[HP] Tom next door to Mary

"Tom, sometimes I don't know what's in your head."

Mary jumped over his advance and turned, but he didn't miss her blushing.

Her arm was pressed against the window sill made of bluestone, and she protruded slightly forward from the window, "You are a genius, this is a recognized thing. I can't understand your books even if I look at the names, and you study by yourself The ones - are you going to publish a paper - oh, I digress, that is, you seem to know everything, you will please people if you want, but you sometimes have basic emotions, and common sense But you don't know anything, and you've always been like this, which is very strange."

Riddle couldn't say he was disappointed, after all, if she said yes, he would feel that someone must have cast a spell on her.

He also leaned against the side of the window frame next to her, watching her silently, the sun carelessly spread on most of his body, dyeing his pale face with a yellow color.

At this moment, the fine hairs on his skin, a small mole on the edge of the jawbone are very vivid.

"The feelings you are talking about are...the so-called love?" He said slowly, "There is also common sense, I understand what you mean, but unfortunately, you said that I don't understand, it just so happens that I understand this, and even potions can't understand it. You know - love potions can make people get close, go crazy, say I love you sticky words, and then have sex/love in the dark, and lead to pregnancy and all kinds of troublesome things."

This is too extreme, Mary complained.

"No, no, your theory is wrong, Tom. The love potion does not produce love, but a feeling of infatuation." These potions are often sold in the witch magazines that Mary ordered, but she thinks they are very unreliable.

"Oh, yes, this time I admit that you are right. This will not produce love at all," he said, with blue veins on his forehead, obviously angry. "The effect of the potion is over, and the infatuation is natural." It also disappeared."

"What are you losing your temper with?" Mary stretched out her hand to hold his wrist, Riddle subconsciously wanted to shake it off, but paused again, and he didn't know what mental struggle he had, so he let her hold him.

Mary didn't understand his allusion, and continued: "It just so happens that I don't know much about this, we can learn together. Merlin, this is just a dream! You see, we have known each other since we were young, and our relationship is very close. No, in the end, you like me, I chose you! Like fate!"

Riddle wanted to refute this naive speech, what learning to love, liking her is like fate, the logic is simply ridiculous.

"You are not allowed to speak!" Mary hurriedly covered his mouth, "You must say something frustrating!"

Riddle pulled Mary's palm off expressionlessly, "What do you do next?"

He suddenly became pragmatic, "Can't we continue what we just did?"

"Why are you still thinking about it? Didn't you just dislike sex/love? It's all from your own mouth!"

"But on another level, human beings will always look for a partner and solve their desires." He took her into his arms again, bent down slightly, and pressed his forehead lightly against hers, "OK?"

"...No, Tom, I'm not ready yet." Her voice became quieter, as if recalling something from the past, and after about half a minute, she said again: "Are you hungry? You can already eat It's dinner time, let's go downstairs."

Now Riddle also felt that his explanation was too bad.

They walked from the guest room to the front hall along the wooden stairs - as a famous place, the decoration of the Leaky Cauldron is too shabby, small and dark.

The owner of the bar is also named Tom. If there is no accident, he should only be a little bit taller than Mary. He is not tall and hunchbacked, but he is a nice guy, which is one of the reasons why this is a bar where most people stay.

There is another most important reason: there is everything here.

Gnomes, ghosts, goblins and even hags.

But investigating the identity of the visitor is not their main purpose—

"Would you like a drink?" Tom beckoned to Mary, "You and the boy next to you."

"Have some of what I usually order, as well as ice hockey whiskey, thank you, Tom!" Mary responded, and asked Riddle again: "What do you want? His food here is quite delicious."

Whether it was because the bar owner called him "Boy" or because Mary called him "Tom," Riddle was very depressed.

The bar owner flicked his wand lightly, and several plates of brightly colored food flew from the back kitchen to the table where they were sitting.

The wine glass that had been cast with the floating spell slowly came up at the end, and a piece of ice automatically rolled into a circle in the whiskey.

"I can give you a drink secretly." Mary joked with him, "Alcohol with a higher concentration is still not suitable for minors."

"Do you think I'll find this funny?" Riddle snorted coldly, lowered his head and concentrated on his dinner, ignoring her.

"I just want to liven up the atmosphere," Mary took a sip of her wine and put the glass aside. "You are always sullen when you are with me. I want to find a topic that we are both interested in, even if I read all the newspapers." Well, you also look like you lack interest."

And Riddle's response was only to tap his fingers on the table, "Eat yours."

Mary sighed dissatisfied, picked up the fork and began to stir the food, and heard his clear voice from the opposite side: "... Quidditch?"

"So you like Quidditch, don't you?" Mary's eyes smiled like crescents, "I like Quidditch too!"

"Average." Riddle regretted bringing up such a topic.

"When I was in the first grade, my wish was to be on the school team!" Her green eyes were shining brightly in the dim little bar, "But I never had the chance to touch Quidditch after that, I was too busy Already!"

"Hufflepuff's school team." Riddle smiled contemptuously, "Your college still needs to be selected? Don't you randomly select a few from the audience every time?"

"Oh, Tom, you are too vicious. Of course we want to win the championship, but we just enjoy it more." Mary snorted, "And, in my third year, Hufflepuff beat Slater Lin's, or twice!"

Riddle snorted, "That's really..." He put the bacon into his mouth, chewed it slowly before opening his mouth, "It's impressive."

"Just satirize others. Let me see, you can't even play Quidditch yourself." Mary rolled her eyes.

"Don't make judgments, Mary."

