awful in her mouth-her tongue dry and sticking to her cheeks. “eugh-“ (y/n) groaned, reaching up with her aching arm to rub her face.

A pair of familiar hands grabbed her hand, and Tom was in her view, looking terrible, he was paler than usual and had dark bags under his eyes-his hair a mess. “(y/n),” he said with a croaking voice, hugging her as she sat up towards him. “you’re awake, thank merlin.”

“What happened?” (y/n) asked, her voice raspy from not using it for, however long she’d been ‘asleep.’ Tom let out a shaky breath into her neck, clutching her clothes tightly.

“what do you remember?” Tom asked quietly, pulling back slightly to cup her face. (y/n) frowned, recalling what happened to her when she got petrified.

“I went to the girl’s bathroom cause all the dorm room ones were full and….i saw…a girl’s body and-big yellow eyes and….you.” (y/n) said, her voice growing quieter, looking at Tom-a realization coming to mind. “Tom-why were you in there? Why was there a dead girl? What was that-thing?” (y/n) asked rapidly and Tom felt fear flood his chest-fear of losing her if she discovered the things he hid from her because she was too sweet for the darker side of him.

He drew his wand, swallowing hard. “Obliviate.” He murmured and (y/n)’s eyes fluttered as the memory of seeing Tom in the bathroom with a dead body erased from her mind. She slumped a bit and Tom cradled her, shushing her quietly as he replaced the memory with his skilled occlumency abilities, she still went to the girls bathroom-still found the body, but instead she saw a large spider that had petrified her after biting her-and Tom was nowhere to be seen.

The next time (y/n) woke up, she was being asked about what had happened by Aurors and she told them what she knew. She saw the girls dead body, saw the spider-it bit her, petrifying her-and the thing ran off. That was all the Aurors needed, leaving (y/n) with Tom by her side, clutching her hand tightly.

“It’s over now (y/n),” Tom murmured, leaning up to kiss her forehead and she turned her head towards him, pressing her forehead to his and he held her close, letting out a shaky sigh.

-

Tom glanced back at (y/n), who was asleep in his bed, he’d refused to let her back to her dorm room-claiming worry that the spider was still loose-it was, but only Tom and Hagrid, who was now expelled, knew that the spider wasn’t responsible for all the attacks-so he’d convinced (y/n) to spend the night in his room.

He had an alternative motive. He turned back to the bubbling potion that was cooking on the floor of his dorm room-his roommates were all out, Tom told them to scram, and they had, knowing if they hadn’t they faced a worse fate than detention.

Tom took a deep breath, dipping his bare hands into the pitch-black potion, which stained his skin to look like empty space-a void. He leaned back on his heels, thankful for having cast a silencing charm on himself because he reached into his chest, gasping in pain-he hadn’t imagined it would hurt this much.

He reached further into his chest, blood mixing with the black horcrux potion. he felt like he was ripping himself apart as he pulled out his soul, the thing glowing in his palms-still very bright, but tainted, a fracture split right down the middle.

He cracked the fracture completely, gasping in pain as it rocked through his body like he’d broken several bones. “Shit.” He groaned, putting one half back inside him and then standing up on shaky legs, slowly walking over to (y/n)-who was deep asleep, unable to wake as he’d slipped her a sleeping draught to make sure she stayed asleep.

He’d originally planned to make his diary-a gift from her-his first Horcrux but after that close call-the way she nearly died from the basilisk, nearly died because of his carelessness, he couldn’t risk it again-he couldn’t risk her.

So, he knelt over her, placing his soul inside her, right next to her heart, feeling it snug right next to her own soul-claiming it, protecting it. He swallowed, closing his eyes as he felt her warmth flow through him, feeling her love for him-her every emotion, and he loved it.

He kissed her cheek, sitting back up and cleaning the mess up, making sure there wasn’t a spot of blood or ink anywhere; making sure (y/n) was as pure and spotless as she had always been. He crawled into bed next to her, pressing his hand between her breasts, feeling his soul beneath her skin-cradled by her warmth, protected by her beating heart.

He let out a low sigh, closing his eyes-bringing her closer to him, feeling her beating heart beneath his palm as he rested his hand on her back.

