Tom Riddle X Reader | ✓

Part 13 A Challenge | Edited

"So will you." - you smirked

Riddle smirked back as if fascinated, his attention was far from his book, as if he even forgot about it. His eyes slightly widened "Where did you possibly get a hold of something as valuable"

"Does it matter? Because I don't think it does." - you shrugged "It has nothing to do with you anyway."

His tone dropped lower "That type of potion would be terribly wasted on quidditch"

"Do you have a better idea?"

Tom sat still, he knew what thoughts were swirling in his head "Why don't you give it to me?"

Bingo

"Excuse me?" - you asked

"I could do awful lot with that. Which might benefit you too. Then we will not mention a word to anyone, securing both of our secrecy."

Ah, this guy was trying to outplay you, manipulate you, sell this to you as if it will be something of benefit to you. Little did he know, you were lying.

"But my friend---"

"It will be wasted on her." - he kept smirking in confidence

You pretended to think about it for a few seconds before agreeing "Alright." - you stretched out the goblet with the potion in it and handed it to him.

And he drank it all.

He placed the empty goblet back on the table and licked his bottom lip

"Well?" - you asked "How does it feel?"

"Neutral."

"Maybe something will kick in later." - you replied, thinking:

SHIT. He'd be able to tell that there is no actual elixir of luck in there at some point.

You quickly drank from the other goblet without the potion and as you finished it you yelped, pretending "Oh... I think I erm- might have mixed up the drinks..."

Riddle's eyes darted "You're kidding."

You shook your head apologetically

Tom frowned "You've done this on purpose, didn't you? To mock me."

"What? Of course not"

Riddle huffed, appearing disgusted. He felt ridiculed and he hated it.

Since he drank the potion and he was finally vulnerable, all you needed to do now was to get close to him. Which meant you had to make up a challenge.

"Hey, isn't that librarian muggle born?" - you glimpsed at the further away old lady sorting out novels

But this was a lie, you didn't know whether she was muggle-born.

"And?" - Tom's voice was cold

"And" - you repeated "Isn't your whole club about cleansing bloodlines?"

"If you haven't noticed, she is in the open"

"Well why don't we mess around then?" - you took out a small vial from your pocket "This is anti-poison" - you lied, it was just something that tasted like it "We both get the most venomous snakes we can from the basket over there" - you pointed at the container filled with snakes next to the librarian "And free them on our keeper just next."

"What is the benefit of that for me" - he asked unamused

"If you do it faster, I'll be obligated to do what you say for the whole month. Any command. Vice versa if I win. Do we have a deal?"

You knew he would win as he knew parseltongue. But he didn't know that you knew about this secret. You set yourself up for failure because you needed to get close to him.

"And I am supposed to assume it is real now" - he glimpsed at the vial

"It's just the anti-snake venom potion. Why would I lie about that?"

He remained quiet for a bit, unsure if he wanted to trust you. And either way, he was confident he wouldn't lose. He gathered his thoughts and uttered "Alright."

As he knew he could do so much if he was in command of you.

You sipped from the small vial first and he sniffed it before sipping second.

When the competition began, without letting anyone else see, before you could even cast a charm on the most venomous snake you could spot in the basket, you heard a shriek coming from the librarian. She was screaming her lungs out as she sprinted away from a DAMN TAIPAN. Why have they not transferred these creatures yet?

You saw the snake manage to corner her and you couldn't help in time as with a blink of an eye, the snake surged at the old lady's leg and her wrinkled flesh absorbed the lethal venom. 

The work of Tom's parseltongue no doubt. But who shall the school blame? Even though it was clearly the smug looking Tom nearby, Hogwarts would deem it as an accident without witnesses.

And no-one saw this, but most heard it. When people streamed into the library, you and Tom acted as distraught as possible in order to cover up this dirty deed.

A deed you did not want to happen.

But he had officially won and you voluntarily sold your soul. For a solid price of course.