KINKY
Tom couldn't tear his eyes away from Lucia swaying to the music. Her hair was tangling as it cascaded down her back, a light sheen of perspiration over her skin and her eyes were so alight. A cigarette was hanging loosely from her fingers, a thin trail of smoke drifting up from it resembling a memory drifting around inside a pensieve.
She was so beautiful, and he could not fathom that she was his. How had a broken but free soul such as her fallen in love with him, a person filled with so much darkness and cruelty. She chose to spend her time with him, she wanted to kiss him, to touch him.
It was a feeling he never thought he'd crave in life, to be loved. But it was the most intoxicating and addictive drug he'd ever tried, and he couldn't believe he'd let himself be sucked her trance.
She met his eye from across the room, flashing him a breath-hitching smile that could only be described as alive.
Lucia brought the cigarette from between her fingers to her lips and inhaled the smoke. It was a habit she'd picked up again over the past month, nicotine being something she craved, especially when intoxicated.
She blew the smoke towards the roof above her, linking hands with Victoire as they laughed and danced together. If Tom didn't know Victoire had a boyfriend, he may have felt jealous of their contact. But instead he enjoyed the sight of them in pure bliss together as he sipped his firewhiskey.
"Now that's a sight I could get used to." A gruff voice sounded beside Tom, a cold tinge to the tone that made Tom instantly recognise it.
"You don't want to go there, Crouch." He responded harshly without even looking at he snide boy.
"I mean, with Victoire's Veela ancestry and Lucia's dress barely covering that nice ass of hers... I swear it keeps riding up, doesn't it Rosier?" He continued, his tongue darting out to wet his chapped lips. He was clearly trying to get a rise out of him and Tom was really not in the mood for it.
"I mean it, Crouch. Fuck off right now." Tom still didn't look at him, and kept his expression stable to not show the fact that he was ready to perform the Cruciatus Curse on him right that second.
"Tobias, stop it." Another voice sounded, and out of the corner of his eyes Tom could see it was Apollo Zabini, clearly bored of Crouch's immaturity.
"Get fucked, Zabini." Crouch breathed, turning his head slightly to glare at his friend.
The flashing lights and booming music masked Tom's loud exhale of infuriation.
The Slytherin with high cheekbones the colour of cocoa tensed his jaw at his scrawny, straw-haired friend, obviously irritated at his tone when addressing him.
"Crouch, stop being immature. You're ruining my buzz and I don't want to hear about fucking Lucia Cohen anymore, I'm a taken man now." Jared Nott chimed in, a less tense interruption than Zabini's.
"I'm not surprised you've tried to lock that one down though, a freak in the sheets if I do say so myself." Crouch continued as if he hadn't even heard Nott, "The things she lets you do to her, from that innocent smile you wouldn't know how kinky she can be. Too bad she's a half-breed slut, I have higher standards than that."
Tom turned his head to look at Tobias with an expression of upmost fury and despise.
"Crouch, I'm about a second away from making your eyes bleed." Tom spoke tensely, his jaw tight.
"Just having a man-to-man conversation, Rosier. Is this some kind of jealousy I'm sensing?" Tobias said casually, "Because you better get used to it considering the number of people Lucia has fucked at this school, some of them even at the same time."
Something snapped in Tom, and his usual put together and convincing façade dropped briefly enough for him to slam Tobias into the wall and press his wand to his throat, an indent forming and his adam's apple rolling against the wood as he swallowed in shock.
"You are an insolent, insufferable piece of work, Crouch. How you dare to talk about her like that, when to her, you were just a pity fuck because poor Tobias' Mummy and Daddy don't love him." Tom spat venomously, "You speak of jealously as if it's the poison corrupting my veins, when it's clear to me you're the one plagued by it. Are you jealous because she caved to you regretfully once when she was drunk, but now she's begging for me to fuck her every night? You will never have her, and I can live the rest of my life satisfied because I know that. Now get out of my sight before I do something you'll never be able to recover from."
Tom released Tobias with a final harsh shove, and after he shook his head and walked in the direction of the drinks table, Tom spared no time walking through the drunk sea of students to find Lucia. When he found her dancing with Victoire, he grasped her arm in his grip and pulled her away. Lucia gave an apologetic smile to Victoire before allowing Tom to take her away.