-

(y/n) felt quite-odd when she woke up the morning after-completely unaware of what Tom had done to her. Her throat felt sticky and it felt like something was weighing heavy in her chest, clinging to her like a sickness. Tom woke up before her, glancing back at her as she slowly sat up in his bed, looking a bit ill.

“(y/n),” Tom breathed-instantly at her side, gently making her lay down again. “you look terrible love-must be lingering effects from the spider bite.” Tom lied, not that (y/n) knew he was lying. But she nodded, trusting him so she went back to sleep, curled up in his bed as he went to get her some breakfast and medicine.

After about a week the sticky feeling went away but that odd heavy feeling in her chest didn’t-it was like something was stubbornly clinging to her, like a parasite or something. However, an exam from Madam Tegner revealed nothing in her body that would cause such a thing, so she eventually brushed it off-and soon that heaviness became second nature.

Lately she also felt more in tune with Tom’s emotions, able to tell when he was feeling…anything really-even when he attempted to hide them from her. Angry, sad, frustrated, aroused, happy-everything, she could feel his emotions like they were her own.

She only thought that their bond was deeper than she even realized; because Tom claimed that he could also tune into her emotions, teasing her that she felt confused yet delighted about it-since now they could feel each other from even miles away.

The last few weeks of 6th year passed without incident, Tom and (y/n) returned to the orphanage for the final time, as next year they’d be on their own-aged out of the system. “we should get an apartment,” Tom murmured into her hair as they rested on his bed, relaxing from the long train ride and lugging their things back from Hogwarts.

(y/n) hummed in agreement, her arms wrapped around him, head resting on his chest. “That sounds good,” she murmured sleepily, nuzzling into him. She always felt so-complete-when pressed against him like this, more so than usual as of late. “Where?”

“somewhere close to Diagon Alley, someplace just big enough for the two of us-we could get that owl you wanted.” Tom murmured, squeezing her closer and she hummed, smiling.

“That sounds nice,” she sighed, feeling sleep dragging her under, Tom also getting tired. “we’ll name her Ingrid.” Tom chuckled lightly, kissing her forehead, adjusting himself so they were laid properly on the bed.

“Sounds like a plan love,”

-

(y/n) woke up one mid-summer morning to Tom, gone, it was odd-he never usually went anywhere without telling her. But he had left her a letter, telling her he was going to get some closure about his family, and when he returned a day later-he had a new ring.

“It’s the gaunt family ring, my uncle gave it to me-as he’s far too old to carry on the name.” Tom said proudly, handing the ring to her. It was quite the pretty ring, with a gold band that had a diamond-shaped black stone atop it, with an interesting hidden symbol within it, but she couldn’t make it out.

“It’s quite the heirloom.” (y/n) said softly, blinking as he took it from her and slid it onto her ring finger, the ring feeling oddly heavy on her hand. “Tom?”

He knelt down in front of her, swallowing nervously, looking up at her as he took her hand, pressing a kiss on her knuckles. “I know we are still young, still a year from being of age but we’ve known each other all our lives and…I cannot bear but to ask you now-be my wife?” Tom asked, taking a short heavy breath as she stared at him.

“Are-are you serious?” she asked softly, her other hand covering her mouth as she felt tears in her eyes. Tom nodded. “When am I not?” he teased gently, grunting as she tackled him to the ground, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

“Yes-yes you-goober.” (y/n) sobbed into his neck and Tom smiled, sitting up to hug her properly, nuzzling her shoulder. He tilted her head up to make her look at him and she smiled, his smile widened and their lips met, arms wrapping around each other tightly-refusing to let go.

-

When they returned to school, her housemates had instantly zeroed in on her new ring, especially her roommates who practically jumped her. “Oh merlin! He proposed!” Macy squealed, admiring the ring on (y/n)’s hand a Clover wrapped her arms around (y/n)’s shoulders and jumped, making (y/n) wobble back and forth.

“ye-yeah! He came back from seeing his mom's side of the family, only his uncle was left-and his uncle gave him the family ring, which Tom proposed with.” (y/n) said, swooning a bit at the memory and her roommates all squealed again, grinning as Tom came up behind (y/n).

