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He acted like a scary truck. A big, protective, scary truck.
Honk.
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Kitioma Hadlee
I'm dreaming again. I'm running down a dark hallway, in front of me, a bright light. The darkness seems to grow hands, clawing at me. One of the hands grabs my arm, then my leg. I'm so close to the light, but my body tumbles down. I slam into the cold ground, my body aching. More arms grab me, and when one wraps around my throat, I hear Kane's voice.
"Don't cover your pretty face with your hair,"
I gasp, my eyes flying open. I sit up, panting, cold sweat sticking my hair to my head. Someone grabs my shoulder and I shriek, trying to get away from the hands grabbing at my body.
"Hey, hey! It's just me, calm down," Tom's voice washes over me, and my breathing slowly starts becoming more normal.
"What am I...what am I doing here?" I murmur, looking around the dark room, the only light coming from the window, which is darkened with rain.
"Kane is...dead, so they decided to move you into my room to make it more safer, since I was the one protecting you before. The room is magically expanded, your bed is over there, but I just thought it'd be better if you slept in mine tonight."
I rub my arms, the room seeming freezing all of the sudden. "Kane is dead?"
"Don't make it harder than it has to be, Kitioma," Tom sighs. "I couldn't just let you be beat by him any longer."
"Why?" I murmur, my voice cracking. "Why not? So you can beat me yourself?"
Tom sits up, and I realize he's not wearing a shirt. He takes my cheek, cupping it with his hand, and I flinch, backing away on instinct. "I'm not going to hit you. That's not how I like to move in a relationship?"
"But choking is ok?"
"Kiki..." He trails off. "You have no idea what's going on in my head right now, and I'd rather keep it like that, but you have to understand that I'm trying to protect you, I really am."
My head is screaming at him, but I'm too scared to respond, thinking he'll hit me if I talk, just like Kane.
"What happened to you? Where did Kiki, the girl with fire in her actions, go? Now you're just a shell of a person..." He murmurs, removing his hand from my face. "Do you want to know why I'm not taking your blood?" I stay silent. "I figured something out last night after killing Kane. Something important. Something your family never told you and mine never told me."
"What is it?" I ask quietly, ignoring his comment about Kane.
Tom sighs once again. "I can't tell you, you just have to trust me."
My lower lip trembles. "I can't," I spit. "I can't trust you. You lied before, who says this is any different. You're just a liar," I reach up my hand, as if to push him away, but he catches my hand, pinning it up against the headboard. Suddenly, he's on top of me, pressing my wrists up against the headboard of his bed, ignoring my hisses of pain from my cuts.
"Are you sure you want to say that?" He whispers into my ear, his voice low and husky from sleep. I know something is going to slip out that I regret, so I press my lips together. He eyes my lips, smirking. "Don't do that, princess, it's no fun when you don't talk."
His face nears my own, his pine-needle breath fanning over my own. "What did you smell in your Amortentia, princess? What was it again, pine needles? Hmm, wonder who it could be?"
His lips press up against my own and I sigh, sinking into his grasp. All thoughts of Kane, my bruises, and cuts melt away as he kisses me, his lips molding so well with my own. His grip slowly loosens on my wrists and then fall to his back, his body pressing up against his own. As if rehearsed, his lips move to my neck, his hands moving to my shirt. I breathy moan escapes my lips and he smirks against my neck.
"Awe, princess, I thought you hated me?"
"Tom-"
"Stop talking, you're not helping yourself."
His body surrounds me, swallows me. He bites the skin just below my collarbone and I gasp, quietly, but he still hears it. I can feel him smirk against my skin, I can almost hear his voice swirling around me.
"Stop."
He rolls off of me, laying on his elbow. "Why?"
"I can't- not right after Kane's death. I can't," I grab my shirt, slipping it on, then slip out of the bed. Before my feet touch the ground, however, his hand wraps around my wrist and he yanks me back into the bed, into his chest. His arm wraps around my body like a cage, trapping me between the sheets and his chest.
"Hell no, you aren't getting away that easy, not after all I did to get you here," He growls into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Now go to sleep. You need it."
The old me would have...well, the old me probably would have kicked him. But now, I just wanted to feel protected, to feel safe after all those months of feeling vulnerable.
"Tom?"
"I thought I told you to go to sleep."
"I have a question."
"Hmm?"
