After they left Dumbledore's office, their shoes clicked along the empty, stoned hallways. It was odd, being in Hogwarts when it was empty. All besides three people. Even some of the paintings were empty, off visiting others.

  Delilah felt restless, after so much had happened and so much lied ahead, she didn't know what to do with herself. Tom's hand found purchase in hers as they walked, his thumb running circles into her skin.

  "You know I'm surprised he agreed," he began. "I know he didn't have much choice, considering how stubborn you are but, nonetheless."

  She shook her head, a smile on her lips as she nudged him with her elbow. The late afternoon air was sweet as it blew threw the courtyard, the summer had turned the grass a rich, silky green.

  "When do you suppose he'll have the time turner?" She wondered aloud, her head resting against his arm. Tom bit at his cheek as his mind ran over their meeting. "I'd assume within a day or so."

  "So soon?" She furrowed her brow. If Dumbledore was able to get a time turner within a few days why put her through the trouble of breaking into the Ministry? The thought alone was exhausting and she shook her head, she didn't want anymore stress.

  "He knows our time line is strict, we have to act quickly before Grindelwald gets his hands on another one of the Hallows."

  She hummed as they neared a familiar staircase, craning her neck up she hadn't realized she'd led them to Ravenclaw tower. Delilah turned to Tom, "have you ever been up there?"

  He shook his head and an eager grin broke out on her features, "c'mon. I'm actually a Ravenclaw, you know." Tugging on his hand they began up the stairs. Tom pondered it over for a moment, he guessed her being in the blue and bronze house wasn't surprising.

  "Why were you in Slytherin this go around?"

  They neared the large door as they reached the top of the steps, the large bronze knocker glinting at them. "The Sorting Hat said I was needed," she looked at him over her shoulder, her lips and eyes mischievous. "Do you need me, Tom Riddle?"

  Merlin knows I do, he thought. Instead he just shook his head at her and gestured for her to open the door to the common room. Rolling her eyes, she marched up to the door and a bronze mouth formed, ready to spew a riddle.

"I am loved by many. They tend to enjoy me. Few seek to banish me. None can resist me. By fire I was born. By water I shall burn. By fluids I will heal. In lust shall you trust. What am I?"

She furrowed her brows, that was certainly different. She was about to ask Tom but he stepped next to her, "I'm a Succubus." The sound of a lock clicking greeted their ears and he tugged the door open, gesturing overzealously for her to go first.

"What a gentleman."

"I try by best."

He walked in after her and she stopped in the middle of the common room, a proud smile on her face as she waved her arms around. "Well, do you like it?"

The enchanted, domed ceiling was the first thing to catch his eye. Despite it being the afternoon, the cosmos swirled around, the stars glittering. The walls were a white marble, a dichotomy to the dark wood floors. There was even a miniature library. So different from the dungeons he was used to.

"It's alright."

Delilah scoffed, playfully flipping him off and she walked towards the stair case on the left, "come see the dorms." He went to follow her, however the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw that resided directly under the dome caught his eye and he froze.

The diadem. It was the lost diadem. His chest burned. It wasn't the tiara, but now he actually knew what it looked like. A part of him yearned to reach out and touch it. There were whispers that it was hidden somewhere in Albania, he wondered if-

The sound of Delilah calling his name snapped him out of it. What lied ahead of them was so much bigger, so much more than them. He'd had a fixation on horcruxes for what felt like so long. The dark magic had invested his mind, his whole life was driven towards their purpose.

Then Delilah seemed to drop out of the sky, tearing down his world. For once, Tom wasn't directly concerned for his own well being. She was there, and he'd protect her. From whatever he could.

  What if you have to protect her from yourself? The thought rang in his head loudly and he shook his head. He was better now, he could be better. All of the years of him climbing up the ladder for power, he wouldn't sit by idly and watch as another man would let the world burn.

  Delilah took him up to the highest level, the seventh year dorms. The tall windows filtered in light, it was airy and he could see the peaks of the mountains in the distance. The view was wonderful. She opened a window, letting the summer breeze waft through.

  Tom came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her and she leaned into him.

  "Are you sure about this?"

