My Love for Tom Riddle

The story of Lord Voldemort and the only girl he ever loved. How she left his life, hating him, and what the Dark Lord was willing to do to win back her heart.


4. Lovers

Warning: There are some... happenings. If you know what I mean. But there are no inappropriate words.


"When did he tell you he loved you?"

The words echo in my head as my hands clench into fists. Before, the memory used to be so full of joy and happiness for me... Now it just brings back pure agony. It hurt the most out of all the other memories I had.

Tom had taken me to the Old Shack in the middle of January, when it was very cold. He led me up the dusty stairs and into an equally dusty room with a grand piano and a canopy bed.

He took my ungloved hands in his and brought them to his lips, where he blew his hot breath on them. Earlier I was worried about getting frost bite, and had reprimanded myself for not taking the time to grab my gloves - I was in such a hurry to see Tom... But now I was glad I hadn't. His lips on me were always a good thing.

While still keeping my hands in his, he pulled me against him. He kissed his way to my ear. His breath tickled, and as always made goosebumps form on my skin.

"I need to tell you something," he whispered.

"What is it," I asked dreamily, resting my cheek on his neck.

"I love you." He had said it so plainly as if he were discussing today's weather.

I kissed his neck, smiling to myself. "I love you, too." Then I shivered. "Can we go back to the castle now? It's freezing out here."

He rubbed his hands up and down my back, along my sides. 

"I can think of ways to keep warm," he whispered suggestively. "Very warm."

My breath quickened. "Are you suggesting...?"

"I'm not suggesting, I'm... merely requesting," he whispered as his lips found my cheek. he nibbled on it gently with his teeth. "Please?"

I hated it when he begged. I could never say no. "We don't have any -"

"I do." he took my hand and guided it to his pocket. My hand slipped inside and I felt a foil package with an indentation of a circle. My breath hitched.

"You didn't just tell me you love me because you wanted to -" I started to say.

"No," he said firmly. He took my face in his hands and forced me to look at him. His piercing blue eyes were clouded with concentration. "i told you I love you because it's the truth. This would just be an extension of that love. I want to show you how much I love you."

I didn't have time to give a remark before his lips were on mine and, as always, the kiss was deep and passionate, but still somehow desperate. Like we couldn't get enough of each other. He lead us to the canopy bed without breaking apart, and it all sort of took off from there. Our clothes cam off, we got under the covers, our body heat made the bed warm quickly. It wasn't exactly what I had expected, but it wan't bad either. It was... fulfilling and beautiful. Being one with him, feeling how much he loved me. It radiated through every touch, every caress... every kiss.

When it was over, we lied wrapped in each other's arms. I remember falling asleep, and then waking up to the sound of his perfect voice whispering my name... That day we became more than just best friends... We were lovers. Happily in love.

When I'm done telling Dumbledore (minus again, the physical details), he sits still, quietly thinking.

"Thank you for your time," he says after a while. "I am forever in your debt." He stands and paces back to his desk.

I stand and blink away unshed tears. I take one last look around before I teleport to somewhere I can cry, somewhere I know I'll be safe.

How wrong I was.

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