"Why are you doing this? Letting me sleep here, well, making me sleep here with you, kissing me, protecting me? Are you...are you doing this just so I'll give you my blood willingly?"
He chuckles. "That was more than one question. It has to do with what I found out. Something more valuable than your blood. Now go to sleep, you're doing no good worrying yourself."
I frown, but try to go to sleep. His body pressed up against my back is hot, contrasting with the cold air. It's comforting, but I still can't sleep, my mind wondering about what he found out. Soon, his heavy breaths on my hair show that he is asleep, his arm limp around my body. I slowly, but carefully, maneuver my way out of his grasp and slip out of the bed. I walk over to the window seat I cried on so many months ago, what seems like a dream more than a memory.
I stare out of the window, the rain dripping down like freshwater tears.
What does he mean? What can he have possibly found out that changes his attitude towards me so drastically?
I sigh, the rain making me tired.
Kane. Ah, Kane. The boy I thought was making me into a better person. Dead. Just like Sam. Does this mean any boy I get together with would hurt me then be killed by Tom? It is slowly becoming a dread in my stomach, the thought of Tom killing some poor guy after dating me. Well, according to Tom, Kane wasn't treating me normally, and now, even after he is gone, his touch on my body still leaves its marks. Luckily, me and Kane had never reached 'that stage' of the relationship. I doubt we ever would, but if we did, it would be more in the category of rape than Tom.
The rain picks up, and I hug my knees to my chest. Tom is right. Where did the old me go? Where is that girl who laughed at jokes instead of weak smiles, the girl who kicked boys in the hallway for giggles, the girl who stood up for herself instead of flinching away?
A tear matches the ones raining down outside, but I quickly wipe it away. Self pity only makes one weak. Well, that's what Kane said, at least.
I spend what seems like days staring at the rain, hot tears falling down my cheeks, but me desperately wiping them away, trying to make them stop.
"Kiki?" A voice calls out from the other side of the room. It's deep, scratchy. A morning voice, even though the horizon is still dark. I don't answer and hear the bed shift, then see Tom pull a shirt on his head and sit next to me on the window seat.
"Sorry, I just couldn't sleep," I murmur, still hugging my knees to my chest. Tom reaches out and grabs my wrist once again, pulling me into his chest once more. We sit like that for a long time, counting raindrops that fall from the window. His fingers trace patterns on my wrist, over the scars and cuts. "I don't understand," I sigh. "I really don't, how you can change from all 'I'll kick you in the ass if you talk to me' to 'I'll sit and watch the rain with you' in just a few hours after finding out something."
Tom doesn't answer anything but a short, "Go to sleep, Kiki."
"I really don't want to, not after those nightmares."
Tom gives a half-hearted chuckle. "I'll chase away your nightmares, princess."
I sigh, but my eyes start to close on their own. Tom pulls me closer to his chest, placing both of his arms around my body. The warmth from his body engulfs me, sending me into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Tom Riddle
I leave Kiki, asleep, in my bed, because I know it is still warm with my body heat and she is freezing.
"Lumos," I mutter, and my wand lights up, showing a path down the prefect's dorm rooms. I walk through the hallways until I reach the second spiral tower, a place hidden from student's eyes.
"Good. You came," A voice says once I enter.
I snort. "Of course I came, Kadwell, I'm the leader of all of this."
Xavier Kadwell, Marlene Kadwell's brother, shakes his head. "You're unpredictable, lord."
"I had a hold up, the girl wouldn't go to sleep," I snarl back, and Xavier holds up his hands.
"I didn't mean any harm. Now, about the boy?"
"Dead."
"Phase four?"
"Already started."
Xavier smiles. "How's she holding up?"
"She's eating it all up easier than I thought she would. Surprisingly, the boy was not a setback, but rather helped us without knowing it. She is more susceptible to influence."
"So do you think she's ready, or...?"
"No," I reply. "I need a few more weeks."
"Weeks? But lord-"
"Do you want to end up like Miller?" I snap, and Xavier lowers his head.
"No, lord."
"Then continue keeping tabs on your sister, and I will continue the plan. No more questions," I turn on my heel and walk off, leaving him in the tower. I don't tell him what I have found out about the bloodlines, I don't tell him about Kiki's effect on me. It would make me seem weak, and that is never the best thing when you're trying to dispose the world of muggles.
