[HP] Tom next door to Mary

It was December [-], and Mary's belly was slightly swollen, but because it was winter, people wore thick clothes, and wizards' clothes were always loose, she couldn't be recognized as a pregnant woman at a glance.

She grabbed a few balls of snow from the stone steps and kneaded them together, squeezed a shapeless snowman, put it back on the stone steps, and cast a little magic with her wand to make it walk up and down on the steps.

After completing a series of childlike actions, he entered the house.

"I didn't know you left work so early today."

Mary was quite surprised.Because when she opened the door, she saw Riddle sitting on the sofa, reading with a book in one hand.

There was a faint smile on his lips, which was not a good mood that could be formed after getting off work early.But this made her even more curious - what good happened to him?

"Oh, you're back."

Riddle put the book in his hands aside, stood up and walked towards Mary, his steps were brisk, and he reached out to take her coat.

He even hummed a tune softly, and helped her pat the snowflakes that were about to melt on her coat without any effort.

"What song is that?" Mary thought it was amused, because this is another phenomenon that Riddle seldom appeared - after Riddle hummed a song when he was a child, he was despised by Mary, and he never heard him come up with any tactful songs. tone.

"You don't understand, Mary," he finished his ditty, probably recalling how Mary had mocked him in the past.

Of course, Riddle didn't intend to share his affairs with Mary, but he couldn't resist the other her's various inquiries, so he had to share a part of the happiness that should have been exclusive.

"Okay, okay, you can use your little head to think about it." He rubbed the corners of his eyes that couldn't stop beating because of happiness, helped her take off her scarf again, and put it on his arm casually, He began to carefully sway around her waist, as if dancing.

"Don't you think our life is a bit boring now, my dear." He took her hand and took her to the sofa, put his arm around her shoulder and said to her, "Well... that is, I I have now been given a chance to reach my ultimate goal, although I am not ready yet, but I know I will one day, and soon - I don't need to guide anyone along my footsteps to accomplish something Things, think about it, Mary, I am already the last descendant of Slytherin, yes, yes, it is what I told you in Albania before."

"You won't forget that I have your flesh and blood in my stomach?" Mary was confused by his words, and she could only grasp the main points she thought, "Oh my God, so Christopher is also from Slytherin?" Descendants? Then what to do, I still think he should go to Hufflepuff in the future."

Fuck Hufflepuff!Riddle, who drew a blueprint that only he could understand in his heart, immediately started targeting other academies——

"There's no way he could be in Hufflepuff. Slytherin is his only possibility."

"I'm still Hufflepuff! He's halfway to Hufflepuff!" Not to be outdone, Mary said, "Just wait and see, I'll teach him Hufflepuff songs as soon as he's born! It is impossible for you to do this, Tom, because your singing level is only suitable for you, the Hogwarts school song!"

Riddle was insulted.

You see, Mary remembers it better than he does himself!

Why does she always say things that make him unhappy?Mary, Mary, does this put you above Voldemort?

He really wants to get out of here quickly, with his treasures - something that can represent himself: intelligent, shrewd, hardworking - he doesn't need Mary and her womb to disturb her nerve stuff.

"Well, that's right. I knitted a scarf for you, do you want to try it?" Seeing that Riddle was silent, Mary felt that she had poked his childhood embarrassment, so she wanted to divert his attention.

"Also."

——Well, even though Mary's perverted character is unbearable, he still needs as long as possible to prepare and pretend to be an ordinary person for as long as possible.

So he got a dark green scarf, which still smelled faintly of new wool.

"I originally wanted to put this scarf under the Christmas tree, but I couldn't help it. I want to show you now. What do you think?" Mary adjusted the scarf around his neck, and there were still green threads between the scarves. With silver thread, it had a Slytherin house flavor, which made Riddle think she was woven according to their school's house flag.

"Nice knitting, Mary." He felt that he should compliment her, so as to save him from annoying him by asking some repetitive questions.