  She nodded her head once, taking a deep breath as burnt wood, parchment and cigarettes greeted her nose. "More than anything."

  "You'll get to see your family again." He worried that once she returned back to her time, she'd never want to leave. Of course, there was the option of him staying with her in the nineties but... he just didn't know if he could leave everything behind. Delilah was willing to for him.

  Could he do the same?

  Turning in his arms, she rested her hands on his chest, giving him a reserved smile. "I know what we have to do. Whatever it takes. This is bigger than the both of us. What we want doesn't matter."

"Whatever it takes," he muttered and she turned back around to look out at the forbidden forest.

  What they wanted didn't not matter, not completely.

She's pressed into the back of him, heat radiating from their bodies. The cool wind coming in from the window making her hair dance. Running a hand along her skin, he brushed her hair to the side and placed a chaste kiss to her neck, lingering there for a moment and she sighed in content.

  They've gone through hell together, and she was glad for a moment of calm before they entered next level.

Tom pulled her closer, if possible, his hands bunching the fabric of her dress as his lips left a heated trail of kisses from the nape of her neck down to between her shoulder blades. The shudder that over took her body vibrated through him. She reached up an arm, looping it around his neck as if she'd hang there.

As Delilah's neck rolled to the side, Tom's mouth found purchase in the crevice of her clavicles. He could feel the power churning around her, through her, and right into him. Teeth nipped gently at her skin and the gasp that left her mouth was a ballad to his ears. Turning in his arms, he took in the sight of her mouth, the welcoming color of dark red, like over ripe cherries since she had been biting them.

Delilah touched her fingers to his face, lightly, as if she was admiring a canvas before she grabbed hold of his chin and brought his mouth to hers. Tom pushed forward, his knuckles turning white as he fist the thin fabric of her sundress.

  He thought it might rip, he didn't much care.

Her mouth pulled away from his, dragging across his cheek as her heavy breaths resided in his ear. Tom didn't understand it, he only knew he never wanted her to leave his side. Digging a hand in her golden hair, peppermint washed over him as he attacked her neck again. Tugging, biting, soothing over the marks with his tongue.

"Tom," she sighed out, she could see everything now, their bodies entwined. Him either below her or above her, she didn't care. As long as they were together.

  They stumbled back, Delilah's back hitting the wall next to the window and simultaneously Tom's hands had managed to hike up her dress, one hand braced on her pale thigh. When he squeezed her burning skin, a trigger impulse rippled through her and she hiked it around his waist.

Delilah's hands fumbled blindly with the buttons of his shirt. One by one, his scarred chest was revealed and her lips left searing kisses in its wake, like fresh coal hot off the lick of flames. His body was buzzing, stars poring through him as she shifted, his erection aching in his pants.

The air between them felt sticky against their skin, like honey, the sweetest kind that made the mouth water at the thought.

  His hands danced up her arms before a finger hooked on each of her straps. He slid them over her shoulders, the soft feel of it making Delilah break out into goosebumps. Her dress fell to the curve of her waist and Tom leaned back, taking in her breasts, threatening to over spill from her bra.

  "I don't think I've ever told you you're beautiful," his voice was a heavy rasp, laced with desire and his eyes had gone black. Delilah pulled his shirt from his pants, forcing the fabric from his shoulders and it fell to the floor soundlessly.

She pressed a heated kiss below his Adam's apple, "you haven't," she breathed out, her lips trailing along the other scars that littered his lightly toned chest.

  "Do you want me to?"

"Just kiss me."

Caressing a hand under her other thigh, he slid her up the wall, pressing harder, and she wrapped her legs around him. Taking hold of her dress, he pulled it up and over her arms, tossing it behind him carelessly. He pushed her up higher so her breast were at level with his mouth. Her nails raked through his hair, along his shoulders, and down the muscles of his back.

Leaving tantalizing red, bleeding streaks in their wake.

When one hand gripped at her breast, her skin strained against her bra, the sound that left her mouth was a sharp reminder of how hard he was.

  "Just take the bloody thing off already," she ground out, her frustration coming out as she gave a sharp tug on the roots of his hair. Her pale fingers were buried in the rich, darkness of his curls, holding his mouth to her chest. Though he wasn't planning on moving anytime soon.

