《Promised - Tom Riddle x reader》Part 12 - Pillow Talk and Butterbeer
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After you had gotten the Foxgloves in Diagon Alley, the only thing you could do for the antidote was to wait. Wait for Nagini to shed and wait for the end of March to arrive, so you could go to the Gaunt manor and look for a flask of Banshee tears. Meanwhile, the cauldron simmered safely in the Come and Go Room. You had to stir it frequently and skim off the foam that built up, so it required a good portion of your time, which was quite worrisome. How would you be able to keep that up when school would start again and you were occupied attending classes? Of course, Tom and you could alternate in doing those tasks, but you didn't want to bother him with all that constantly. He had to attend to his duties as head boy on top of everything, after all. Well, there had to be a way. It would be manageable somehow.
Even though Hogwarts was almost empty and there weren't many people around, you hadn't felt lonely. Not even a bit. Tom and you had gotten closer over the week. Even closer than before and he still showed no signs of annoyance towards you. Which surprised you. You would have thought that he liked to keep to himself a lot, and wouldn't want to spend a lot of time with someone else, regardless of who it was. But that suspicion turned out to be untrue. Tom had followed you to tend to the potion every single time you had gone there, even if you hadn't asked him to. He stuck to you like a magnet, which was strange at first, but once you had figured out that he just seemed to thoroughly enjoy your company, you let him.
When the two of you weren't in the Come and Go Room, or studied for the upcoming semester, you spent your time in bed a lot. The meaning of 'enjoying the holidays' suddenly had a different ring to it. You still had not gotten used to his touch, his scent, his faint whisper in your ear. But if you were honest, you didn't want to ever get used to it. It was too exciting to get that rush, the way your heart started racing, every time his fingers brushed across your skin. Every time your name fell from his lips and when his eyes lingered on your figure when you lay beneath him. Those smiles, rare and subtle, he graced you with between the sheets. No, you would never get used to that.
And Tom had started to talk more. Granted, still not as much as any other person you knew, but it was certainly a step in the right direction. One rainy day, he even opened up and talked about his family.
You held hands beneath the blanket, one of your legs was sprawled over him and you had just put your head into a comfortable position between Tom's shoulder and the cushion, when he just began, out of nowhere.
"Do you remember when you asked me about my parents?" he said. "In your room, at Christmas."
Your head propped up again so that you could look at him. "I do. Why?"
"Well," he paused and looked back into your eyes, his voice low and plain. "Do you want to know what happened?"
"Of course. Tell me."
He laid his head onto the pillow and looked up towards the ceiling while he bit the inside of his cheek.
"My Mother," he began. "She fell in love with him, Tom Riddle, when she was seventeen. He was a muggle. Filthy and worthless, even though his family was rich. Merlin knows what she saw in him."
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The thought that him being a muggle didn't define his Father's worth came to your mind, but it wasn't your time to speak now.
"He didn't love her back," Tom went on. "At least not as much as she wanted him to, apparently. Morfin, her brother, had just finished his schooling for Potion's mastery, so she snuck into his chambers one night and stole one of his love potions."
This story wasn't going to end well. Most love potions, the ones that weren't sold in joke shops, which were diluted and only meant to last for a few minutes, were illegal. You had learned about the most dangerous ones during Slughorn's class in sixth year, so that you were able to detect them. One of them, the most powerful one, had attracted everyone's attention back then. The potion alone was infatuating, even if one had not consumed it yet. Its scent had drawn in every person in the classroom, as it smelled different to everyone, based on what the person liked. You still remembered that striking feeling of needing to take the potion yourself. Obsession was the best way to describe it. All rationality had left you once Slughorn had lifted the cauldron's cover. No one seemed in their right mind anymore. The mere thought of being at someone's mercy, without even knowing it, was frightening.
"Amortentia?" you asked.
Tom nodded and you could feel one of his legs bouncing up and down. His voice still was indifferent, as if he was telling you just another irrelevant story.
"She drugged him with it and didn't tell her family. They wouldn't have tolerated a muggle as her husband of course. But they secretly got married and when she was pregnant, she broke the charm, thinking he would love her anyway."
