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Yes Tom
By : Sevy14
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
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There was once a time in my life when he was everything to me. I lived for him. Every thought, breath, every action I took was for him. Not because of who he was, what he was becoming, and what he turned into, no… It was because of him, his essence. It engulfed me. Ate me alive-I loved it. I thought that he loved me, he's never known love. He's never showed it either, nor mercy. Except with me, I like to think. I like to think that he loved me. That he showed me kindness, warmth, showed me his heart and on some occasions, mercy. I like to think I wasn't an object of lust, a conquest, a conqured possession of his.

Who am I kidding?

I still live for him. He was everything to me and he knew it. There isn't a man or force on the face of the earth that holds the same power over me. Not a thing and no one commands my heart and being like him. I can't help it. He had me bewitched from the moment I set eyes upon him. He knew this. I remember I was eleven years old, the first time I saw him. It was the same night, at the Welcome Feast that I first felt him, or maybe he felt me. But it was then, at that moment that I was hooked. He didn't have to sink his claws into me, his aura did it for him. I was drawn in like a moth to a flame. And just like a moth drawn to a flame I was extinguished like one. It was that night that I was put out, my light, spirit. I was his, his to mold, shape, craft into whatever he wanted.

And he did.

But that didn't matter to me. It still doesn't. It won't ever. I remember I was fifteen, he was sixteen. He was so beautiful, his eyes danced over my body-I was terrified. I didn't know what to do, how to act, I only knew what he wanted.

Me. He wanted me.

I was scared, terrified of the pain, I didn't want to lose myself to him completely, that was all I had left. I told him no. That was the first time I'd ever said no. Ever. He did not take it well, I knew he didn't. How could he? I had refused him. For the first time. I thought that was the biggest mistake of my life. I was scared and lost without him. He left me alone for three weeks. It was the day everyone was leaving for Christmas Hols, I was staying. In the library it happened. He came to me and whispered "I'm sorry." In that voice, his voice, calm, gentle, his touch upon my hand was strong yet soft. He was being so soft with me. I forgave him. How could I not? I am nothing without him. He is everything, with or without me. He said he was sorry he pushed me, that it was alright to wait. He knew I was his, that I wouldn't give myself to anyone but him. We could wait. He said… He took me to see Myrtle, she died my fourth year, nobody knews how. He said he knews. He said this bathroom was his, it belonged to him. His voice scared me, I told him he was scaring me. He said that I hadn't seen anything yet and should wait to be scared. That scared me even more, I didn't tell him though. He wanted me silent. He showed me the chamber of secrets that night. He was right, I was more terrified down there than in Myrtles bathroom.

He just laughed.

He graduated that year, a whole summer and school year went by. He wrote, one letter a month, I saved every one. How could I not, it was all I had of him. He came to Diagon Alley the day before graduation. I hadn't expected him. I cried. He just stood there and looked at me, face devoid of emotion. I didn't care, he was there, he was there with me. But only for the afternoon. He did not return to Hogwarts with me and he did not come to graduation.

I cried.

My parents were found dead the next night. I had been out buying books and potion supplies. It was the third time in as many days that I cried myself to sleep. The next few days were full of getting their 'things' in order. I buried them. Their will left me everything. I couldn't stay at that house, at home. They were gone. Taken and nobody knew how or why, just gone. Dead. A week after I buried them he came. I cried and clung to him like a lost child… I was lost. I needed him. I told him I did. He just stood there, void of emotion. But he did not leave. Not just yet. I made him supper. I hummed, I talked, he listened, he ate, he left.

I cried.

An owl came two weeks later. Calling me to him, said he was ready to be with me. It was the nicest words that had ever come from him. I went. Everything I loved packed away in my trunk. I thought I was never coming back to the saddest place on this earth, my home. I was wrong.

So very wrong.

He had become more powerful, his power enchanted me. Traveled the world. Made up his mind about our society, he wanted it to change. I just wanted him so I nodded and smiled as he talked, animated and afire. It warmed my heart. He'd never been so open with me, only coldness. I felt cold after I heard the news and realized he wasn't comeing home.

He was gone.

