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His Glowing Reputation
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HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
10,302
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The Mirror Passage
Extraho: it's true, I don't think I ever read a fic where Riddle gets detention!
Sheherazade:…Yes Riddle was a very disturbed young man, wasn’t he? And, because of his huge ego and narcissism, he certainly will react strangely to the alternative to detention, caning.
There will be more up very soon…Thanks for reviewing.
Later that day, Tom spied Celeste making her way towards him as he neared the Slytherin Common Room from the opposite direction.
Celeste practically screamed the castle down with excitement, “TOM! TOM!” She sounded at once like an obsessed fan girl and as if she was about to be bludgeoned to death by an ax-murderer. The later, she did not know was actually possible with him!
Riddle smiled mechanically, at Celeste as she came closer, wrapping her arms around him, hugging herself against his broad chest lightly, and then standing on tiptoe to kiss him on his full lips.
“How was your day?”
"Oh, absolutely brilliant," he scoffed.
“What happened?” Celeste asked quizzically, raising her feathery eyebrows.
“Well…the old fool Dumbledore gave me detention,” Riddle answered in a low voice. Then as an afterthought he added, “You’re not to say a word to anyone, Celeste.”
“I won’t, I swear. I wouldn’t want to, Tom….But why would he-?”
Answering quickly Riddle said imperiously, “Because he can’t keep his crooked nose out of my private affairs. Dumbledore gave me detention as an excuse to meddle in everything I do.”
As they conversed, they made their way to a concealed secret passageway on the fourth floor, behind a wall, that was a mirror. Only a very few of the students in the school had ever discovered this passage.
The two slipped into the secret room, as if it was the barrier at platform nine-and-three-quarters. Celeste was feeling very upset for her “boyfriend’s” prospects. She knew he enjoyed his perfect record and now it was being put in jeopardy.
Once inside the secret passageway behind the mirror, Riddle fixed his eyes with a hard stare onto Celeste. She felt her mind spinning. Celeste did not know that the magic was legilimency, yet she was becoming mutinous, angry over her confusion.
“Stop! You’re doing that weird thing again!….Why must you…play with my mind every time, Tom?!”
After Riddle had scanned the experiences at the forefront of her mind for that day, he said, “Because I do it every chance I get. You understand, Celeste. You know how powerful I am, the greatest sorcerer.”
He edged closer to her as if it was a seductive move and Celeste, instinctively backed away until she was against the wall opposite the mirror entrance.
Riddle suddenly grabbed a taut fistful of her scalp of dirty-blonde hair, forcing her to look straight up at him. He smiled something maniacal, yet almost bestial. In eagerness, his lips started brushing her neck roughly and then he was pulling her robes off.
She pushed him back, and screamed, “We need to talk! Before we start getting physical.”
Of course, he had already taken her today. Though she did not know it as her memory had been expertly modified. Riddle instantly restrained himself. Yet his white teeth bared.
“Fine, Celeste. Speak to your heart’s content. I’m listening,” Riddle said, laying the charm on.
Celeste took a deep breath then began, “We’ve been going together for two weeks. But I don’t feel you’re close to me, Tom. I still feel like you’re a paradox. An intimate stranger.”
Riddle laughed a heartless laugh at Celeste’s Ravenclaw mind. Thinking how she always has to overanalyze things.
“You know what I need to hear…so tell me,” Celeste said, in a soft, breathy whisper. She was no longer angry, just expecting something special that she wanted from him.
She waited expectantly for Riddle to respond, “We’ll have more time alone next week after I finish something being organized in my cult. You know, you've heard of it? The Dark Order. But for now…why not just switch from the talking and get straight to my desire for sexual domination, my-”
Celeste shook her head violently and in one second she had slapped Tom Riddle as hard as she could across his handsome face. Celeste had wanted to hear Riddle say that he loved her.
She was going to explain what she wanted, when she in his eyes a red gleam that flashed like a bolt of lightning. She surmised that he was terribly angry that she had hit him. Before she could think, Celeste was dashing out the mirror passage and back along the corridor.