“Mind if I steal my fiancé?” Tom asked and her roommates practically shoved her into Tom’s arms, Tom snorting a bit as (y/n) grunted. He took her hand and led her over to the Slytherin table, where he sat her down next to him and his pureblood friends.

“Congratulations Tom,” Rosier said, admiring the engagement ring. “family heirloom right? Impressive.” Tom tilted his chin up with pride, his fingers intertwined with (y/n)s on top of the table, making sure to show off her engagement ring.

“Only the best for (y/n),” Tom said, kissing (y/n)’s cheek and she giggled, feeling her face get warm as Tom smirked at her. “Softie,” (y/n) muttered back at him and he leaned in close, whispering in her ear.

“Only for you.”

-

7th year went by without a hitch-since it was mostly a lot of studying, exams, and more exams. There were a few nasty incidents around the school, all dealing with muggleborns-but the worst was a broken ankle and the others just really mean pranks.

Tom, was head boy this year-so he took the liberty to practically move (y/n) into his private dorm, which she wasn’t saying no to at all, it felt nice to spend every night in the same bed again.

Now it was a week from graduation, and (y/n) and Tom were having a date up in the astronomy tower, thankfully classes were done so they had it to themselves. “So hard to believe in a week it’s over,” (y/n) said softly, resting against Tom between his legs, her head against his shoulder.

Tom hummed in agreement, he didn’t really want his Hogwarts years to end-that’s why he planned to ask Dippet for the soon to be vacant DADA professor position, since Professor Merrythought was, or well had, retired this year.

“Seven years has gone by so fast,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her, snuggling his head into her neck. “but it’s a new chapter for us, our own apartment, getting married, all that good stuff.” (y/n) smiled, unable to help her laughter as she snuggled into him.

“I like that plan.” She whispered and Tom smiled, kissing her forehead.

-

“He said no?” (y/n) asked softly as Tom left the headmasters office, she could feel his frustration and anger like it was her own, but she reached out towards him and he melted into her arms, her very presence calming him.

“Says I’m ‘too young’ for the position.” Tom grumbled, resting his cheek on her head, sighing heavily. (y/n) hummed softly, she couldn’t say she disagreed. “Well, we did only just graduate from school, and we’re not even 18 yet.” (y/n) said softly, Tom sighed heavily again, kissing her forehead.

“You’ve made your point love,” he mumbled. “I’ll ask again in a few years,” (y/n) nodded, agreeing with that plan and his hand slipped into hers as they went to go finish packing up, as it was the last full day at Hogwarts.

For the final time, they spent the night in Tom’s private head boy dorm room; (y/n) changed into her pajamas, Tom stepping out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin before her shirt covered it up.

He swallowed harshly and (y/n) turned, feeling his eyes on her. “You okay?” she asked and Tom stepped forward, wrapping his arms round her-hands slipping under her shirt. “Tommy?”

“It’s our last night here, why don’t we make the most of it?” he asked softly, leaning in closer, pressing a soft kiss to her lips and she let out a quiet huff, her eyes fluttering as her hands gripped his forearms.

“But-“ (y/n) whispered, tilting her head as his lips ventured down to her neck, leaving soft kisses. “we-don’t have-protection,” (y/n) weakly protested, not really wanting to at all but they’d never gone past being touchy really, and while she did want to…

“I got some this last weekend at Hogsmeade.” Tom said with a soft smile, backing her up towards his bed, laying her down gently, his hand cradling the back of her neck. “condoms and a contraception potion, just in case.” He murmured, leaning over her, a knee between her legs as he lowered himself to kiss her neck again, his hand slowly going under her sleep shirt to explore.

“oh-okay,” (y/n) murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as she relaxed, her hands wrapping around his neck to hold onto him as he unbuttoned her shirt and slowly pulled it off her, admiring everything about her, every last stretch mark and mole.

“I’m so lucky to have you as my bride,” Tom murmured, moving his head down to kiss down her neck to her chest, before kissing her breast, taking a nipple into his mouth-something he’d wanted to do for a while.