Died. Disappeared from my life. Just like my parents. The newspaper said only one survivor. How fitting. I was with child. His. He didn't know. He was gone and didn't know his own child was growing within me. I remember the night I gave myself to him. It was the happiest moment of my life, aside from finding out I was with child. He had come home. His robes, dirtied, his face muddy, and chapped from the cold. He was cold. All I had wanted to do was to feel him, to be close to him, he was having none of it. Instead ordered me to clean him and his robes, only to disappear into his office once I finished. As I scrubbed, I sniffled, I did not want to cry, he didn't like it. Said it made me weak. I didn't want to be weak, not if he didn't like it. I never wanted to do anything he disliked. It was nine and I was laying in my room. Waiting to hear if he would come up and wish me good night, if he would go to his room across the hall.

He didn't come.

I awoke in the middle of the night. Scared. I thought someone was breaking in, that they were in my room. I was so scared. Looking out from underneath my covers, it was him. He had tripped on my shoes. He was not pleased that they were in the middle of the room, said I was careless, I was not to leave them there again. I didn't. He came to me then. Whispered he was sorry. He didn't mean to be cold with me, he was just upset that his plans were failing. He shouldn't have taken his anger out on me, he was sorry, could I forgive him?

Could I?

He was always taking his anger out on me. Always. Did I forgive him? I did. How could I not? I am his and he knows this. He made to leave and I asked him to stay. He said no. I thought I would cry, but he asked me to come with him. I did. Into his room he took me, to his bed. He held me close, kissing my neck, telling me how sorry he was, that he didn't mean to be the way he was. But he did, that's just how he is. I know this. I was so happy. So content. The moment our lips touched I thought I would melt and die into his embrace. He wasn't cold or detached. He was warm, sweet, gentle. He cradled me as we kissed, our lips dancing over one another's. His hands all over my body I thought I was on fire. I couldn't keep my eyes open, it was too hard. I was so hot. I didn't realize I had disrobed until I felt his cool skin against mine-I got scared then. I hesitated. He just looked at me, his face had beads of sweat, his lips inches from mine. I didn't know how to continue, I didn't know… He knew this and yet he waited. He waited, not moving, not blinking, I wouldn't have known if he was breathing, except for our proximity. I kissed him then. I wanted him. I want him to want me.

I wanted him so bad.

His hands roamed over my body. Twisting, teasing each nipple. I thought I was going to burst. When his thumb rubbed over my nub I almost came then, my body shook with anticipation and I moaned, opening my eyes to gaze into his, only to find him just watching me, my face. He bent to kiss my neck and his fingers entered me. I didn't like it, but I wanted him to be happy. He'd wanted this for a long time, how could I refuse him now?

I couldn't.

Slowly he pumped his fingers, it was uncomfortable, he knew this yet he continued, spreading his fingers, pumping them in and out, I thought I was going to die. He stopped. I held my breath and closed my eyes. I felt him then, I felt his manhood at the entrance of womanhood. I felt him there waiting, I knew he was looking at me, for a sign of hesitation, for-for me to refuse him. I couldn't. Opening my eyes I hoped he saw that I was scared, I didn't want it to hurt, I knew it would. I took a breath and looked down, my heart sped up, yet he waited still. I moved my hands to his shoulders, one on his neck, I glanced up, his eyes were on me. I leaned upwards and kissed him, he entered me then, capturing my scream in his mouth twisting it into silence with his tongue. At that moment I was his.

I was his completely.

I felt him smile. It made my heart warm and melt with fear and love. I loved him then, more than I had ever loved him. But the fear that he would throw me away, toss me out because I had given myself to him fully he would be done with me. I had nothing left to give then. Or so I thought. He took me every night after our first time. He wasn't so gentle after that, he didn't like to be gentle, said it was weakness. But I didn't mind when he wasn't as cold and rough with me. But he always was.

He was always a little too rough.

The day came, I had rushed out of the house, sick to my stomach to St. Mungos. Only to return to an empty house.

An empty house.

The papers said only one survived, a baby. Not the evil wizard that plagued our world. He was dead. Gone. But so was he. He didn't come home and I cried. My stomach was full of life, literally, and he was gone. I didn't know where. I thought he'd abandoned me, that he was done with me. A knock at the door, I wiped my tears, I didn't want to be weak. Lucius Malfoy was there. A letter in hand. He left as soon as I took it. I stood there bewildered. Lost. Where was he, why had Lucius come and not him? I sat on our bed for an eternity it seemed, I couldn't cry anymore, my body was numb to all emotion. I was alone. He had left me.

