[HP] Tom next door to Mary

"Ah, it's on the news."

On the streets of London, a blond woman is sitting on a bronze chair in front of an unknown cold drink shop, flipping through a dynamic newspaper, wearing a pair of old-fashioned sunglasses on her head, which does not reflect her The appearance is getting closer to the mature direction, but it gives people the illusion of an indescribable girl.

In fact, it is nothing more than sentences of "there is tenderness in her eyes, and sexiness in her tear moles".Before that, she was definitely not like this.

At least Riddle didn't think so.

"We managed to escape another big trouble." She pointed to the text in the "Daily Prophet" to show Riddle, "Dark wizards attack Muggle villages, and nothing else is mentioned!"

Riddle glanced perfunctorily, and said, "I said I'm sure nothing will happen."

"It was I who concealed your existence, and then Ig helped me again. This is our joint efforts." Mary expanded, and then added: "You saved me first, Tom."

Riddle snorted and asked something else: "When are we leaving?"

"Maybe we have to wait for a while, let's sit for a while, I think this is good, anyway, we have no other place to go-or, do you have any other place to go?" Mary looked back In the store, I shook the newspaper with both hands, and turned to the next page to continue reading.

"Look here, Tom." She pointed again, and the news was only a few words on the second page. The surname is Riddle, the same as yours! Oh, did I catch the wrong point, look, the murderer has been arrested, and his name is Morfin—"

"Mary," Riddle interrupted her, with an indescribably bad face, as if he was ashamed to confess this indisputable fact, "There are too many Riddlers."

"Oh, okay." She pursed her lips and brought up a proper smile, she folded the newspaper and used it as a fan for herself, "It's okay, I only know you as Riddle—I'll go and see I have been waiting for a long time, the weather is too hot!"

She's referring to two cups full of ice cream—something to watch as a child, but of course to enjoy now.

When she came out of the store with two cups of ice cream piled with nuts, she found that her place was taken by another person, who was not very big in terms of stature, and was wearing a wizard robe like a Muggle trench coat Talking to Riddle.

Judging from Riddle's expression, he should be regarded as a "friend" who can be associated with.

Mary blinked her eyes. She probably hadn't seen Riddle talking to someone "normally" with a smile on her face for a long time. She almost thought that someone had drunk Polyjuice Potion and was pretending to be him.

She noticed that Riddle's eyes glanced in her direction inadvertently, and then she started chatting with her friends again. They seemed to be talking about something very interesting, which made him so happy that his pale face turned red.

It left her at a loss as to what to do, but she knew the look in his eyes, that he didn't want her to join their conversation, and was convinced that she would just walk away.

Thinking of this, Mary became upset, and she began to wonder if she was now regarded as a lover in Riddle's heart.After thinking about it, Riddle didn't have any other names for her. Although Riddle and her identities are somewhat taboo, why ignore her like this and think that she should step aside?

She had to ask to understand.

But as soon as she took a step, she was patted on the shoulder by an unknown man, causing her to almost knock over the ice cream.

"Hey Mary!"

The visitor obviously knew her, but she had no memory of him.

He was smoking a cigarette, and his clothes were a bit clumsy, but not sloppy, and there were a few very obvious pit marks on his face. He looked at her clothes and said, "It's been so many years since I saw you, do you still remember me?" I'm Billy, Billy Stubbs!" He took a puff on his cigarette and made a gesture of hugging a doll, "I had a rabbit when I was a kid."

"Ah, Billy!" Mary didn't expect to see him here. After all, there is no home for orphanage children. They tend to go their separate ways when they grow up, and it is very lucky to meet one.Of course, this is the second Mary has encountered.

What a coincidence, let's turn our attention a little bit.

She was still holding the ice cream, but she rolled her eyes and held out a hand, "I'll treat you to an ice cream, here—let's sit there and talk."

Billy muttered "I thought you were waiting for someone", but he didn't refuse.She chose a table away from Riddle, and of course Billy didn't notice Riddle, his focus was on the ice cream.