(y/n) moaned softly, already breathing heavily as his tongue swirled around her nipple, his hand giving attention to her other breast, gently rolling her nipple between his fingers. “Tommy,” she breathed out, her face hot as he pulled away from her breasts, leading kisses down to her stomach, slowly pulling off her sleep pants-her hips arching up to let him do so.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he revealed her virgin cunt, a sight he’d wanted to see for some time. He leaned in close, spreading her thighs as he sunk to his knees in front of the bed. “Tom-“ (y/n) croaked, feeling extra hot at the very thought of what he was about to do.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll take care of you-just like I always have.” Tom said softly, using his fingers to spread her glistening folds, biting his lip in admiration of it all. “So wet for me already,” he murmured, closing his eyes and connecting his tongue to her clit, smirking as she squealed and jolted a bit.

He held her hips down, slowly moving his tongue up and down her pretty cunt, swirling it around her clit-sucking lightly-then back down, pushing the tip of his tongue to her entrance, grinning at every reaction he got from her.

“Ah-oh-“ (y/n) moaned, her back arched as she gripped the sheets of Tom’s bed-one of her hands finding his and he quickly intertwined their fingers, focusing on giving her absolute pleasure with his tongue. “how-how are you-so-good at this?” (y/n) asked, knowing Tom had only ever been with her, and they’d never done this before.

Tom paused for a moment, his ears turning pink as he pulled away from her, clearing his throat. “I uh, might’ve…read some books about pleasuring a woman during sex…” Tom mumbled and (y/n) couldn’t help her small giggle, finding it adorable. Before she could say anything more, his tongue was on her again, licking a wide stripe right up to her clit that was getting very sensitive and she gasped-hips jolting.

He removed his hand from her hip, slicking up his fingers with her arousal, groaning a bit at the feeling of her being so wet, because of him. “Tell me if anything feels bad,” he said-pulling away for only a moment, slowly pushing his finger into her-his jaw dropping open a bit at the feeling of her warm wet walls enveloping his finger. “holy shit.” He muttered, fixated on the sight of his finger disappearing inside her.

(y/n) groaned at the feeling-it was new, not unpleasant but she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. “It feels-weird but-not bad.” (y/n) stuttered and Tom nodded, connecting his tongue to her clit again and that eased the feeling into something-really good. “oh-“ (y/n) moaned, her hips slightly moving towards the feeling and Tom smirked.

After a few minutes of slowly pumping his finger into her, he added a second, looking up at her to make sure it was okay. (y/n)’s breath stuttered, and her brows furrowed, her legs opening wider and he took that as a good sign, fluttering his tongue against her clit as he slowly thrust his fingers into her, slowly pulling her apart-bringing up the pleasure to make her feel good.

He sat up further on his knees, getting closer to her as (y/n)’s breath began to elevate-her face flushing deeper and her hand clutched his tightly. “oh-Tom-something feels-“ she gasped out and he pressed his tongue harder to her clit, looking for the tell-tale signs of her approaching climax.

He curled his fingers, adding a third, going faster with them and (y/n) gasped again, focusing on that feeling that was growing rapidly and then that warmth that was growing in her gut exploded-filling her body and going up and down her spine several times as Tom’s tongue swiped over her clit until she tried to pull away, gasping for breath.

“Oh-shit,” (y/n) panted, tears in her eyes as he moved to lean over her, brushing his clean hand over her face, thumb ghosting over her cheek. “Was that okay?” he asked softly and (y/n) nodded, watching as he took off his sleep pants and boxers, revealing his cock-her eyes went to it immediately and she reached up, gently wrapping her fingers around him and Tom groaned softly, his eyes fluttering as she pumped him a few times.

“Can i?” (y/n) asked softly, sitting up to be even with his hips and Tom swallowed harshly, flashes of wet dreams and fantasies filling his brain. “uh-sure.” He said in a raspy tone, clenching his jaw as she scooted to get closer to him, her hand still wrapped around his cock.

She stuck her tongue out-licking the tip almost shyly-unsure of how it would taste or feel. Tom groaned, his hand grabbing the bedpost to keep himself upright, his head falling between his shoulders, hand gently caressing her face. “Shit love,” he moaned softly, feeling her tongue explore his cock further, going down the side and then back up-her fingers swirling over the tip to make his hips jolt.