He left me alone. What had I done wrong?

I remember that day like it was yesterday. Now I unfold the letter, tattered and yellowed with age. It's been twelve years, his boy has left for school. He is attending Drumstrang, a second year now. Looks just like his father. I couldn't send him to Hogwarts-too many memories. He is everywhere there. I look at the letter, it's all I have left of him. I can feel the tears coming. I can't stop them. This is all I have left of him. He is gone.

He's gone.

I cry. I cry and I cry. My head buried in my hands, the letter on the bed beside me. Here in my parents home, the saddest place in the world, I am alone with my thoughts of the past. I don't know how long I lay there weeping. I'm asleep when I wear a thud and a curse. I don't move, to scared to even breathe.

"I thought I told you that you were to never leave your shoes in the middle of the bedroom floor."

It couldn't be. Not-not him. He's dead. He's been dead for twelve years. Peaking out over the bedspread I stop breathing. Am I dreaming? I must be, what other explanation could there be? "Tom?"

"Evangaline."

His voice is cold. It was always cold. "Tom?" How could it be? It can't be. He's… "You're dead. Your letter-you… I-Oh Tom…" I feel so ashamed. How could I think he's dead. How could I? He would never leave me, willingly. Of course I'm only telling myself this.

"Evangaline. The shoes…"

"I-I…" What do I tell him? I didn't think he was coming back. I didn't think he would come to me again. "I…"

"You…?"

Always cold. He's always so cold. "I-I will move them. I'm sorry." I move them to the closet. How could I not, it's what he wants. They weren't supposed to be there anyways. I stand before him now. He looks down. His eyes are cold, lifeless, they make me shiver, but I don't move. I can't. He has complete control over me. I am his.

"Good girl."

I'm a good girl. His good girl. My heart melts, but only for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak and then frowns. It scares me. Nothing ever good comes after he frowns, he's unhappy, what have I done?

"Evangaline, who is that?"

The 's' is elongated. Not good either. I turn to see what he is looking at. A picture of my son. OUR son. "Tom I-" He grabs my wrists and pulls me to the picture. Making my face come within an inch of it.

"WHO IS THIS?"

He is angry. "Tom I-" My words fail me once again. I'm scared.

"ANSWER ME!"

I can tell he's trying to work it out. I can see the wheels moving in his head. "Please let me up Tom." I'm whimpering now. He's hurting me. But I don't mind, at least he's back to hurt me. At least he's back.

"Tell me who he is Evangaline and you will be let back up."

That's the coldest his voice has ever been. I shiver. "Tom Riddle…"

"What?"

"Tom Riddle the third."

"…"

"He's-he's… Please let me up Tom."

"…"

He lets me up. But doesn't let go of my wrists. They're going to bruise. "He's your son."

"Son…"

He isn't moving. Just staring. I don't know what to do. I've never seen him like this. "Tom?" Nothing. Just stands there. "Tom, please let go of me, you're hurting me."

"My son…"

"Yes Tom."

"How old is he?"

"He's twelve." He lets go of me. I rub my wrists. And move to sit on the bed, he stops me with a hand on my shoulder.

"My son… You gave me a son..."

I don't know how to respond. I can't tell if he's upset or pleased, he's always so hard to judge. "Yes Tom."

"Interesting. Where is this-My son?"

"At school."

"School... Hogwarts?"

"No. Drumstrang. Too many memories at Hogwarts."

"Indeed."

"Tom… May I get you anything? Water? Tea? Food?"

"No."

I don't know what to do. He is just standing there staring at the picture of the boy we created. "Tom…?"

"Not the homecoming I expected."

"I'm sorry." I look down. He is displeased, he is using that tone and his eyes have narrowed. I turn to head to my room, one I haven't used since before I gave myself to him completely.

"Where do you think you're going? I did not say you could leave."

"To-I…To my room. You are displeased." I am scared. It's like that time in the chamber of secrets, he's being cold again. So cold. "I didn't want to-to be in your way while you got re-"

"You will stay. Get into bed."

"Yes Tom." How could I disobey, I've prayed for him to return to me every day that he's been gone. I lay there waiting, not knowing what to do or how to act. Breathing seems hard and the room feels stuffy. I want to open a window, but I don't. He wouldn't like it. He likes it when it's warm.

