[HP] Tom next door to Mary

A month ago, she would never have believed that this would happen—she was sharing the same bed with Tom Riddle, a Hogwarts student with a bad relationship.

"Mary."

The person she was thinking of suddenly called her name softly, which made her subconsciously respond to him, only to realize that he didn't even open his eyes.

She approached him, leaving a rustling sound in the quilt.

"Are you talking in your sleep?" She asked softly, "Aren't you awake?"

Riddle didn't reply to her, but exhaled heavily from his nasal cavity.

"You dreamed of me." Mary smiled silently, raised her hand and carefully plucked the broken hair on his forehead, "will you call me by my name like that in your dream?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was pulled into his arms by him, with his five fingers firmly wrapped around her waist.

"Mary, do you find yourself annoying?" Riddle slowly opened his eyes, his gloomy face telling her that he was having a fit of getting up.

She put her hands on his chest and said, "That's not what you said last night."

Riddle didn't show any attitude on the surface, but closed his eyes again, turned his head slightly, and buried half of his face in the pillow.

"You're pretending not to hear, Tom." Mary is not a casual person in this regard, "You can't do this, you have to apologize to me, and then say something nice to make me happy."

Riddle, however, was unmoved.

"Then let me go." Mary curled her lips, thinking that she was making fun of herself, she twisted her body and found something, and said again, "Tom, don't pretend to be asleep."

Suddenly, Riddle beside her turned over and stood up, while Mary under him was still at a loss with her hands in the previous position.The next second, Riddle tugged at one of her arms and pulled her to the other side, so her back was facing him.

Fortunately, this movement was on the bed, otherwise she would definitely fall in pain.

"What do you mean?!" Mary didn't know why, half of her face sank into the mattress.She felt Riddle's palm grabbing the back of her neck, slowly rubbing her fingertips, making her itchy.

She heard the sound of wooden sticks being lightly touched, and afterward, her nightgown was lifted up by him. It wasn't too cold in the summer morning, and the cotton white old-style nightgown was lifted up to bring some slight wind, which It also made her extra vigilant.

"Don't—" Before she finished speaking, something even worse happened—Riddle's index finger hooked the edge of her panties, and pulled it down until she felt his finger rubbing against hers sensitively. at the ravine.

"Tom Riddle!" She protested, feeling Riddle's wand rest against her waist and move down the bone, "Underage—"

Her mouth was tightly covered by him, and she heard him getting angry, "Don't fucking mention underage all the time! No! Outside of school! Use magic!"

Don't fucking keep saying the word underage to him!

"Mary, do you think they can handle me? Have you counted how many times I've used it, asking again and again, that I should really pry your head open to see what else you can teach other than these words? You find Higher than mine - 'I'm older than you, Tom', right? But you're still lying under me with no chance of fighting back, am I right? Huh?" He was completely enraged , spoke in a rough voice, and the sound of breathing was very clear in the room. His hand holding the wand was shaking with anger, and he was reciting the spell silently, trying to add all his anger to it.

And the only answer to him was whimpering—this was too painful, as if something had grown out of the bone, spreading the flesh and expanding wildly.

She pinched his arm to let him feel her pain, although it was far less than she had to bear.

This pleased him to a great extent, and the movements of his hands were lighter, but Mary had no energy to fight, it was too painful, and she suspected that Riddle had cast the Unforgivable Curse on her.

But soon, the things in her place stopped growing, and the pain also disappeared, but she hadn't reacted to the severe pain just now, curled up into a ball, trembling slightly.

Riddle looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. He carved his own mark on a hidden part of Mary's body. He reached out to touch that piece of skin, but she slapped him back hard.

He stopped losing his temper, lay face up on the side, stared at Mary for a while, thought for a moment, "Mary—"

At this time, Mary should have come to her senses. She threw herself in front of him, pinched his neck with her hands, and said through gritted teeth, "Tom, you're out of your mind!"

Riddle put his arms casually on both sides, looked at her red eyes, and smiled instead of anger, "Mary, this is a mark, and I will engrave it on you, which means you are mine."

"Am I an item? Mark it and it's yours?!"

"Then try harder." Riddle said indifferently, he concluded that Mary would not do this, and sure enough, Mary was just putting on a show.

He laughed again, with a little evil.He opened his arms, and embraced Mary again, with a little force, and let them cling to each other again.He rubbed against her neck and took a deep breath.

"Mary, plus just now, I apologize to you."

"roll."

"Then I'm saying something nice, would you like it?"

Now he has enough patience again.

"Go away."

But Mary didn't.

"You like it, kiss." He ignored her command, pressed his lips against her, and tightened his arms again, "And hugs."

"Don't you like it?" Mary's focus was shifted at this time, "Many times you kissed me first and hugged me."

