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Yes Tom
By : Sevy14
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
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Tom and I enter the alley again and once again we're thrown into the darkness. I hated darkness. I chanced a look up at Tom and instantly wished I hadn't. I followed along just behind him aware I was taking a very and most obvious submissive stance to anyone watching us I was just happy nothing happened to Headmaster Karkaroff and that Tom had yet to yell at me. Glancing down I see that I'm still in my gown and it's nice that he hasn't made me walk around in my pajamas. We were walking fast, or rather, Tom was walking fast and I was hurrying along behind him, he didn't slow his pace for me, a sign he was most upset with me. At this rate my feet would be raw in minutes. "Tom… Tom can we slow down my feet, Tom…?" There wasn't a response from him, nor did he slow. Keeping pace we continued for three more blocks, I thought my feet were about to fall off and my calves were burning. There were people all about but it appeared that Tom was lost in his own world-I hoped he wasn't lost in "Lord Voldemort's" world. I don't' like being around Tom when he's in his alter ego mood, finally he slows and stops just outside a theatre where there's a line built up. Surprising me, he takes my hand and guides me to the back of the line. A bit shocked at this, Tom was never one to think he has to wait for anything I just stand there, my feet throbbing, and my calves in pain and discomfort. While standing there the pain in my feet dissipate and I look over just in time to see Tom put his wand away. I look up at him but his face is impassive and staring straight ahead. I don't say anything to him about the kind gesture but I turn and rise up on my toes and kiss his cheek. He does nothing but sniff. I smile. After five minutes and Tom's impatient attitude is starting to rear it's head but in the nick of time we reach the window,

"Brawn, Jameson."

He says and the man hands him tickets, we turn and enter the big glass doors. I look up at Tom and am about to ask where we are when I see a sign that says, "Swan Lake: Peter Tchaikovsky," I gasp and I look over at Tom just in time to see a small smile grace his features and then leave them once again. "Tom you didn't… How did you…?"

"I have my ways."

Was all he said. We were ushered to our seats. Sitting there I gazed all around. The plush red seats were perfect. Our balcony was perfect, we could see the stage perfectly. I was in awe the room was so beautiful, so elegant, it was magnificent and I was truly overwhelmed by it all-especially by Tom bringing me here. Leaning back after sitting forward and taking it all in I turn to Tom, bringing my hands to rest upon his left hand which was upon his knee. It was then that I realized the seats didn't have a center armrest-we were essentially sitting on a love seat. I thought of course, Merlin forbid there be an armrest between us, Tom would never stand for that but I shook it off as romantic-even if I knew that it was just how Tom was. My hand upon his knee I lean over just as the lights begin to dim and I nip at him just below the jaw line and then kiss his cheek and sit back, relaxing into the plush cushions. The ballet starts and it's enchanting. The dancers move about in a magical fashion and I'm enchanted by them. Watching their every movement, the time flies by and before I know it it's the first intermission and I look around blinking as the lights flicker on in a powerful fashion. I turn to look over at Tom and see that his eyes are closed, I wonder if he's asleep but he opens them and looks at me. For a minute he stares before he raises his left arm and wraps it around me, it wasn't in a forceful or strong fashion like usual but rather as he pulled me to him it was a gentle, tender touch and I didn't resist the urge to lay my head upon him, smiling at my contentedness. His hand rubbing my arm in a soothing passion I felt him turn his head and lean down, a soft kiss was placed on the top of my head before he began to lean forward, forcing me to sit up and stare at him. He stood, and without a word left the balcony, the door shutting behind him, me, left to wonder at the sudden turn of coldness coming from him just after he'd been so loving-so caring. I was crushed my heart began to cave at my lack of understanding. I felt so alone. I sat there alone for an eternity before the door opened again, Tom entering again but carrying a drink-red wine with some snacks, apparently I was intended to eat. He sat down and I stared at him.

"I thought you might be hungry,"

He said. I just looked at him with narrowed eyes. He looked back. "You could have said something…" I stopped though, while getting up and leaving me so suddenly wasn't nice or even the actions of a man that was caring, his act of getting me food and something to drink on the other hand was. "Just-just next time say something please… And thank you for the wine, and the snacks." I say smiling to him, I don't want to put him off. I'm glad he got me some cheese and crackers to go with the wine-it tastes delicious. He just looks at me though and then away. I finish my wine and my food after five minutes, Tom had yet to even look at me again and I was a bit worried. I sat there next to him, wondering what he was thinking. From the side I could see Tommy and I got sad very quickly at the thought I was here enjoying myself with Tom when my baby was home sick without me taking care of him. "Tom…?" He turns his gaze to me and it was smoldering-from what emotion though, I couldn't tell. "Do you think Tommy is okay?" I see him take in a deep breath and release it-a sigh at my question I suppose. I look down, not out of embarrassment but out of my uncertainty of his response, out of fear-I'm not sure.

"He is fine, resting peacefully."

I look at him.

"I assure you."

It isn't that I don't believe him but perhaps my guilt at being here with him is taking over, and he continues to look at me, his eyes narrow.

"You do not believe me? Would you rather leave?"