"Evangaline?"

"Yes Tom?" Speaking is hard. He sinks into the bed beside me. I can't breathe.

"Have you been with another?"

"Tom I-" How could he ask me that? He knows I am his. Only his.

"Answer. I can't have you being touched by another. It will have made you dirty."

"No Tom. I haven't been with another." I'm scared. So scared. I feel a tear roll down my face. I don't want to cry. I don't want to be weak.

"You haven't been with another man?"

"No Tom."

"Then why do you cry?"

"I'm scared Tom." I can't breathe. I am so scared.

"Why would you be scared if you haven't been with another man Evangaline? Your tears make me wonder at your faithfulness."

"I've been faithful Tom I swear. I'm scared that you won't believe me because of-of…" I can't finish. What if he says I'm unfaithful because of the doctor. I was faithful. I am his.

"Of what Evangaline?"

His fingers are running up and down my arm. I can feel the hair and goosebumps rise to attention at his touch. He always has this affect on me. Breathe. I need to breathe. "That you'll think I was unfaithful because of the doctor." He'll be angry with me. I don't want that. I can't have that.

"Why would I think that about the doctor? What did he do?"

"He-he… He saw me."

"Saw you?"

"Giving birth Tom, he was down there." I can barely say it. I know it comes out as a whisper, I hope he doesn't ask to hear it again, I'll die from shame. "I'm sorry Tom." I begin to shake, he'll be so displeased with me.

"Evangaline stop."

"…" I can't. My body can't it's so overloaded with emotions that it won't, I can't control it.

"Stop."

"…" My body is still shaking. I can't. I can't. I'm sorry.

"STOP!"

The sound and loudness of his voice startles and stops my shaking. My heart is going to beat out of my chest though. I can feel it. Hear it."I'm sorry." Barely a whisper I get out.

"Do not be scared. My Evangaline. My sweet, sweet Evangaline. I am not displeased. Come, come and lay over here with me."

His voice is soft and sweet, like the calm before a storm. I turn and move to lay beside him, allowing his arm to snake around me and pull me closer. "Tom?"

"Yes."

"You're staying right? You won't leave me again?"

"No promises Evangaline. Everyone leaves at some point."

I know this. I don't want to hear it. "But you'll stay for awhile?"

"I'm here now."

True, that's all that matters. He is here. Now. With me. I smile. He sighs and rubs his hand up and down my back. Making me sigh and snuggle deeper.

"Evangaline."

"Yes Tom?"

"No more tears. They make you weak. You don't want to be weak do you?"

"No Tom. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just no more tears."

"Yes Tom." We lay there, entwined as one and I feel safe. I am not alone and he is here. I'm almost asleep, I can feel the tendrils of dreams reaching out to me when he speaks again.

"Evangaline I'd like to kiss you."

I'm shocked. He's never said that. He's-That's the closest to a question of affection I've ever received from him. I stare at his chest, before sighing and closing my eyes. I'm his, why shouldn't I kiss him? I should. He wants it. I want him happy. Happy so he'll stay. "I'd like that to." I would. I want his affections. I've dreamed of them ever since I was a little girl at Hogwarts. He lifts my head with his fingers, his hands softly gripping me, a contrast to the roughness of his skin. But his tongue is gentle, I allow him entrance, briefly I wonder if he'll be gone once he's done showing me some affection. But that's pushed from head as soon as he moves down to my neck, sucking and nibbling on it. I haven't felt this heat in twelve years. I don't know what to do, but I gasp. I hear it, somewhere far off and distant. I feel him, through his clothes, he wants me, his body needs mine. It needs to fulfill its desire. "Tom…"

"Shhh Evangaline. Just like before. Shhh…"

I fall silent. What else could I do? He wants this. His hands on my breasts kneading, twisting, his mouth covers my taught nipples and his tongue dances over them, one by one. I gasp, my throat reaching for air. My lungs are on fire. My body, he makes my body become engulfed in heat. "Tom I-"

"Shh! Evangaline."

I can't. I need him. I need him now. "Tom now. Please Tom. I need-I need…" He bites my breast. I cry out.

"I said shh!"

