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Everyone loved Tom Riddle. He had a charming personality and an amazing smile that made your knees tremble.
The model boy, first in every class and awarded for special services to the school had never been seen with a girl. His friendly smiles deluded dozens of people into thinking they had a chance with the Slytherin prince but none had ever really had the privilege of being with him.
Their hopes were dashed and dreams shattered when she arrived.
To this day Clara Prewett still calls herself damned for her laziness on the evening of their return to Hogwarts.
A new student had arrived, sixth year, and she had been sorted into Slytherin. She had assumed that it would be the prefects of her new house who would show her how things worked. It would be her job but she was comfortably seated at the Gryffindor table and she wasn't about to skip dessert. She never imagined that her very colleague not that most desired boy in the school would personally take it upon himself to show her around.
She was a particularly pretty girl, there was no denying it. With her bright eyes and gentle smile she had already attracted the attention of several people inside the hall.
But Tom Riddle had never been interested in the look of girls and his proposal came as a surprise to everyone.
She watched them leave the hall, immediately regretting not taking on the task.
From then on it was a tragically disastrous descent.
No one knew how she did it or why he had chosen her out of the hundreds of girls at Hogwarts and Tom didn't blame them it had been sudden even for him but within a couple of weeks Nica had created a permanent space in his mind to the point of taking back all the talk about how girls and sex were weaknesses and distractions.
If being with her (and between her legs) meant being weak then Tom would be a loser all his life.
Neither of them were big fans of pda but the little details of their encounters did not escape anyone's notice. For example, Tom would sit on her right during every meal so that he could eat with his leading hand but still caress his girlfriend's thigh with his left, because she now held that title.
He always carried her bag and accompanied her to and from every single class even if they didn't have any together. This sudden adoration of Riddle towards her began to stir envy and resentment in even the purest of hearts.
The head girl was the one who was suffering the most, in her opinion.
Tom wasn't keen on the idea of having to leave the new subject of his attentions in a room full of girls who had mixed feelings for her and he certainly didn't trust his followers, he had seen how much she had charmed them and Riddle was too much of a jealous boy to accept his girlfriend being watched by eyes other than his own and the only decent solution was to have her stay with him in the private dorms of the school leaders.
That meant having to watch a nauseating amount of interaction between the two of them.
That morning Tom had insisted that Nica sit on his lap while they had breakfast, having the private dorms meant that they could also have their meals in the comfort of their rooms and Tom was making the most of that privilege.
"Tom! Clara hasn't come out yet and what if she sees us?" she asked with a giggle. Her arms around his neck as his face snuggled into her neck.
Tom tightened his grip on her and took a step forward trapping Nica between him and the wall. "It's early...she won't wake up for another hour" he murmured , his lips resting gently on her neck kissed her longingly and left Nica wanting more, he was well aware of that.
Nica didn't think any further about it and managed to say a 'yes' between moans, she let herself be pulled towards the common room table. As soon as Tom sat down his hands moved to her hips applying just the right amount of pressure to make her sit up which she obeyed immediately.
She did not sit fully on him but supported herself on his lap so that she could gain a couple of inches in height and force him to look up at her. Nica found it exciting to see Tom under her, unfortunately those moments didn't last very long and soon she found herself pressed against his clothed crotch.
Tom's hand settled firmly on her jaw cupping her face lightly and stroking her flushed cheek with his thumb. He bent down slightly and rubbed his lips against hers and she stood still in anticipation, knowing better than to make the first move herself.
When Tom finally decided that she had been good enough and deserved his full attention he pressed his lips against hers. Her breath flew from her lungs and she was forced to take a sharp intake of breath through her nose. Every single inch of her skin was hot, warmed by the feverish touch of her lover exploring and touching her as if for the first time.
Nica parted her lips from his, desperate for another breath that was fiercely wrenched from her by Tom's lips. Once again she found herself breathless, Tom's lips on hers moving with force and possession as his hands roamed over her curves and pressed her further against him until their bodies were impossibly close.
Tom moaned her name as she began to rub herself against him in slow, steady movements. Her hands roamed down his abdomen to the hem of his trousers, Tom tilted his head back fully enjoying the skillful work of her hands on his body.
She slid her hands inside his trousers and he soon felt her hands palm him through his boxers as her lips left sinful kisses along his jaw.
When she released him from the fabric restraint he exhaled deeply letting out an appreciative grunt as her hand touched him exactly as he wanted. Bruised kisses were spread along the line of his neck and Tom truly believed there was no better feeling than having Nica all over his body.
"I want to feel you inside me."