"And?" you asked, hoping that the answer would be different from what you anticipated.
"He didn't love her obviously. And he ran from her. Left her. Can't even blame him."
"He left her when she was pregnant?"
Tom nodded and your heart sank for him. Even though his father's actions were understandable to an extent, you couldn't imagine what it must feel like being so unwanted by one of your parents that they would have left before you were even born.
"What happened to her then?" you asked.
"She died while giving birth to me. At least that's what Marvolo told me."
"You don't think she's dead?"
"Oh, yes I do. I don't think she died from giving birth."
"Do you think he... That Marvolo... Killed her?"
Tom shrugged, still looking up at the ceiling. "Possibly. I could see why he would have done it."
Everyone who knew Marvolo could probably see him do that. That man was evil, to say the least, and seemed to enjoy it when others suffered. But killing his own daughter was something you hadn't thought anyone, not even the worst person on earth, was able to do without hesitation.
Silence had fallen over the room. You could hear Tom breathing, still collected and slow, contrary to yourself.
"I'm sorry," you whispered for lack of a better word and held his hand tighter.
"It's alright," he answered, his voice sounding like he was the one consoling you when it should have been the other way around. "I have no memory of them. It's not like I miss her."
Could you miss someone you never really met? Probably not, you thought. But it was definitely possible to know you missed out.
"And your father?" you asked. "Do you know where he is now?"
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Tom let out a sharp breath through his nose as if he was suppressing a laugh. "I don't think he's alive either. They never told me, but I assume Marvolo took care of him as well."
You sighed at his response, turned to lie on your side and rested your head on Tom's shoulder, your hand leaving his, to hold on to his upper arm.
There had been so much harm, so much betrayal in his life, even before he could have done something to prevent it. No wonder he behaved the way he did. There had never been hope. He never stood a chance.
"I don't even know what to say," you mumbled. "Do you wish it could have been different? If you had gotten to know them."
"You and your wishful thinking," he said and you could hear the smile in his tone. "I never thought about it. It wouldn't change reality. It would just make me mad."
You nodded as a silent way of approval, your fingertips tracing patterns on the curve of his shoulder.
"I do wonder, however," Tom said and lifted your chin with his hand, so he could look into your eyes. "What my father felt when she put him under her spell with Amortentia."
His gaze darted back and forth between your eyes and your lips, his fingers still holding up your chin when you blinked.
"The closest thing to love, I assume," you answered, a breath stuck in your throat. "The replica of it at least, as hollow as it may be."
Tom still looked at you with a glare as sharp as a butcher knife. He sucked in a breath, pondering, and parted his lips, about to say something. Before he could though, he leaned closer, pinned you down to the mattress and kissed you, his hand wandering from your chin to your neck.
An owl from Camille arrived on one of the last days of the break. Her letter made you smile as you walked across Tom's room and read it.
"Camille wants to meet up on Sunday, when she'll be back," you told Tom, still skimming across her lines. "They are official now, Ben and her."
"Alright then," Tom said absentmindedly, his nose in one of the books from the library.
"She asked for you to come too."
His head rose in confusion. "Me? Why?"
"I think she wants us to go on a double date," you chuckled. "To the Three Broomsticks. Sunday at five."
No matter how sure you were of how much Tom enjoyed your presence, he absolutely wasn't entertaining the idea of spending time with Ben Hilt. And about that, he was very clear. He had asked you a couple of times if you were sure that Camille meant for him to come and had tried many ways of escaping that date, but alas, you dragged him there.
"Four Butterbeers," Ben ordered after you had sat down at a table together.
Ben sat opposite to Tom, who was more than obviously annoyed by the fact he even had to be there. You patted his thigh, ordering him to behave, to which Tom eyed you seriously. Camille and you both bit back the smirks on your faces, while Ben tried his best to be friendly.
"So," he said, looking at Tom and you. "How were the holidays?"
"Mind your own business," Tom murmured, which luckily no one but you had heard.
"Good," you spoke over him and pushed your elbow against Tom's side. "Quiet. Not many people around."
"Oh, you stayed in school, didn't you?" Ben asked. "You both?"
Tom didn't answer and looked back at Ben without a hint of emotion on his face. You nodded and smiled.