Her bra was discarded to the floor, she wanted to scream at how slow Tom was moving. His soft lips trailing from her collarbones, down her sternum, avoiding where she wanted his mouth most. She was glowing, his actions overwhelming her and filling her to the core. Delilah nearly let a whine slip when finally he latched on to the sensitive tip of her right breast, the pad of his fingers dancing over the left.

Arching her back, her chest was flush against him and the action caused her to grind her hips against his.

  When he groaned, she nearly mistook it for the trumpets of heaven.

  He could feel the heat of her against his lower abdomen due to how high he'd hiked her up the wall, his mind went fuzzy when she slid down, right against him and a violent shudder rocked his limbs.

Tom pulled his mouth away from her, his teeth tugging on her nipple as he did so and her nails dug into his shoulders.

"Tom."

The way she choked out his name made his heart stutter as he pulled her away from the wall, one hand digging into the soft flesh of her thigh while the other was splayed across the curve of her spine.

  Delilah's lips crashed to his, her neck straining forward. His lips parted as they fell onto the bed, swallowing her startled gasp with his tongue tracing along the roof of her mouth. He was bent down, feet still on floor, crushed to her as her legs were bound around him. Tom ground into her, his body moving on its own accord and Delilah bit his lip in the middle of their kiss at the rippling sensation of pleasure.

Delilah's tongue swirled around his, tasting blood due to her biting too hard. Copper lingered but neither minded.

"You're beautiful," he managed to get out in a breath as he left a bruising kiss beneath her jaw. His teeth grazed over her skin as he slid down to his knees at the edge of the bed.

  Delilah felt like she couldn't breathe, her chest heaving as she leaned up on her elbows, her eyes glossed over as she stared at his position between her legs. He lightly placed a hand on both her knees, spreading them apart further and left a searing wet kiss inside her thigh.

"God Tom..."

She pulled her swollen bottom lip between her teeth as he slowly inched his way up, closer and closer, his left hand splayed against her stomach to hold her steady.

  "Is there where I tell you you're beautiful too?" She managed through heaving breaths. His dark eyes caught hers. They were so blue in that moment, like the night sky poured into them.

"I wouldn't mind," his hot breath fanned against her underwear and she nearly went limp. Her skin was an inferno beneath his palms. "You're beau- oh my god." Her surprised moan turned into a laugh of disbelief, her head thrown back as his lips pressed against the thin fabric of her panties.

  By god she was wet, Tom felt his erection throbbing painfully, the press of his pants constricting.

His tongue moved against her, soaking through the material with both her arousal and his saliva. He kissed back up her body, leaving her hips to buck in the air due to the sudden lack of attention. "What the hell Tom," frustration laced her tone, watching through heavy lidded eyes as he rested his mouth in the cavern between her breast.

He tapped her folds once with a finger and delighted at the sight of her gasping, "tell me what you want."

Delilah gaped at him, her eyes going wide. "I never pegged you as someone into dirty talk."

"Neither did I, but I seem to recall you telling people I was, and I quote, dreadful at foreplay."

She bit at her cheek, her body flush with warmth and need. "That was ages ago-"

  Tom cupped her sex with his hand, applying pressure with the heel of his palm and slid upward. Her long lashes fluttered and her nails found purchase in the muscles of his back. "Was it?" He mused, enjoying seeing her unravel far too much.

  "Tom I swear to god."

He rubbed his hand down and she choked on a moan, not daring to let it pass her lips. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

  "Tell me what you want, easy enough."

"I'm not going to beg," Delilah ground out, her neck craning back as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"I wasn't planning on it but," his hand slid upward, twisting the fabric of her underwear and pulling it against her heated core- she squeezed her eyes shut.

  Tom's lips hovered against her ear, "I wouldn't be opposed to begging."

"I am going to kill you."

"Go for it, but do you want to do that before or after you orgasm?" He slid the wounded fabric to the side and chuckled as she hissed. The pain in his back wholly welcomed, sending waves of arousal through his veins. She clenched her jaw in frustration as he slid it to the other side.

  "Fine," she panted out, "I know what I want."