"Tom, are you okay?" Lucia asked as she struggled to keep up with his fast pace in her ridiculously high heels and completely and utterly intoxicated state.
His jaw just tensed as he walked out of the Room of Requirement, his thoughts beginning to clear now he was away from the sticky, hot atmosphere that had formed inside the room.
"Tobias Crouch." Tom said through his tense jaw.
"Tobias Crouch is an absolute cunt Tom, you can't listen to anything he says." Lucia sighed, her head spinning.
"Why the hell did you sleep with him?" Tom questioned accusingly.
"Please don't go there again, Tom." She slid from the wall onto the ground of the echoing hall, putting her head into her hands.
"He called you kinky." Tom said in a completely serious tone.
Lucia choked on her saliva and started coughing and laughing at the same time.
"It's not funny." Tom spoke again, standing over her and looking darkly down at her.
"Tom," Lucia managed through fits of laughter, "I'm sorry, it's just yes I guess I have been kinky at times in the past but I don't understand why it matters."
"Elaborate." Tom was still dead serious.
"I'm not talking about this with you right now, if this is your way of telling me you want to be more kinky when we fuck then sure, but right now I really don't want to talk about sleeping with Tobias fucking Crouch." Lucia looked up at him and met his eyes as he stood over her.
He reached down to grasp her hand in his and bring her to a standing position just inches away from him.
"I know it's possessive but I cannot explain the feeling I get when I think about someone else..." Tom spoke softly, trailing his finger over Lucia's lip as she watched him through eyes surrounded by white graphic eyeliner.
"I know." Lucia whispered, "But no one else does now."
"He wants you." Tom said with less sharpness than his previous words, and began to press his lips to her neck while holding the other side with a splayed hand.
"He's vile." Lucia chuckled, tilting her neck to allow him more access, "Let's go in there." She said, gesturing to the broom cupboard across from where they were standing.
She pushed past him to open the rickety oak door, smiling back at Tom before entering.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." She squealed and almost fell backwards out the door.
"Lucia... I can explain. It's not what it looked like." Lorcan rambled as he followed her out from the cupboard. Alex, the Ravenclaw boy from Lucia's Care of Magical Creatures class stepped out after him, clearly buckling up his pants with a sated smirk.
"No, it's totally my fault. I should have knocked, I'm so sorry Lorcan." Lucia rushed, stumbling over her words slightly from intoxication.
"Please don't say anything to Lysander, he doesn't know... or anyone for that matter." Lorcan said ashamedly, a pleading look in his eyes as he gazed between Tom and Lucia.
"Of course we won't say anything, Lorcan. There is absolutely no judgement coming from here, we're really happy for you." Lucia assured him in her flustered state.
"Thanks." Lorcan said awkwardly, having never been the social type.
"We'll... um... leave you to it then, I think I need another drink." Lucia smiled before taking Tom by the arm and pulling him back towards the Room of Requirement.
When they rounded the corner and were out of earshot, Lucia paused to cover her mouth so as to not burst into laughter.
"I cannot believe I just saw with my own two eyes Lorcan giving a blowjob." She said through her hands, "And it looked like he was giving a bloody good one at that."
Tom smirked, finding her laughter amusing.
"I've known Lorcan for my whole schooling life here and I don't think I've ever seen him even do a double take at someone attractive, let alone be on his knees sucking dick in a broom closet."
Tom traced his tongue along the inside of his cheek in humour, his eyes flicking back and forth between her lips and her eyes.
"I can see what you're going to do," She said, referring to Tom gradually moving closer to her, "But I don't think I can even see a dick tonight without thinking about that."
authors note
happy new year to all my beautiful readers, your support last year has meant so much to me. I can't wait for this year to have lots more horny tom, overdrinking on lucia's part and seeing nudes you weren't meant to.
also ngl pulled a bit of a messy lucia last night when I went out and am feeling real average today lmao (reminder I live in australia so I'm able to go out before people attack me lol)
I know that tom is a bit toxic in this chapter but it would be out of character if he wasn't... I mean he's voldy after all and I'm not going to write him as a total softy bc that's just not realistic for that manipulative little fucker in the books hahaha