"It's been so hot lately, I'm so lucky to have you." He complimented Mary, munching on ice cream with a spoon, his cigarette burning slowly on the table.

"Do you know where the others are?" Mary ate her ice cream slowly, uncomfortable because thinking about Riddle and thinking about the cigarette made her lose her appetite, "Put the cigarette out if you don't mind?"

"Okay, okay, you don't smoke?" Billy threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his shoe a few times.

Mary shook her head, and Billy continued to ask, "Oh, so you're married?"

She froze for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Not yet."

"I think you're dressed well, much better than me. I thought you married a nice man." His ice cream had bottomed out, and he wiped his hands together and sighed contentedly.

"Well... I have a good job," Mary explained.

"That's nice, really! You know, it's hard for people like us to get ahead." He should have sincerely praised, but Mary still felt a little awkward, and said, "You haven't told me what the rest of the world is like. "

"I'm about to say—actually, I don't know much. Amy Benson has been mentally disturbed. Later, she ran away with someone. She left first, but we don't know who it is. Forget it. ——And Dennis, do you still remember? He was also a little naughty about that freckled face, but he went to join the army and ate a living, and I don’t know what happened afterwards.” He reached out and touched the table , Only then remembered that my cigarette had been stamped out.

Billy scratched his head and said one or two more, both very mundane, and ended up missing.

But when talking about this person, his tone was full of hatred, "Tom Riddle, you should remember him? That very special kid."

Mary nodded. Riddle didn't just remember it, he knew it clearly.

"He's still in the orphanage." Billy clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth: "He should be 16 years old now. After all these years, no one has come to him, no one—of course neither have we. But I I don’t know why he obviously hates the orphanage so much that he hasn’t left there yet. Mrs. Cole said that he was sponsored by some school and went to some school. I don’t quite believe it, but I prefer to believe that he went to a lunatic asylum.”

"What did he do?" Mary asked curiously.

"God, did you forget, Mary?" Billy said incredulously, "Don't you remember how my rabbit died? He must have done it. I still can't forget that rabbit died The horror on the beam...I can't forget it, and I still have nightmares...Even if he didn't do anything later, we were all afraid of him. He was a hidden, patient madman. Crazy."

"I..." Yes, she knows that Riddle did it, and it broke her family dream, she can't demand that Billy try not to care about it as much as she does, and she even deserves to hate him like Billy , after all, he cast an indelible shadow on them.

"You can also say that I'm timid. I didn't choose to join the army like Dennis did. I just work here as a coolie, so I don't have to worry about food—I'm too scared. When I think about going to the battlefield, I have to face so many dead rabbits. I was trembling all over." He really trembled after speaking, "It's a bit embarrassing to be a man, hey, how long are you staying here, don't you mind if I smoke a cigarette and tell you?"

"Okay, it's okay." Mary looked down and saw that her ice cream had melted into sugar water, and hearing Billy describe Riddle like this, she was even less in the mood to eat it.

The key description is quite correct.

Billy stood up, took out his cigarette and walked a little further away. Mary under the canopy couldn't see his figure clearly.

She turned her attention to the ice cream again, and decided to eat the nuts on it under the thought that it was extremely shameful to waste food.

"You've finally finished."

The shadow of the visitor was cast long by Lie Yang, enveloping her in it.

Mary looked up at him, then turned her head to look at his position just now, and smiled: "You have finally finished."

Under the backlight, he looked even more gloomy, "Are you mocking me?"

"I don't. Don't think about anything in your heart, just think that's what I mean." After speaking, he lowered his head and picked up the nuts to eat.

"You gave mine to someone else?" Riddle's tone was flat, and he couldn't tell if he was angry.

"Or melt." Mary rolled her eyes out of his sight. "That's Billy Stubbs, and you killed his rabbit, if you remember."

"So you are angry with me because of this? An old thing?" Riddle's tone was full of contempt.