Riddle stayed rooted to the spot, clutching his hollow cheek, somewhat confused as to why Celeste had slapped him.
Sheherazade:…Yes Riddle was a very disturbed young man, wasn’t he? And, because of his huge ego and narcissism, he certainly will react strangely to the alternative to detention, caning.
There will be more up very soon…Thanks for reviewing.
Later that day, Tom spied Celeste making her way towards him as he neared the Slytherin Common Room from the opposite direction.
Celeste practically screamed the castle down with excitement, “TOM! TOM!” She sounded at once like an obsessed fan girl and as if she was about to be bludgeoned to death by an ax-murderer. The later, she did not know was actually possible with him!
Riddle smiled mechanically, at Celeste as she came closer, wrapping her arms around him, hugging herself against his broad chest lightly, and then standing on tiptoe to kiss him on his full lips.
“How was your day?”
"Oh, absolutely brilliant," he scoffed.
“What happened?” Celeste asked quizzically, raising her feathery eyebrows.
“Well…the old fool Dumbledore gave me detention,” Riddle answered in a low voice. Then as an afterthought he added, “You’re not to say a word to anyone, Celeste.”
“I won’t, I swear. I wouldn’t want to, Tom….But why would he-?”
Answering quickly Riddle said imperiously, “Because he can’t keep his crooked nose out of my private affairs. Dumbledore gave me detention as an excuse to meddle in everything I do.”
As they conversed, they made their way to a concealed secret passageway on the fourth floor, behind a wall, that was a mirror. Only a very few of the students in the school had ever discovered this passage.
The two slipped into the secret room, as if it was the barrier at platform nine-and-three-quarters. Celeste was feeling very upset for her “boyfriend’s” prospects. She knew he enjoyed his perfect record and now it was being put in jeopardy.
Once inside the secret passageway behind the mirror, Riddle fixed his eyes with a hard stare onto Celeste. She felt her mind spinning. Celeste did not know that the magic was legilimency, yet she was becoming mutinous, angry over her confusion.
“Stop! You’re doing that weird thing again!….Why must you…play with my mind every time, Tom?!”
After Riddle had scanned the experiences at the forefront of her mind for that day, he said, “Because I do it every chance I get. You understand, Celeste. You know how powerful I am, the greatest sorcerer.”
He edged closer to her as if it was a seductive move and Celeste, instinctively backed away until she was against the wall opposite the mirror entrance.
Riddle suddenly grabbed a taut fistful of her scalp of dirty-blonde hair, forcing her to look straight up at him. He smiled something maniacal, yet almost bestial. In eagerness, his lips started brushing her neck roughly and then he was pulling her robes off.
She pushed him back, and screamed, “We need to talk! Before we start getting physical.”
Of course, he had already taken her today. Though she did not know it as her memory had been expertly modified. Riddle instantly restrained himself. Yet his white teeth bared.
“Fine, Celeste. Speak to your heart’s content. I’m listening,” Riddle said, laying the charm on.
Celeste took a deep breath then began, “We’ve been going together for two weeks. But I don’t feel you’re close to me, Tom. I still feel like you’re a paradox. An intimate stranger.”
Riddle laughed a heartless laugh at Celeste’s Ravenclaw mind. Thinking how she always has to overanalyze things.
“You know what I need to hear…so tell me,” Celeste said, in a soft, breathy whisper. She was no longer angry, just expecting something special that she wanted from him.
She waited expectantly for Riddle to respond, “We’ll have more time alone next week after I finish something being organized in my cult. You know, you've heard of it? The Dark Order. But for now…why not just switch from the talking and get straight to my desire for sexual domination, my-”
Celeste shook her head violently and in one second she had slapped Tom Riddle as hard as she could across his handsome face. Celeste had wanted to hear Riddle say that he loved her.
She was going to explain what she wanted, when she in his eyes a red gleam that flashed like a bolt of lightning. She surmised that he was terribly angry that she had hit him. Before she could think, Celeste was dashing out the mirror passage and back along the corridor.
Riddle stayed rooted to the spot, clutching his hollow cheek, somewhat confused as to why Celeste had slapped him.