I sob a little, my body desperately needing his to reach far into my depths and take my body to a place I haven't been in over a decade. But he's smiling against my breasts. I can feel it. "Tom… Please…" I can't help it. I need him. I need him so bad. I've never wanted anything or anyone as bad as I want him now.

"Evangaline patience. Patience my sweet."

"Tom…" I can't. I need him. I'm panting, I can feel the sweat building up, I need him so bad I can't breath. "Tom… I can't. I need, Tom…"

"Patience my sweet, sweet Evangaline. You want to be a good girl don't you?"

"Tom…" Oh Merlin, I can't deal with the pressure.

"You want to be my good girl don't you?"

Of course I do. He knows this. I want to be, I don't think I can stand it. "Yes. Yes Tom." My body is going to explode, his tongue is on my lips and I can feel his eyes upon me. "Good… Girl." I say, panting. I can be his good girl. I need to breathe. His fingers have found their way underneath my dressing gown. It is only then that I realize that I'm naked, my gown no longer clinging to my perspiring body. Tom too, is naked. His cock is resting on my inner thigh. It is pulsating and throbbing. I want it so bad. I want him so bad. I move to touch it.

"No Evangaline."

He won't let me. I want it. I need it. "Ahh… Tom." His fingers are at my core now. I can't move. I'm paralyzed I need him to touch me. Make me his once again. I need this. In one movement he is rubbing me and moving within me. "Ahhh…" I'm tight. It's uncomfortable like the first time. But I want it now. I need it. He knows this. Tom always knows. "Tom I need-I need…"

"Yes?"

"I need… Tom-Oh Tom. Now… I need." He knows what I need. He's just toying with me. Tom always has to be in control. I have no power. Only he does. He knows I know that he has all the power. Even after twelve years. I'm his and he is reminding me that he is the master and I , I am not. He moves, I stop breathing, he is at my entrance. I look up and he is there, looking down at me, face void of emotion. "Tom-I…"

"Shh Evangaline, I know… I know."

"I'm yours Tom." I've never said it. He knows that I am his. We both do.

"You always have been my sweet. You always have been."

He plunges in. Ripping away at my body. He's never been gentle. I thought he was going to be, I was wrong.

"So tight. So tight my sweet Evangaline."

"Tom…" He's moving so fast. In and out my body can't get a moment to breathe. But I needed this. I needed him. My legs and arms wrap around him and I feel like we're one. He's holding onto me, so tightly, I'll bruise. I don't care. I'm his. He's making me his once again. He pulls me up, his legs bent, but only for a moment for he slides off the bed, me still attached, I'm seeing stars. "Tom… Oh Tom…"

"Wait witch! You don't cum until I tell you to."

I don't think I can play this game. It's his favorite. I always lose and he punishes me. Always. "Tom I…"

"You had better wait witch! You want to be good don't you?"

Of course I do. I always do. He's standing now, holding me and thrusting up into me. I'm a doll. His doll, to dress and make do whatever he likes. He's showing me I'm powerless. I'm his and he will do and take what he wants. I can't feel myself, I'm going numb. His pace is making me dizzy, I can't breathe. "Tom…"

"You wait!"

He throws me on the bed. Face first. It hurts. He's always a bit rough. "Tom please…"

"WAIT witch!"

Entering me from behind he's going so fast. I can't breathe. I can't see. I can only feel. I sense him around me. My body numb and all I can sense is him and his power. It's surrounding us. Everywhere all around, all around is my Tom. His essence and power. He's overpowering. Harder and harder he's thrusting, I don't know if I can handle it, I'll be sore, too sore in the morning.

"Witch. Cum. Now!"

And I do. Screaming out his name and my love for him. I cum and he thrusts three, four, five more times before he too cum's. Grunting and then falling on top of me. He doesn't bother to remove himself. I'll be so sore in the morning. So sore. But my Tom is here. It doesn't matter. He rolls us over, still one body, and whispers a spell, the blankets crawl up our naked bodies to cover us. His arms coming around me once again, one to encircle my waist, his fingers rubbing circles on my abdomen and the other wraps its fingers around my breast. Kneading it. "Tom…" I sigh smiling to myself. I'm so warm and I am not alone.

"In the morning we'll talk of our son."

"Yes Tom." The last words I've spoken to him before I drift off into a peaceful sleep, content for the first time in many years.

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