Part 2 - Chapter 4

A/N: so...IT'S BEEN A FUCKIN WHILE. I'M SORRY FOR NEGLECTING THIS STORY SO MUCH. I'm a senior so I'm doing college applications rn and it's hell. I've also been dealing with a bunch of mental health shit but I'm starting to be in a place where I can write again.

Also, this hit 100k??? I'm highkey in shock because now it's at 103k and I-

Thank u for reading I love u I will give u bread. 

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I woke up from my nap with no concept of time, space, or what universe I was in. I fell off of my bed, the sheets tangled around my legs and scrabbled for my clock. It was 8 pm, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized I hadn't missed my meeting with Tom. To be fair, we never decided on an actual time. He just said "tonight." Like, that could be any time from 6pm to 12pm.

You know how in movies, when people just say "Meet me in the courtyard tomorrow," and the other person somehow knows exactly when and where in the courtyard to meet them? That's some voodoo shit. 

I don't own any 30's fashion clothing, so I changed into a simple oversized crew-neck sweater and black leggings, hoping no one would think it was scandalous.

I walked down to the common room, cupping my hand over my mouth to stifle a yawn. Naps always make me more tired than I was in the first place. Tom was already sitting by the fire, the light from the flames accentuating his dramatic bone structure and, depending on the angle, making him look creepy as fuck.

"You're late." He uttered.

"We never specified a time." I muttered, sitting cross-legged on the carpet so I could write on the table.

He joined me on the floor and I stifled a grin at the sight of Lord Voldemort sitting criss-cross applesauce to do Muggle homework.

Tom got out his quill and ink and started writing. "Let's start with the Muggle Spanish Inquisition. An estimated 26% of the victims were wizards or witches that let themselves be captured because they thought the torture was fun and there wasn't much else to do in the Middle Ages..."

We worked for several hours, bouncing ideas off of each other and complaining about the workload. It was around 11 pm when my head started to feel heavy and my eyes began drooping.

Third Person POV

Y/N slumped over on the desk, fast asleep. Tom rubbed the sleep away from his eyes and groaned at the sight of the slumbering girl. 

He shook her shoulder, "Wake the fuck up, you sloth." She stirred slightly but nothing could awaken her from her almost deathlike sleep. Tom huffed and organized the papers on the table before scooping the girl up into his arms and heading upstairs.

He remembered halfway there that boys weren't allowed into the girls' dorm rooms and grumbled loudly.

What the hell am I supposed to do with her now? He thought. I guess I don't really have another choice.

He went up to his own dorm room, thanking the heavens that the rest of his roommates were asleep. He dropped her onto the well cushioned bed and she frowned in her sleep, rolling over on her side and curling into a ball.

Tom changed into his pajamas and got ready for bed, only to be faced with the girl splayed out over his entire bed; she was laying on her stomach with her right leg hiked up at a right angle and her left leg out straight.

"Great, now she's even taking over my bed." Tom was royally pissed, but was hesitant to wake the slumbering girl.

He conjured a mattress onto the floor next to the bed and produced several sheets and a comforter to form a makeshift bed. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. 

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Y/N's POV

I awoke with a grunt, squinting against the bright sunlight beaming in through the window. I finger combed my hair as best as I could while I surveyed the room I was in. Even in my early morning state of confusion, my superior deduction skills told me that this was not my room.

The room was empty, the other four beds neatly made; the only sign of life was an obnoxious snoring coming from the floor near my bed. I leaned over cautiously and giggled at the sight of Tom fast asleep with massive bedhead. I've never wished for a camera more.

I yawned and hopped off of the bed, noticing that I was still in my clothes from the night before.

Wait, why are all the other beds empty? I frowned, finally processing the empty room. 

I nudged Tom with my foot and kicked him harder when he didn't stir. 

"Ow." He grumbled, rubbing his ribs. "Was that really necessary?"

I shrugged, "Not my fault you're weak."

He yawned and flipped me off.

"What day is it?" I asked.