Like Tom, she’d read a book about pleasuring ones partner in bed so she opened her mouth wider, taking his cock into her mouth and Tom let out a long low groan, his jaw dropping open as he felt her engulf his cock in her mouth-his breath catching in his chest. “oh shit-(y/n).” he panted, resting his hand on her head as she began to bob her head on his cock.

What she couldn’t fit in her mouth she stroked with her hand, looking up at him as his face devolved into pleasure, his mouth open-brows furrowed-eyes closed. It was a beautiful sight, to see him so out of control.

She was the only one allowed to see him like this. She swirled her tongue around the tip and he tugged her off his cock-spit and precum connecting her swollen lips to his cock. “I-I want to be inside you when I cum.” Tom said in a gruff voice and (y/n) swallowed, he laid her down again, grabbed the condom and went to put it on but (y/n) grabbed his wrist.

“I want to feel you completely-when you take my virginity.” (y/n) said and Tom swallowed hard, staring at her-his nostrils flaring before he nodded, moving to lay over her, aligning his cock with her entrance.

“Ready?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb over her cheek and she nodded, their lips connecting as he slipped inside her. It was a new feeling, a bit uncomfortable but it didn’t hurt-not with how well Tom had prepared her.

But she could feel him-all his warmth and every inch of him, panting into his mouth as he groaned-able to feel her completely, squeezing around him, all his. Only his. “oh (y/n),” he groaned softly against her mouth, completely seated inside her.

Their arms wrapped around each other, holding the other as close as possible. “I love you,” (y/n) whispered, kissing him again and he groaned softly again, kissing her back almost feverishly. “I love you too,” he murmured, pulling out of her before he got carried away-putting the condom on and pushing back inside her, slowly beginning to thrust.

(y/n) gasped and moaned softly as he made love to her, for the very first time-and certainly not the last. She clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her on this plane of existence, rolling her hips gently in time with his, feeling him sink into her again and again-warmth building in both their bodies.

“You feel so good.” Tom moaned softly, laying on top of her, his hands lightly bracing himself so he didn’t squish her but she tugged him down so he was, wanting to feel completely consumed by him.

Tom did not increase his pace as he rolled his hips into her-not wanting to rush any part of their first time, kissing (y/n) softly and slowly, the feeling so intense and even more so due to his soul being intertwined with hers-unbeknownst to her.

“I love you,” Tom groaned, panting into her mouth as they felt that coil in their guts begin to tighten, their hands intertwined between them-squeezing tightly.

“I love you too,” (y/n) moaned, gasping against his cheek as she came after his fingers found her clit, rubbing in quick small circles to bring her over the edge, and a few moments later Tom followed her lead, coming inside the condom and collapsing on top of her.

They didn’t talk for a while, simply basking in each other’s presence, laying in Tom’s bed. They didn’t need words, all it took was a short look and (y/n) smiled, leaning in to kiss Tom and he eagerly kissed her back, cradling the back of her head as he pulled her close-tugging the blankets over them, his arms wrapped around her for the rest of the night.

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The train ride back to London was uneventful, Tom’s friends invited him and (y/n) to sit with them but Tom, like for every ride to and from Hogwarts-just wanted to be with (y/n) so they found a compartment at the back of the train-enjoying the quiet of each other as the train departed from Hogsmeade station for the final time. At least for them.

Several hours later the train arrived at Kings Cross station and Tom helped (y/n) step down from the train car, holding her hand as they went to get their trunks, and then they set off to go to their new apartment-bought thanks to (y/n)’s family money that she felt she had too much of not to use. It was across from Diagon alley, a one-bedroom apartment with a narrow kitchen but a thankfully sizable bathroom.

Thanks to magic-they did some expansion charms to resize their kitchen, and their closets, and quickly made their first apartment a little home-(y/n) got that owl she wanted and Tom went to work at a shop in Diagon Alley as a starter job while he applied for better jobs.

It was a good start for them, finally away from the orphanage and beginning a new chapter in their lives, together as they’d always been.

-end of part 1-

Part two!(if you like happy endings; maybe dont read-very angstyyy)