I shake my head, "No, no, that isn't it…" I shake my head no again. As if to ask why his eyebrow arches and I'm inclined to answer, "I-I just don't know how to read you is all Tom. Are you having fun or-or getting some amusement from this?" He doesn't say anything, just looks away. I gulp and look down. He doesn't appear to have fun with me-has he ever? "If-if you'd rather leave we-we can. I-I'm sorry you're not getting any sort of fun or amusement from this." I scoot to the edge of the seat and stand, turning I begin to take a step around the love seat when he responds,

"Sit down Evangaline…"

I look at him. But turn and sit back down. "Tom I-"

"I am enjoying myself."

I look at him, his face stern as ever. Breathlessly I respond, "Okay." There is still a division between us as I'm snuggling up to the armrest of the loveseat. The lights dim and once again I'm pulled back into the thrilling magic of the dances. I sense Tom move to my right and then I feel his hand, one upon my right arm, his left hand, in a swift movement I feel my body slide towards him and my nice dress dissipates and I'm back to my pajamas. I feel the love seat changing as well into a lazy-boy type chair. I'm sitting with my back to Tom, in between his legs facing the stage. My back resting upon his chest his arms resting upon my waist, I sit there tensed.

"Relax little one."

He whispers in a soothing tone to me and instantly I do. I can't help it. He knows just how to work me to do what he wants. "Okay," I say quietly and I do. I feel my body melt into him and I sigh, watching the ballet unfold before me in a beautiful fashion.

1 hour later

The last curtain falls and I find myself rising form my comfortable position against Tom to a standing one. I turn to face him, noting that he doesn't change my clothes back.

"Come here,"

He says, I do and he encloses me in his arms and I feel the pull of apparition happening and I close my eyes and grip him tighter. When I open my eyes we're in our living room.

"I must leave and take care of some business-go with him."

I look at him, but the Tom that I was just snuggled up to has vanished and the cold Tom is there. "Alright, shall you be returning this evening?" I say as the clock on the mantle reads 4:30pm.

"We shall see. If so, then I expect to see you in my office."

I look at him. "Your-your office? Why?" Why would I need to meet him at his office when he could just come upstairs to see me? "I-I'll be in our room, I don't see-"

"You're questioning me?"

"I… No." I was but the day or night or-or well both was going so well so I figured I'd just let it lie as is.

"Very good. Take care of my son Evangaline."

"I will Tom." He turns to go and I reach out for him, my hand brushing his arm and he turns giving me a questioning gaze. "Are-are you going to see Headmaster Karkaroff or that Khristo boys family?"

"I fail to see why you're inquiring to me about this."

I step back. "I-I was just wondering after tonight… I-I'm sorry," I say to him and look down before I look up again. "Well, I-I'll be upstairs if you need me just-just let me know."

"I shall."

Nodding I walk past him only to be stopped at the entry way to the hall.

"Tonight was enjoyable for you wasn't it? That was my goal."

My breath suffocating me with its shortness I turn and look at him, he's standing right where I'd left him mere moments before, "Enjoyable? Oh yes Tom." He nods and then is gone with a pop. Smiling at Tom's admission-a fact that I doesn't happen often, as I walk up the stairs, the fact it's silent makes me believe that Tommy is asleep. Walking into my room I see that Tommy is awake and sitting up in bed, his serpent companions laying by the fire. "I see your friends are okay."

"Yes, they're fine. Are you okay mum?"

His worry for me still was endearing and I smiled at him as I crossed the room. Coming to sit on the bed next to him he scoots over and I get it. "Yes dear, I'm fine." The look on his face says he doesn't believe me and I smile at him and lean over to embrace him. "Baby I'm fine. He took me to Russia to see Swan Lake."

"Swan Lake? You saw the ballet? In Russia?" That's where he took her? "Oh man that is really cool mum. Was it great?"

"Oh baby it was wonderful. I've always wanted to see the ballet, I think we should go see one together sometime this Christmas, what do you say? I think you'd really enjoy it."

"But mum, you already saw that one. That's true, but we haven't seen "The Nutcracker" or other ballets." I saw him nod his head in agreement and I ruffle his hair with affection.

"True…" That would be cool. "Do-do you think he would come?"

I couldn't tell if he thought it'd be bad if Tom came or if he wanted to, I shrugged, "I'm not sure. Would you like me to buy tickets and ask your father if he would accompany us?"

"Yeah…" It would be the first time we did something as a family outside of the home. I was somewhat afraid and excited about that aspect.

"Are you feeling any better baby?" He didn't really look as though he was feeling better, his face was still pale and from ruffling his hair I could still feel a fever. "Did you take your medicine?"

"Yes mum, I did take it. I'm feeling okay…" I look at mum and she has a disbelieving look on her face. "Well, I don't feel like I'm going to die or anything." I say with a lop-sided grin hoping to make her smile.

He tries to make me feel better with a goofy grin but I don't fall for it. "Alright, why don't we lay down, how does that sound?"

"I've been laying down all day though mum."

"True, have you ate?"

"Yes…"

"Are you hungry?"

"No…"

"Well then I suppose we should lay down, do you want to read?"

"Not really mum."

"Alright, well how about you lay here with me and I tell you about Swan Lake, how does that sound?"

"Okay. Don't leave anything out though okay?"

"I won't baby, I promise."

"Great."

Mother and sun lay down in the bed. Mother telling son about her trip to Russia, and about Swan Lake, the two talk for a half hour before they fall asleep, and that is how Tom Riddle finds them when he returns at 6:00pm.
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Yes Tom	By : Sevy14 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I make no money from this story.

Yes Tom