"How about you?" you asked. „What have you done? Have you met up?"
"Oh, yes we did," Camille said. "Ben introduced himself to my parents and then took me to the cinema."
"Cinema?" Tom and you asked simultaneously.
You had heard of cinemas before of course. But you had never been. Movies were a muggle invention, and even though it sounded tempting, you had never had a chance to go.
"Yes," Camille confirmed. "We watched 'Dead of Night'. That's what it's called, right?"
Ben nodded as he swung his arm around Camille's shoulder. "Horror movies. My favourite."
"Why would you do that?" Tom asked and took his cup from the server, who had come up with your order. "Go to the cinema. That's such a muggle thing to do."
"Oh, you've never been, huh?" Ben asked. "None of you have, have you?"
"You should have seen his face when I told him," Camille laughed. She had, similar to you, grown up in a pureblood family as well.
"And you should've seen mine when I went to her house," Ben added. "I'm still not used to wizard's homes, you know. They're so different. I like them."
Tom stiffened next to you.
"You're muggleborn?" he asked, his mouth agape.
"Indeed mate. Didn't you know?"
"You're a mu-... muggleborn," Tom stammered and looked over to Camille. "But you, you're a pureblood, aren't you?"
"Yes," Camille said, a baffled smile on her face.
Tom still had a hard time believing what he had just heard. "And you... You two. Even though..."
"Tom," you whispered, trying to escape both Camille and Ben's amused looks, and patted him on the thigh again.
"Excuse me," he cleared his throat and motioned with his hand. "I just. I didn't know."
"Well now you do," Ben shrugged before taking a big sip of his butterbeer. "Best of both worlds, am I right?"
"Right," you said when Tom didn't answer.
Changing the subject seemed necessary, but you couldn't think of anything worth talking about. The only thing you had been doing was tending to the potion, and that was something you would rather keep a secret.
"The worst thing is that none of you folks have phones at home," Ben went on.
"Phones?" Tom asked.
"Telephones. You can call other people and talk to them."
"I wish I had one," said Camille. "I told my father about it and he thinks it's a great idea. Maybe we'll get one of those 'phones'."
That was interesting. To talk to someone directly, even if they weren't there? No apparating, no Floo Network. Muggles might have been weak, but they sure knew how to handle their handicaps.
"Why would you need to do that?" Tom asked. "Talk to someone on the phone."
"Well, it spares a lot of time. No need for owls or letters. You just pick it up from the hook and speak."
Tom seemed to think about it for a moment. Then he shook his head. "But owls do the job just fine."
"Not as quickly," Ben grinned.
"Well, then I'll send an urgent owl if I need my message to arrive sooner."
Ben stifled a laugh and took another drink. "I mean, of course, mate."
"I think it's interesting," you said. "And you only hear the voice of the other person? You can't see them, right?"
"Exactly."
"Fascinating," you mumbled. "What other things do you have that we don't?"
Ben looked into his cup for a moment and hummed. "Well, muggles invented the train, which we all use to go to school."
"Oh," Camille gasped. "Wait until he tells Tom about cars."
Tom clicked his tongue. "Of course I know about cars."
"Have you driven one?" Ben asked.
"No. Obviously not."
"You should one day," Ben gushed. "My father got a 1943 Bentley recently. Technically I'm not allowed to drive it, because I don't have a license. But I've seen Father drive a lot. So I borrowed the car one night and it was life-changing."
Tom took a drink and raised one brow. "I'd rather just apparate."
"Yes, that's great too. But it doesn't have the same feeling. It's really liberating. And much more comfortable than brooms. I could take you all on a ride someday in summer. The car fits four people."
"Why?" Tom asked before you could agree.
Ben raised his eyebrows again, a smile still plastered on his face. "For fun?"
"For fun," Tom repeated and looked at you as if to ask you what Ben was trying to tell him.
"You should do more things just for fun, mate," Ben chuckled. "Might help against that constant frown."
Camille and you laughed quietly, both turning your faces away from the boys and you bit your tongue. Tom straightened his posture, his eyes darting across the table, apparently thinking hard.
"We'll see about that," he said and raised his glass. "Mate."
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