He leaned up on one elbow above her, freeing her underwear and gripping her chin, "look at me." Delilah buried a hand in his hair, pulling him towards her and a grunt of approval sounded from his throat.

"Tell me," his voice was a seductive caress.

"I want.. I want you to touch me," she took hold of the hand that gripped her chin, dragging it down her body until it resided between her thighs. "Here."

His touch was delicate above her pussy and she buried her head against his chest, "Please," she groaned against his skin.

"Tell me, Lilah."

  I am going to murder him.

"What do you need me to do?"

"For fucks sake, Tom just... feel me. Feel how wet I am for you."

He knew damn well how wet she was, but of course he'd oblige. His eyes blazed, burning feral as his hand slid beneath the edge of her panties, a single finger stroking down, sliding over her clit and through her slick folds. She chest arched, a relieved and desperate moan tumbling from her lips. Tom wanted to hear it again, he wanted to hear her scream, but in all due time. He rubbed again and her legs twitched.

It was like getting drunk, watching her and how she would bend to his touch.

  Tom's eyes drank everything in as the tips of his middle and index finger began to rub slow, insistent circles against her clit. Delilah hands tore into his scalp, he hissed in pain but it was immediately followed by a groan of his own. "Delilah you're so wet for me," he swallowed her next moan with a kiss, his tongue caught in a dance with hers.

He pressed down harder with his fingers, speeding up and muscles twitched in her thighs, making her hips thrust upward with the desperate need for more.  "Please," her will be damned, she needed him inside her, now.

  Tom hummed, holding down her hips with his free hand and she nearly cried. "Tell me Delilah, be a good girl."

"I really hate you," she let out a buzzing moan as his fingers switched directions.

The grin he gave her was cruel and devastatingly handsome. "I know. Now out with it."

"I need your fingers inside-"

A gasp left her lips, clutching his shoulders and writhing as he slowly inserted two fingers into her. "You want it don't you. My cock. Say it." He growled, he could feel sweat building above his brow. She laughed, biting her lip so hard she was sure it split.

  "I hate you so much."

  He hummed, curving his fingers upward and began to slowly circle her clit with his thumb.

  "Fine! Yes... I'm want it. I want you," she gasped. It felt good and painful, in a thrilling way that made her skin hum and her brain feel fuzzy.

  "You're tight, darling. And so warm." Tom pushed her further into the mattress with his body, now rhythmically guiding the digits in and out of her. She whimpered. "All ready for me to fuck you," he said lowly in her ear and she clawed at him, trying to bring him closer.

  "Do you want me to fuck you?"

  Her mind was reeling, never in a million years thinking she'd ever hear Tom Riddle tell her such profanities.

  "Say it," his other hand danced towards her throat, promising something sinful and delicious.

  A hot, bubbling warmth started to pool in her stomach, her head feeling light. "What would you do if I said no?" Delilah said as she buried her head in his neck, biting into his shoulder as his fingers switched directions.

  "I'd stop, I'd leave you here in a mess and walk away," the words were spoken into her skin.

  "You wouldn't."

  "Wouldn't I?" He raised a brow at her and pulled away. She threw her hands over her face and let out a heated groan of agitation.

  Tom stood up and she raised herself into a sitting position. The glare she was shooting at him was like a dagger and he smirked, flashing two glistening fingers at her.

  "Tom," she began, completely out of breath and her skin was glistening. "If you don't finish what you started I swear to god I'll make your life a living hell when we go to the future."

  His eyes bore into hers, tracing over her lips, the bites he'd left on her, and her breasts.

  She inhaled sharply as she watched him raise his hand to his mouth, lips parting and he tasted his fingers. He tasted her. "Is that a promise?" He said, his voice hoarse and he licked his lips afterward, there was a slight tang of salt.

  She was so screwed.

  "Damn right it's a promise."

  She barely had time to blink before he was on top of her again, three fingers inside this time. Her eyes were electric and she shuddered, her hips bucking.

  Delilah clenched her teeth, her knees locked around his hips and Tom took a sharp breath. He twisted his fingers and she looped an arm around his neck, anchoring him to her. Her breaths were hot, her body sliding back and forth with the movement.

"Fuck, right there."