"That's all." Mary spread her hands and showed him the small wounds, "Here, they're all wounded."

He tore off the scarf and held her hands, "Then let me see."

But in fact, he didn't care much about her wound that barely left any traces. He raised his hands so that they rested on her shoulders, and began to unbutton her chest.

Before it was over, he immediately grabbed her thigh, pulled it towards him, lifted it up, and let her wrap around his waist in a cross style.

The blouse was completely messed up, but he reached in from the bottom, skimming every soft part of her, making the fabric all squeezed together.

"Come on, Tom." She giggled, trying to pull her dress back into place.

"I just want to keep warm, isn't that okay?" Riddle lowered his head, biting and sucking on it.

"Hmm...is it cold in this room?" Mary blushed and ran her fingers into his black hair, "I'm not cold at all."

"Yeah, you're very warm." He raised his head, left a kiss on her lips, and stroked slowly from top to bottom with his palm, making Mary have to follow his rhythm.

His fingers finally rested on her swollen belly, scratching slightly.

So warm that he wanted to cut her open from the inside, to study how she made light and heat.

How are her organs different?

Is her vocal tract hallucinogenic, or is that beating heart a fierce vampire capable of gulping down more blood?

He began to look forward to their crystallization. May I ask him, what kind of product can Voldemort, an extraordinary savior, combine with such a little monster?

Well, it's a bit early to say this, this little thing has another seven months to go down from Mary's body... um...

"Mary, what do you feel again?" His palm had just come down, and he saw the snake he carved for her swim to the front and open its bloody mouth greedily, even though it was just a string of bones , "It's too simple to get you excited, you are really a pervert."

"No, Tom, your words are really ugly!" Mary twisted her body, and happened to increase the strength between her legs, "I'm pregnant, it's hormone secretion, of course I'd like to—besides, it seems like you don't want to of."

She touched his place and said aggrievedly: "You are so cunning, Tom, you always talk about me first."

"Then to express my apology, should I meet your needs, you can say yes or no." He kissed her cheek rewardingly, "Use another method."

"I--"

Mary didn't know how to answer him, maybe she felt ashamed of being led by the nose in the face of desire, and she wanted to defend herself.

But at this moment, the doorbell rang.

"I'll open the door!"

Excuses popped up.Mary hurried away from him, arranged her clothes indiscriminately, and put on her overcoat to cover up her disheveled appearance.

However, the person at the door was something she had never seen before, with long hair and an unfriendly face.Her first reaction was to glance at Riddle before she said to the long-haired young man, "What's the matter?"

"Is Tom Riddle home?"

He has a straight face and a flat voice.

"Ah, what can you do with him?"

Mary asked, half holding on to the door frame.

"So he's not at home?" The long-haired man was still serious, and he took out his Ministry of Magic work card to prove his identity, "We are here to investigate a murder case, about Mr. Riddle."

"What?! Sir, a murder case?! What happened?" She glanced at Riddle hurriedly, and saw him arranging his clothes as if nothing had happened, with one hand grabbing his hair, with a bad expression, but he was not unfamiliar at all. What people say interferes.

He didn't even want to get up from the sofa.

"Hey, Walker, can you stop being so scary?" A familiar voice sounded, and Mary saw a big hand resting on the long-haired man's shoulder, revealing a familiar red-haired head. At this time, he was also a little surprised— —

"Mary!"

It was Ignatius.

The red head looked between the house number and Mary again and again, finally rubbed his frozen red hands, and let out a cloud of white gas: "Hi, Mary."

"What kind of murder, does it have anything to do with Tom?"

She cares more about this.

"Mary, why are you here-oh, don't worry, it's okay, it's just that a murder happened today, and the murderer has been arrested, but some small details need to be supplemented by Mr. Riddle." Igne Hughes scratched his red hair and said with a smile: "It's scary. An old house elf poisoned himself and served his mistress all his life."