"Ah, we like it." He hugged her with one hand instead, raised the other hand to gently wipe the teardrops in the corner of her eyes, the tip of his tongue crossed the white teeth and entangled with hers, but it wasn't long before, She got away with it, because his reaction was still...obvious.

She diverted his attention and asked, "What the hell did you put on it? It hurts so much! Can it be removed?"

"No, it's black magic." Riddle said frankly.

"You're a fucking bastard!" she cursed again, rolling off him, lifting a bit of her nightgown, and turning her head to look back.

"What are you doing? Are you proving your charm?" Riddle was still very uncomfortable. He reached out to help her lift her skirt a little more, but was slapped by Mary again.

"The interpretation is good," Mary became annoyed, "I'm looking at what you've done with your aesthetics."

"Then take off your skirt."

"Didn't I say that I don't want to—you're right, I'll go to the bathroom." Mary got off the bed, picked up a pair of slippers and walked to the bathroom.

Riddle scolded himself for being too talkative, and immediately heard a scream coming from the bathroom.

"Tom, go to hell!"

Mary rushed out in a hurry, pointed at him and said: "What is this?! A skeleton snake?! It moves! Now it's going to follow me forever?! It's disgusting!"

"Then what do you want, I can add some more." After Riddle said casually, he was greeted by Mary with a pillow, cursing the swear words he learned from the military camp.

"I was too careless! You go home now! Who knows that you won't carve something for me in other places!"

"Maybe not." Riddle hugged a pillow and said slowly, ignoring Mary's order to evict her as before.

"...Why don't you engrave it on yourself?!" As long as he felt uncomfortable, she pointed to Riddle's hand and asked, "What is the ring on your hand?"

"I've been carrying it for a long time." He looked like a victim, "You're too good at observing, aren't you?"

"Who said that, I've seen it a long time ago!" She put one knee on the bed, climbed to Riddle's side, and approached the diamond-shaped ring, "I thought this was the kind of flamboyance that everyone of your age has one Individual things, but now I think it's where you got the black magic equipment, don't you like this kind of thing?"

Riddle pushed her face. "Don't talk nonsense—what does Professor Slughorn like?"

"He should like pineapple cakes very much. He has liked pineapple cakes for many years. He liked them when he picked me up," Mary answered his question smoothly, "Don't change the subject! I'm asking you something!"

Riddle didn't speak, bent down to be level with her face, and asked the tip of her nose affectionately, "Mary, you are not angry now, don't keep a straight face."

"I'm not angry. Don't speculate on others." Mary said angrily and viciously.

But Riddle finds her quite likable at certain times of the day, like now.

"We have to make a rule that you can't always attack me with black magic." She leaned forward slightly like a small animal, putting her forehead against his.

"Well, you go on."

"Other magic doesn't work either." She added, "Can we get rid of the bad habit of attacking each other!"

"Oh, any more?"

"There's a lot more, I'll add more when I think of it!" She smiled and took the initiative to kiss her. Immediately, ambiguous voices echoed in the room again.

She went a little too far, stroking his waist with her fingers, and stretched in.

"Have you been patient for a long time, Tom?"

She saw Riddle's face stiffen, and an inaudible blush appeared on his pale skin.

"I'll help you." She held it there and made movements, while the other hand clasped his shoulder and continued to kiss him.

Then, the hand touching his shoulder slid down, groped in the pillow next to Riddle, and pulled out his wand.

She silently cast a spell on Riddle's arm, and Riddle pushed her directly onto the bed!

I saw him rolling up his pajamas and clutching his arm, which was bloody and smelled of burnt skin.

"Look quickly, look quickly! I engraved it!" Mary laughed out of breath, "Now add one more thing, I will retaliate, pain is mutual, Tom."

"Mary." With a look of sternness on his face, he straightened up extremely quickly and grabbed Mary's neck, restricting her range of activities, rubbed the blood on her arm on her face, and finally wiped it off with her pajamas, leaving He didn't care what came out, just dripped down his arm and onto her body.

The golden hair evoked a few drops of blood, and the blood stained on the pure white cloth was even more shocking.

"You carved your own name, didn't you?" He glanced at it nonchalantly. Coincidentally, it was the same hand that left the scar when Mary bit him.

"It's the whole sentence of 'belongs to Mary'." She was pinched by him and moaned a few times, still with a strange tone, "You like it."

Riddle sneered and said darkly, "You want me to fuck right now/You don't?"

This obviously made him more excited.

The author has something to say: Another overdone and crooked chapter. It took a long time and I was too busy. I spent a few days looking for the feeling, and I emphasize again that I will never cheat. By the way, I am Moriarty It's on the clip, it's great if you have time to pay attention to it and give a subscription.

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