"I said I'm not angry, and although it's a thing of the past, it's still unpleasant, oh, it's not unpleasant, it's the shadow of childhood." Mary focused on the word "shadow", "There are many things, count It's over, I don't want to talk about it, you go back first, I feel sick to my stomach, I'm going back to rest in a while."

Riddle raised his eyebrows expressionlessly, showing that he was colder and more domineering than usual. He took her arm, pulled her away, and dragged her to an alley before letting her go.

"Mary, you're just mad. You're mad that I didn't ask you to come over and chat with me." There is a mental problem. Why should I care what they think? There is nothing wrong with letting them fear me and stay away from me so as not to bother me."

"Oh, I forgot, you are still the same as before." Mary sneered.

"Why am I still the same as before?" Riddle's voice suddenly became louder. He paused, as if he was planning something, and when he spoke again, his voice returned to normal: "What are you talking about? What are you talking about now? If you are angry with me because of these words, then I am also angry-the rabbit you mentioned, you obviously knew that I did it, and now because of that person, you choose to blame me. At this time, the sword of justice is aimed at me again? "

He wrapped his arms around her waist and put his arms around her gently, "Do you think I'm a bad person and he's a good person? Would you rather believe someone you haven't seen in so many years? How many bad things did he tell you about me? You think he didn't tell about you? Well, Amy Benson ran off with a man she didn't know, and Mary? Mary ran off with a man too, that's what he said."

She looked up at Riddle's clean chin, but said nothing.

"Besides, haven't I changed now? You know, no one likes that place. Hogwarts is my favorite place. I reported Hagrid and made his monsters stop killing people. I'm doing something good , Mary -- you don't think I've changed?" He thought his words might have worked, so he gently stroked Mary's back.

"Then who is that friend of yours?"

"Mary, you're really giving me a headache, that's just a normal guy, you know I've always got to make some friends at school," he said casually, when this "friend" seemed so insignificant again .

"But you've never smiled at me like that," she buried her head in his chest, took a deep breath, looked up at him again and said, "It looks very sincere, like what you should be at your age."

"I'm not like that, you understand." Riddle lowered his head and stroked her long hair rhythmically.

"But you can pretend to be like this, it's quite amazing." Mary laughed dryly, "Occasionally you can pretend to be like this for me to see."

"Are you mocking me again?"

"Correct."

She has to admit it.

"Okay," Mary pushed him lightly, signaling that she was no longer angry with him about those things, "I really want to go back."

"I want to go back with you too." Riddle didn't intend to let her go.

"You have to pay for the hotel yourself." She is now staying at the Leaky Cauldron, which was specially prepared for her by Principal Armando.

"Mary, don't go too far." He began to be sarcastic again, as if the previous warmth was just a blink of an eye, "You called me out, and I stayed with you for a cold drink, and now you are sending me away again gone?"

"Please, just because I'm not angry doesn't mean I'm still interested in dating you." Mary pinched his waist, but she didn't expect Riddle to have almost no fat.

"Is this a date?" He flashed a sinister smile.

"Otherwise? You have nothing to do in the orphanage, come out and relax—I'll invite you."

"I have something to do." The anger in Riddle's heart began to rise steadily again, he let go of Mary, and kept a certain distance from her.

"Oh, then you can go back to do things, and I'm going back too," Mary shrugged, "Now I announce that the appointment is over."

"It's the same anywhere." Riddle frowned, a muscle under his eyes twitched slightly, he didn't like Mary taking the initiative, "I want to live with you, I'll get used to it."

"You're talking big, Tom." Mary was amused, with a full-bodied air, and her tone was amused, "'I'll get used to it'? What do you mean? Do you think I Is it your someone? Is it your lover? Or your babysitter? Or just someone you think you can cuddle to sleep with? Oh, teenage boys would think so."

"I hate rhetorical questions like yours, don't always use age to talk about things." Riddle was displeased, and felt that he was stupid, because he blurted out next, "You are my closest friend."