  "That's it, Lilah," his voice was soft, fingers moving painfully slow now. She moaned as Tom pressed down on her clit, Delilah shuddered then and he watched her orgasm, her back arching into him and her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

  They were both panting, staring at one another, stunned and desire coursing through them. Her golden hair was fanned out in a nimbus. She pulled him towards her, their mouths clashing in a bruising kiss and she could taste herself faintly on his lips. Delilah twitched as his hips bucked into her, she was still sensitive.

  She wanted more.

  Delilah's arms retreated from his neck and slid down his torso, her nails treading over his pale skin until she hooked onto his belt.

  Tom's breath hitched and he pulled back, standing up so she could undo the buckle. They didn't break eye contact as she slid his pants down with his boxers. Tom took in the sight of her flushed cheeks and tucked a blonde curl behind her ear.

  His mouth parted to say something, but she hooked a leg behind his knee and brought him down to the bed, flipping so she was on top. Delilah straddled his lap, his erection pressing into her.

She was so warm, heat practically dripping off her body and he resisted the urge to grab her hips and drag her against him.

  She marveled at how the muscles in his stomach contracted when she would move, and the way his eyes shut and his head fell back.

He only let her teasing go so far before sitting up.

  Tom wrapped an arm around her waist, his fingers lightly dancing over the scars of her back as his mouth attached to her neck, sucking. He guided her up to her knees as he dragged her underwear down and she kicked them off.

He wasted no time.

  The tip of his cock lined up with her entrance, heat rolling off her. Delilah slowly lowered herself, and inch by inch he entered. A guttural moan rumbled up his throat as he buried a hand in her hair, she was so tight.

  His inky black eyes glanced down to where they were connected, watching how he stretched her until his hilt met the base and her clit was just barely touching him. They were breathing heavily. She adjusted and he bit her neck, hard. She hissed in pain but it turned into a long moan as he took hold of her hips and rocked her against him.

  "Keep going," she managed. She felt on fire. Though admittedly she knew her legs would be sore after this, especially her knees.

  Her hips rolled, he pulled out farther to go in more, stroking her walls as her breasts pressed against his chest. Tom's fingers dug into her skin, hands traveling everywhere, over the scars of her back down to the swirling pattern on her leg from when she got splinched. All the while his labored breath was heavy in her ears.

  Tom shifted the angle of his hips, aiming directly at something almost sponge like. Delilah cried out his name, her hand raking against his taut skin.

It was hard to describe the feeling, just deliriously blissful in a maddening way. He hit it again and again, an intoxicating spark that made her veins spark. Her hips ground into his as he simultaneously bucked into her, mumbling a string of profanities and her name in an endless chant.

  Sweat glistened in beads on their bodies. He buried himself deeper, almost painfully deep, and Delilah shuddered as she came around him.

  Tom kept going, reaching for something inside her desperately and she couldn't stop shaking. With each thrust he brushed against her over-sensitive clit. Tom dug a hand in her hair, pulling- hard. A whimper of pain tore from her throat and his cock pulsed. "You sound beautiful when you come," he ground out.

  "Fucking beautiful." His hand danced up the elegant curve of her neck, tickling her skin before his grip tightened. As if to anchor himself down to reality.

Tom didn't realize it, but he was choking her.

  Delilah's whole body was tingling as he continued his maddening thrusts, it was an entirely new feeling of lust and adrenaline. Her face heating up as she got light headed, the mis of that sensation with an organism feeling like a drug she knew she'd get addicted to.

  She could feel her pulse thudding in her throat, beating against his warm hand. Her vision blurred as she buried her face in his neck, she felt her nails sink into the muscle of his biceps as his member stroked her g-spot again. She might pass out, she didn't care. The feeling felt like heaven.

"I love you," she said breathlessly, she thought she might cry.

  He came.

  His chest was heaving, his grip loosening on her throat as his face fell into the crook of her neck. "Delilah," he breathed out, brushing her hair back as she brought her face up to look at him.

  Her eyes were glistening like two jewels plucked from Ariadne's crown. There were already the beginnings of a bruise on her neck, in the shape of his hand.

  "Delilah Meddows, you are my undoing."