"So you know how to play? That's great, let's play when school starts! I can borrow a simple training device from the school team, and you can see whether Slytherin is better or Hufflepuff is better. It's better." She patted her chest confidently, raised her wine glass and took a sip, and then coughed continuously because of the acridity of the wine.

"Then you will be disappointed." Riddle felt that she was funny from the bottom of his heart, resting one arm on the table, shaking the fork with the other hand, inserting/inserting into another piece of dish, lowering his head and waiting for her objection.

But those expected objections did not come. He found that Mary was a little drunk. She just sat across from her with an innocent expression, and all the light in her eyes focused on him.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Mary standing up, slowly and lightly moving to Riddle's side, her hands imitating trumpets, close to his ears, whispering: "Impossible."

Riddle flinched subconsciously, and no one noticed the redness of his ears.

He lowered his eyelids, pursed his lips and said in displeasure, "Why do you speak in such a low voice?"

"Because... I don't know, because my head is dizzy." She approached him in the same posture again, but she couldn't figure out why, and sat beside him with a decadent expression.

"You're drunk." Riddle took out a few coins from his pocket and spread them on the table, "It's time to go back."

In order to prevent her from doing anything strange again, Riddle grabbed her arm and walked back, until he stopped at the deepest part of the guest room corridor, fumbled in her skirt pocket and took out the key, and returned to the room where only the two of them were left. quiet room.

Once away from the hustle and bustle, Riddle seemed to have turned back into that gloomy boy again. He sat on the bed at first, trying to grab Mary over, but the latter seemed to be really not sober, lying on the corner of the bed stupidly watching Looking at him, as if struggling with something.

"What do you want to do? Are you learning puppies there?" Riddle's legs were casually resting on the side of the bed, and he reached out to her, "Come here, Mary."

"...Then say something nice to Hufflepuff." She clasped the edge of the bed with her hands, her eyes sparkling, "You can't always say those things..."

He raised his eyebrows, and resolutely fulfilled Mary's little wish, "Hufflepuff, a well-meaning, indispensable, and very loyal house... Come and talk, Mary."

Riddle let Mary sit on his lap, held her face in one hand and kissed her, and fermented in the concentration of whiskey together.With his other hand he pulled her blouse out of her skirt, stroking the stretch where the elastic had crawled on her skin.

His hands climbed up to the plastic buttons of the prototypes, and he was about to rip them open.

Just then, as if suddenly sober, Mary moved away from his kiss and breathed heavily like a rescued drowning man.

"No, Tom! You can't—"

"Why?" He thought she would be easier to deal with now.

"Because... I can't..." She said angrily, "I can't do this..."

"That's no reason, Mary." He held her tightly to prevent her from going, but Mary struggled so hard that she fell on the bed.

Her face hummed a few words towards the quilt, as if she was immersed in alcohol again.

He leaned on the bed with one leg bent, turned her over effortlessly, patted her face, "Speak, Mary."

"Because...because, because I'm so ugly..."

The muscles of Riddle's brow frowned, and he never thought it was because of this.

Besides, he's seen it, and he doesn't think it's ugly.

"No one ever said that." He poked her in the face.

"You said it!" Mary's voice grew louder, and she hammered Riddle's chest angrily, "You said—'You don't think I want to see your body? No one likes you when you're naked '! That's what you said!"

Is it still his reason?

He thought of her boggart that he had seen in the school hospital, and he knew that she had lived her life carefully and on thin ice for many years.

He should feel half guilty, but unfortunately, this actually made Riddle happier.

Merlin!Mary will always remember her pain!Love is stupid!But it is real and permanent!

"Then I have to apologize to you again, Mary." He looked normal, even showing a little shame that could be caught, "I have changed."

"And now I have a scar on my waist, I think it's ugly, but the scar cream I bought doesn't work, it stays there like a black magic residue..." She whispered, "Also, I always Yes, you will think of this sentence... I was only 15 years old at the time, and you have to take responsibility for this sentence."

"Then what do you want me to do? You slapped me and scolded me severely." Riddle felt that this kind of pleasure came from the heart, and the only thing was that he was a little uncomfortable, "Then I was my 11-year-old me, and now we think different things."

"That means we're always hurting each other." Mary turned her head to one side. "However, I feel better after saying it."

"Forget it, Mary." He took her hand and induced her to lean down again. "We've got to look ahead, don't we? Can you feel, do you think, whom it's serving? "

He took off the belt around his waist.

"Now, I'm crazy about your body, Mary."

Mary's face flushed again, and she stammered, "But I'm still terrified, and it doesn't feel right... It's not something that's going to come off anytime soon."

"It's okay, Mary, I will respect you, you can do it whenever you want. If you are dissatisfied with me in your heart, you can keep this dissatisfaction." He has always liked others to fear him, and it is easier to excite him when it acts on Mary. , she must have felt its beating, and instantly withdrew her hand.

"I'm trying to be empathetic." He pulled her hand back, leaned forward, and kissed her again, while the other hand moved down to cover the bump on her body, "Mary, You know, well, it couldn't have happened without your help."

At this time, the sound of his heavy breathing could be heard quietly in the room.

Fragments of Riddle's fragmented memory finally became reality.

Until the gasp/breath is suppressed into the kiss.

The author has something to say: no that no that! ! !

写的时候我在想，这两个人谈恋爱也太腻歪了......感谢在2020-10-0706:25:56~2020-10-0920:57:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Boston Tea Party_2; Blood Wing Ye, Sanjiu, justwe, Mushroom Head 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Maolin Xiuzhu; 2 bottles of Sanjiu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!