"Well, Tom..." What does this have to do with it?

"Mr. Prewett, do you need my cooperation?" Riddle appeared next to her at some point, pushed her shoulders away, and faced the people from the Ministry of Magic.

"Well—Mary, are you here to visit the Riddle's house?" Ignatius also began to ask a digression.

"She doesn't care about that, she's pregnant now." Riddle replied immediately, "Also, if Mr. Prewett's eyesight is normal, you should be able to see that the house number says Riddle's house."

"Is that so... Well, that's right, let's get down to business, that's, it's like this..." Ignatius' face changed, he began to hesitate, and finally he was still standing next to him. The long-haired man in the office made things clear.

A regular customer of Borginbock's shop is found dead at home after Riddle's visit, and the Ministry of Magic has pinpointed the murderer—Hokey, the house-elf, who mistakenly put poison in her mistress's evening cocoa tea.

Now, they just want to find Riddle, tell them what happened at that time, and complete the details of the case, then they can end it.

The long-haired man also said that he asked Riddle to say as quickly as possible that they wanted to get off work quickly.

Mary breathed a sigh of relief, she almost thought that Riddle had gotten into some trouble.But Bojinbok Store is really domineering, and Riddle needs to run everywhere, and that's right, Riddle's face has also brought them a lot of benefits.

Thinking of this, Mary felt a little tastey.

"Mary, congratulations on your marriage."

It was Ignatius who said that, he whispered to her while Riddle was talking to the long-haired man.

"Thank you, how are you and your betrothed? How's it going?" Mary has been very negotiating with Ignatius, like they've never been in a relationship.

"Ha, it might be soon." Ignatius said relaxedly, "I didn't expect you to get married so soon."

"But I've always wanted to get married, though I never thought it was Tom," answered Mary, smiling.

"Then—" Ignatius wanted to ask something else, but the long-haired man interrupted him.

"Hey, Iger, it's time for work, go back and finish the report and get off work!"

He could only say polite words to Mary again, congratulations on the marriage, took another look at Riddle, and left with his colleagues.

And Riddle, who was watching them go away at the door of the house, suddenly sneered, he didn't know what aspect of the matter he was mocking, and then said to Mary: "What were you talking about just now?"

"Excuse me, he also congratulated me on getting married!" Mary cheerfully recounted their conversation briefly.

"He better be." He said coldly.

Mary tilted her head to look at his expression, and suddenly remembered what Ignatius said before: Riddle must have liked her before, and she thought it was funny, so she teased him with one of the most common words in love: "Tom, Since when did you like me?"

"You're so boring, Mary." Riddle didn't bother to answer her, he didn't need to think about this kind of mental retardation.

"Wow, I thought of it, you don't like me since you were young, you kissed me when you were young, no way, Tom, you like being beaten by me!"

It's still the kind with a bruised nose and a swollen face!Bleeding!

He found her annoying and decided to divert her attention—a little snowman walking on the stone steps that she made by kicking it over.

"Hey, Tom! Are you sick?"

Sure enough, Mary's mind was diverted. She knelt down and looked at her shattered snowman, "Don't send your anger to the snowman!"

"Then I kick you?" Riddle waved his hand, and the magic kicked up the ball of snow and hit Mary on the face.

"Crazy!" She scolded him and entered the room, "It will only make people unhappy! You can make others happy and ignore me!"

Riddle pretended not to hear, and glanced at the weather. It was snowing, but it was not cold.Maybe it's because of his big victory in all aspects today, which made his heart burn even more, which made him laugh out loud.

"It's not dark yet, do you want to buy a Christmas tree?" He asked as he rushed into the house.

In less than ten seconds, Mary, who was fully armed, ran out with her newly knitted dark green scarf, and quickly put it around Riddle's neck, almost making Riddle think she was going to strangle him to death.

"Okay, let's go!"

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