Mary really showed a smile this time, "I forgot again, you have never been a normal person."

Riddle is still sullen, he is immersed in the great regret of saying that sentence, he doesn't hate having an intimate act with Mary, on the contrary he is very happy to do it, it's just that he hates admitting that there is an intimate connection with her Yes, even if it was himself, he would not reveal it.

But Mary thought it was funny, "That's what being a lover means, isn't it? It's really hard for you to say something like that."

After all, honest people always get benefits.

"I live here alone. It's a bit small, and it's still a corner house, but you can still see Muggle Street, and you can see the highest point of Gringotts over there."

It was already a few hours later. Mary opened the curtains, and the warm sunlight came in. She was introducing the situation of the room she lived in briefly to Riddle, "Do you have a lot of things?"

He shook his head, "Just some books, I don't have many clothes."

Mary nodded, and asked hesitantly: "Do you think I'm casual? If I say that you are the first boyfriend I bring home, do you believe it or not?"

"And your ex-fiance." Riddle replied immediately.

"Merlin... don't mention him. I was still young and didn't understand anything. Not too long ago, there was a war again—when will the war stop! I have already suffered too much!" She rushed Muggle High Street yelled, but it was impossible to speak to Muggles outside in the Leaky Cauldron, so her anti-war proclamation could only be heard by Riddle.

"Indeed, a few years were wasted because of your impulse."

Forget about her dueling behavior, okay?

"I told you early on that I don't regret it," she puffed out her mouth.

Riddle nodded lightly and perfunctorily, indicating that he didn't bother to care about Mary's reckless operation. He walked towards her and decided to start with a kiss.

He was already much taller than her, and he had inherited his good looks, all the good things—not even his height.

He hugged her and kissed her punitively. He thought she was a little too lively today, although it wasn't too bad, but in short, he wanted to find an excuse for biting her lip?

He thought that his technique was more proficient, and it was he who drove her to continue to deepen, entangled with her tongue, and made subtle noises.

Riddle was excited, he could kiss her and do anything he wanted here.

Then, his hands gradually descended, groping under the green skirt, while Mary's legs twisted, her waist was slightly bent, and she kept her distance from him.

"Oh, Tom, you may have misunderstood it. I didn't mean it." Her heart beat faster, but she still refused rationally, "I think it's not suitable for us to do this now."

"You're starting to look like the same Mary you were before you asked me to come and live with you," Riddle let go of her, and he said gloomily, with an odd "you're bored again" mood, "but I'm With this meaning, what do you want me to do?"

"Hold it, don't think about it, or solve it by yourself." With a "so what" expression on her face, she said indifferently: "Have you never solved it yourself? I have to tell the truth, when I was in the barracks, those male soldiers often Gonna flirt with pretty female soldiers and then, ugh, you know."

Riddle looked disgusted, which Mary took to be disdainful of what she had said.

But he didn't actually think of this, because some of the memories rushed into his brain and were evoked by her words—some things he tried hard to forget, but he always flashed back unconsciously.

This is a story about a dream he had when he was 14 years old.

The girl in the dream was only wearing a thin suspender/belt/underwear/clothes/skirt, her fair body was covered by it, looming.

He'd never realized he was interested in that, and he'd told her so even then.

He was shocked by this strange thought, and at the same time his body was extremely excited.When Riddle woke up, he needed a change of underwear.

This is too bad.

He thought it was just a mistake, but after that, he had one of the few such experiences.He would always think of her soft blond hair sweeping lazily across her shoulder straps, and quicken her hands.

Until he releases with a gasp, she will be on his mind.

Thinking about it now, he really wasted several years.

Of course Mary wouldn't know what he was thinking, no one knew what he was thinking.

"No, are you going to teach me?"

He flatly denied it.

The author has something to say: This chapter is super fat, it's already super powerful, you guys.

Mary and Tom are in a relationship, so it gets a little more lively.

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