His eyebrows shot upwards at hearing her bold request. Tom was usually the first to move and make his needs known. He also felt a strange sense of comfort and warmth at the knowledge that Nica was so comfortable with him that she was allowing him to fulfil some of his fantasies.
They had talked about it in approximate terms a few days before, their naked bodies pressed against each other and the sheets twisted around their legs. Tom was still inside her and his face was resting on her chest as he caught his breath from the intercourse that had just ended. When he had regained his strength and pulled himself off her he drew her back into his arms. He had told her how he liked being inside her and she had replied that maybe one day she would let him stay inside her longer. He hadn't thought about it again until now.
"Are you sure? If you don't feel-"
His sentence remained unfinished, words broken and swallowed by the heated kiss she had initiated.
"I'm sure love, let me make you feel good."
Tom smiled and kept eye contact with her as his hands lowered her shorts and underwear simultaneously. She lifted herself slightly and guided him towards her entrance. She slowly descended on him until he was completely inside her, wincing slightly at feeling him completely inside her, in this position he seemed to be deeper than he had ever been and her head was spinning from the immense pleasure she was experiencing.
Tom's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he closed his eyes releasing a satisfied grunt at feeling her around him.
"My dear Nica," he whispered sensually to her as his hand grabbed her bottom squeezing it and then dragging it along her spine. Nica leaned back against his chest inhaling in his scent and melting into the delicate sensation of Tom's caresses on her back.
They remained in that position for just over twenty minutes, stealing kisses and tempting each other with provocative touches. When the tension became too much Tom grabbed her hips and lifted her up a little so he could start thrusting into her, a move Nica appreciated immensely.
Unfortunately, before they could fully indulge in the act they both so desperately wanted, the door to the head girl's room opened and footsteps from the staircase became louder and louder.
Both Nica and Tom had just under four seconds to react. Nica whispered an accio to the blanket and Tom grabbed it, wrapping it around her shoulders and covering the awkward position they were in as best he could.
Nica leaned fully against Tom, pretending that she was simply sleeping on her boyfriend. They were both particularly stimulated and the sensation was overwhelming. Tom continued to stroke her back and hair simulating the soft attentions of a lover.
"I beg your pardon Prewett, we were reading but she went back to sleep, I didn't have the heart to move her and risk waking her up" the lie slipped off his tongue like melted butter and Clara seemed to believe it but still felt uncomfortable seeing the picture of the sweet and affectionate couple in front of her.
She didn't stay too long, not wanting to be in the room with the two of them. She was so busy doing everything quickly that she didn't notice Nica's slight movements or her smirk whenever Tom inhaled sharply.
Clara quickly exited the dorms, anxious to put a large distance between herself and the pair, not before she had behaved pettishly and slammed the door with more force than necessary, a poor attempt to abruptly wake the girl.
Neither of them had time to pay any attention, the moment the door closed their lips collided with burning passion. Tom could not resist, as much as he would have liked to undress Nica and feel her naked body against his own, the excitement was too great and the prolonged denial of pleasure was beginning to hurt them both. He wrapped his arm around her middle lifting her up and making her lie on the table.
Without parting their lips he opened her legs further, thrusting into her with intense, almost animalistic movements. Every moan and whimper was muffled by their confused, uncoordinated kisses.
Tom pushed his tongue past her reddened lips, exploring her more deeply. Nica's nails made their way under his shirt and began to scratch at each painfully delicious thrust from him.
"T-tom" she managed to whisper, and Tom could have come just hearing her voice break with pleasure. Their bodies were sore from the intensity of the lust they were using and as much as they wanted to be around each other again the desire was too prominent.
With one last thrust and a particularly hard bite on her shoulder she felt herself being carried away by the river of excess pleasure, her vision blurring as her mouth opened in a silent cry as she came. Her sudden squeeze pushed him over the edge and with a grunt he came inside her, continuing to thrust so he could rode off both their heights.
Heavy chests and gasping breaths they laughed at the absurdity of the situation they had found themselves in numerous moments before.
"My god Tom, we should do this more often."
He pulled out of her and grabbed a cloth so he could clean her and then himself. "Definitely" he said with a laugh and helped her off the table. He held her in his arms and kissed her more gently and calmly. Smiling against her lips suddenly he took her in his arms and she let out a little cry of surprise. "I'm not done with you," he shot her a bright smile as he carried her to their room. "And now that Clara's not here..."
And so it was that Clara, hours later, returned to her dormitory only to have to hear the numerous loud moans of the couple formed by the boy she desired and the one who had stolen him.