"Tuesday, why do you ask?" He replied. Tom then took his surroundings and his eyes widened, "Oh SHIT."

I sprinted into his bathroom, splashing water on my face as a rushed substitute shower while he shoved on clean clothes, swearing the whole time. I ran out and collided with him  as he tried to get into the bathroom.

"Get out of my way, idiot!" I yelled, pushing him aside.

"You ran into me, dumbass!" He retorted.

I wasn't even wearing my school uniform and in a split second decision, I began digging through Tom's wardrobe.

"Tom, can I borrow one of your school sweaters?" I asked, knowing that I would take one regardless of his answer.

"No fucking way!" He yelled, his mouth full of toothpaste.

"Thanks!"

"I SAID NO."

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We sprinted through the stone halls, Tom barely breaking a sweat while I panted like an overheated dog. I was wearing my leggings and Tom's school sweater as we'd left in such a rush. We skidded around the corner and burst into the Charms classroom right as the bell rang.

"Oh thank Jesus, we made it." I clutched my heart, my pulse slowing as I caught my breath.

It was only then that I noticed that the entire class was looking at Tom and I, including the professor.

She cleared her throat, "L/N and Riddle, while I realize that your - ahem - nighttime activities may be time consuming, that is no excuse for arriving late and disrupting the class. Take your seats immediately."

I flushed, "We weren't-"

"I don't want to hear any excuses. You're just lucky I'm not giving you both detentions." Merrythought said.

"Thank you for your generosity, Professor." Tom said graciously. He put a hand on my lower back and pushed me towards my seat. I did so with a grumble.

Professor Merrythought began lecturing and Evan leaned over to Tom, holding up a hand. "Nice job, bro."

Tom swatted it away, "Nothing happened, shut the fuck up."

"Sure, sure." Evan gave him an obnoxious wink and turned to me. "So Y/N, how was he? As selfish in bed as he is in real life?"

"Well he was fine at first but then he wanted me to wear the strap on-" I deadpanned, not able to stop the smirk from spreading onto my face as I saw Tom's expression of rage.

"Fuck both of you." He hissed.

"You already did." I said.

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I grabbed a pastry from the lunch table, listening to Lucretia moon over yet another dreamy Hollywood actress.

"She's just so tall and elegant." She said, practically drooling.

"Yeah yeah, I'm sure you're gonna get married and live in a cottage in the middle of the woods with fourteen cats." Eileen said impatiently, "But let's address the hippogriff in the room: Y/N. What's with Riddle's sweater?"

"Uh...it's not his. Mine um, grew. In the washing machine." I said hopefully.

"You really expect us to believe that, bitch?" Lucretia said.

"Ugh, fine. I accidentally slept in his bed last night and we were late this morning so I didn't have time to change and as I'm saying this it sounds a lot like we hooked up but we didn't and no one believes me." I said with a huff.

"You gotta admit, it sounds kinda suspicious." Lucretia replied.

"I believe you." Eileen said. "Riddle doesn't seem like the type for one night stands. I've never even seen him show interest in a girl before you."

I buried my face in my hands, "But now everyone thinks I let him put his snake inside me-"

"Please don't call it that."

"-and they think I'm a slut."

Lucretia put her hands on the table with a serious expression, "First of all, expressing your sexuality doesn't make you a slut any more than it does a man. Second of all, you didn't have sex with him and he also seems to be denying it pretty heavily."

She looked over at the other end of the table, where Evan was currently sprinkling rose petals over Tom with his wand. "I think that idiot is the main issue but he gossips about everyone. It's really not that big of a deal and I doubt anyone thinks you're a slut."

Just as she said that, a group of boys passed our table and one of them shouted, "Hey L/N, want study with me too tonight?" The rest of them laughed and whistled.

"I've gone to this school for a fucking WEEK." I stood up and stormed out of the Great Hall, the jeering fading behind me. Riddle rose slowly from his end of the table with a stony yet murderous expression on his face and moved towards the group of guys.

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