The Last of Your Rules ★ T.M.R/Reader ★

Part One

"I've been looking for you."

The voice makes you glance up from your Transfiguration essay to find Tom Riddle standing above your desk, exactly as tall, refined, and composed as ever. Next to you, Felicia and Opal descend into giggles.

"Yeah?" you ask, even though you know what's coming next.

"Would you care to study tonight?" he says casually, not making any acknowledgement of the girls' giggling. "I would very much like to see what you've made of Slughorn's moonstone assignment."

"Sure," you smile, "I'll see you later, then."

Riddle nods politely and leaves, and your friends round on you at once.

"You're so lucky," Felicia whispers, "how in Merlin's name did you get to be Tom Riddle's study partner?"

You shrug and manage to keep the amusement off your face as you return to your work – there was absolutely no chance that Riddle wanted to study.

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You only just close the door of the broom closet before his hands are already on you, wheeling you around and pushing you back against the wall. Riddle kisses you hard, his hands sliding down your body as you lace your arms up around his neck.

It had been like this for nearly a year now, beginning (like how most things were with Riddle) strangely and with very little explanation. You'd been working in the library late one night and had caught sight of Riddle still at his desk, too, and (being tired, stressed, desperate) had very spontaneously wandered over to ask him how he'd finished up the hellish Charms essay you'd been slaving over. He was the best student in your year, after all.

And later that very night (after entirely too many hours working on that damn essay) he'd just said it, so candidly, so without pretence that it was difficult not to respect him for it. It had surprised you, of course, Riddle had always struck you as far too uptight for anything like that – but you'd liked the honesty, the simplicity of his offer.

"Would you care to enter a mutually beneficial arrangement?" he'd asked smoothly, his quill scratching ceaselessly against his parchment.

"'Mutually beneficial arrangement?'" you'd repeated, smiling in amusement. "What do you mean?"

"Sex," he'd said calmly, looking at you.

You'd blinked, very taken aback. "You want to have sex?"

"Yes," Riddle had said, tilting his head. "Don't you?"

You'd looked at him a moment, trying to assess his intentions. "Are you going to tell everyone and ruin my life?" you'd asked dryly.

He'd laughed quietly. "No, I have very little interest in your life, let alone in ruining it."

You'd quirked a brow, deeply amused at his candidness. "Noted. Why are you asking me?"

"I felt that you would understand what I'm offering," Riddle had said, looking down at his essay, "you would understand that it's nothing more. I haven't had that assurance before now."

"You barely know me at all, Riddle, how can you be so sure?" you'd snorted.

Riddle had glanced at you. "Am I wrong?"

He wasn't. You'd thought about it for a moment, considering him too. It wasn't like the offer wasn't appealing.

"Alright."