As far as he is concerned, I'm making Kitioma Hadlee fall in love with me so I can steal her blood. I'm not making Kitioma Hadlee fall in love with me so I can love her back, so I can love her how she should be loved. No, I am not in love with Kitioma Hadlee. I don't want to hold her. I don't want to kiss her. I don't want to watch her struggle as her hands are tied above my headboard, her shirt tossed to the floor...
I storm to the library, my wand giving me light. I head to the restricted section where I used my anger on Kiki so many months ago. Has it really been so long?
I scan through the books, then pick out a thick, blacking book with a worn binding. I pull it over to the table in the back corner of the room and tap its cover twice, pause, once, pause, four times. It shudders, then opens. I flip to the page near the back, scanning the paragraphs for something that will tell me my theories are wrong, that I can simply steal Hadlee's blood and kill her like I've done to so many other people.
Love Potion At Birth: The Heirs
Section 439/10293
In the rare chance the heir of the houses meets another heir, and one or both have been affected/conceived over a love potion, the effects will be wiped over the course of time they spend together. This will not arise feelings for one another, but the option is there for the taking, as they can now feel love like a regularly-birthed human. This is proved to be completely harmless, and many heirs in the past that have been affected with love potions seek out other heirs to wipe away the affects [See Velilam, 2438]. It is rare for another heir to be born at the same time as another, so this is not a common occurrence.
I groan, my heart sinking just as it has ever time I've read this chapter. Why couldn't she be anybody else? Anyone?
My feelings had to be hormones, I can't love someone like her. For one, I'm to dangerous, I would kill her. Two...I can't love her. Kitioma Hadlee, heir of Gryffindor. Me, Tom Riddle, heir of Slytherin. It's not possible. I'm supposed to hate her. All of my men think I hate her, the anti-aurors are afraid of me because of my heartless demeanor. And I fall for a tiny, weak, insolent little-
My head falls into my hands and I groan once again.
Shit.
I've fallen for a tiny, weak, insolent girl who all of the dark-magic part of the wizarding world is keeping tabs on.
Fucktastic. My reputation is ruined. She can't know, no one can know or she will be taken, killed, tortured, beaten worse than Kane did to her. I'll just push the feelings down, or better, find my black book and search for a spell to make them go away. I can't obliviate myself, then all my work of getting her blood will be gone.
I frown. I can't avada kedavra her like I did to Kane, I need her.
My anger flares at the thought of that boy. Sure, he's older than me, but he hurt her. He hurt her. His death shouldn't been quick and painless. I should have tortured him, used crucio on him until he begged me for death. I should have beat him like he beat her.
I sigh, then turn the pages of the book once again.
The Heirs [Blood]: The Blood of the Godric Gryffindor
Section 647/10293
It is foretold that Godric Gryffindor's offspring's blood will hold great power. Anyone who receives this blood willingly from the hands of the heir of Gryffindor will become as powerful as Godric himself. Many have sought after it, but Godric's heirs have hid from the world. It is also foretold that the heir of any other house, if given the blood, would become twice as powerful.
This is where I stopped last time, not seeing the back of the page. But after I killed Kane, I was bored, so I read farther.
But what many people do not know is that if two heirs, one Slytherin and one Gryffindor, as being the starters of this generation-old fight, fall into a deep and powerful love that is stronger than the hate this conflict was made from, the fight would be resolved. The blood would then be rendered useless.
I sigh, and close the book.
My head feels heavy with sleep as I make my way out of the library and back into my room. Soft snores come from my bed and I chuckle, slipping off my shoes and shirt, climbing into my bed. I wrap my arm around Kiki and she folds into my chest, pressing up against me sub-consciously.
"What the fucking hell are you doing to me, Kiki," I murmur, sighing. "You had to make things so complicated by taking away my only defense, the thing making me unable to feel. I just want to kill you and be done with it, but no, life couldn't be that simple. Now I can only hope you fall, and you fall hard, before people find out, and things get a whole lot more complicated."
She sighs in her sleep and subconsciously pulls herself closer to me.
"Bloody hell, Hadlee," I sigh. "And how am I going to start acting like I hate you again? How is this going to work?"
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This took me six hours to write lmao oops
Here's what I'm celebrating:
TO SACRIFICE MY OWN LIFE
FOR PAKISTAN
anyways if you're that one reader from Pakistan, you literally made my day, I love you