Oh, boy! You couldn't wait to write in your new journal! Sure it looked ancient, but hey, it was free. You found it in the abandoned girl's bathroom inhabited by Myrtle, so obviously no one wanted it. You hummed to yourself as you opened it, sitting in the comforts of your desc. You opened the journal and began to write a new love story. Oh, it was going to be hot and juicy!
You chuckled as the story ended with the main heroine being kidnapped by her secret admirer, well, more like a stalker. You loved writing these short stories about troubled, misunderstood characters. It was a great brain exercise and an excellent hobby. However, to your surprise the ink disappeared as you finished the last sentence. What the hell? Maybe it's some sort of privacy charm? You shrugged your shoulders and closed the journal. It was getting late and you were gonna deal with the charm in the morning.
Hmm? What's this? How interesting. Tom Riddle chuckled as he read the story. It was obviously written by a horny teenager who believed in a ridiculous notion of love. However, they did have an interesting view on it. It seemed that they had a rather...unique taste in men. He snorted as he disregarded the story. How childish, wasting your time on such idiotic things. However, a nasty smirk crossed his lips as he began to think of a plan. Yes, that would be a lovely way to suck the energy right out of her and quite efficiently too. He already felt the girl's energy flowing through him. It was quite powerful since she put so much effort into her little erotic fanfiction. Tom chuckled to himself. This would definitely be more interesting than talking to Ginny. At least he'll have some fun with this one before she dies.
Tom decided to keep himself silent so that the girl would continue to write her smut. It's not like he enjoyed reading it, but she might stop writing altogether if she found out that he could read her stories.
You woke up early that morning in order to deal with the privacy charm on the diary. But to your surprise, you saw the ink on the pages as if they never disappeared. How odd. Maybe you were imagining things last night. Oh well. You shrugged your shoulders and decided to write another story for today. It was Saturday and homework could wait.
You bit your lip as you continued writing. This time it was about a possessive blood-thirsty vampire who fell in love with a human. However, the young woman was happily engaged to another man. Well, let's just say the vampire took care of him and forced the woman to be with him. She was his vampire bride and was literally incapable of disobeying him.
"You will love me and only me. You will cherish this gift of immortality and you will stay by my side forever," he spoke triumphantly as he observed her blood-thirsty eyes. She was kneeling in front of him as he set on his throne, hungrily sucking the blood he had offered.
"Yes, my Lord," she replied, unable to resist his influence.
Oh, it was just wonderful. You felt your body cover with goosebumps as you reread your story, loving the ending, loving the vampire's dominance and his wickedness.
"Oh, if only you were real, Sir William," you spoke with a blush on your face.
Inspiration took control of you and you began to draw him on the next page. Of course he was handsome, and dark, and sinister, and sexy, and irresistible. You giggled as the drawing was finally complete. It turned out quite well actually. You sighed in sadness. If only such men were real. You closed the journal, hiding it under your mattress, and went about your business.
Tom felt more powerful than before. This was proving to be a lot more efficient than simply chatting with Ginny and gaining her trust. He was curious about her new story, not its content but the reason of its power.
His lips curved into an amused smirk. What a naughty girl. She seemed to enjoy the worst kind of men, and she was definitely attracted to power. He couldn't blame her. Maybe she wasn't as pathetic as he had originally thought. He found himself chuckling at the picture of this Sir William. The girl definitely had a vivid imagination and skill. If only she didn't waste her valuable time writing such silly romance stories, but actually studying. Heh, as if he cared. All that mattered was that he was feeding off her energy.
That same evening you opened the journal to stare at the handsomely drawn Sir William. You sighed in bliss, unable to stop yourself from writing.
"Be my nightmare tonight." You closed the journal not noticing the ink sinking into the pages. You wanted Sir William to visit your dreams and ravish you until you begged him to stop.
Tom stared at your words, wondering if you knew of his existence. Of course not. If you did, you wouldn't be writing such perverted detailed stories in his journal. Other than that, this was a clear invitation. He smirked as a nasty plan entered his wicked brilliant mind. Would he be able to suck more energy out of you if he fulfilled your wish? He was willing to try.
Tom was able to leave the journal, his essence hovering over your sleeping form. He entered your untrained mind easily, invading your dream with his presence. He decided to take appearance of Sir William just to entertain himself even more. Her expression was priceless of course.
To Tom's surprise, you didn't fall head over heels for him the second you saw him. If anything you resisted his advances just like the main character in your story. How interesting. Could it be that you enjoyed being forced by a stronger dominating male? He bit his lip as he pinned you against the wall, staring into your blushing face.
"Do you like this?" he leaned closer to your ear as he spoke in such seductive dark voice, making your legs tremble. You shook your head no, looking away from him in embarrassment. "There's no point in resisting. Either way, I'll get what I want."
You squeaked as he roughly lifted you off the ground, pressing you harshly against the wall. His crotch was crushing against yours, and you could vividly feel his excitement through his trousers. He smirked down at you and leaned in to lick your neck. You couldn't hold back a moan as you felt fangs pierce your skin. You tried to struggle free, but your squirming only stimulated his groin, making him groan into your neck as he sucked away your juices. Pretending to be a vampire was proving to be quite amusing.
You suddenly woke up, breathing heavily, sweat covering your body. Oh, it was only a dream, but it felt so real. Your heart was beating wildly and you needed some time to calm down.
Tom was shaking his head, amused by this turn of events even more. Despite your dark erotic fantasies coming true, you managed to push him away from your consciousness. He was quite skilled in Legilimency, so you resistance showed the capabilities of your power. To say the least, Tom was a little impressed. You weren't just a horny teenage girl like he had thought. You actually had potential. Heh, not like it changed anything.
He returned to his journal feeling more powerful than before. He wondered if him interacting with you in your dreams would prove to be an efficient way to gain energy. He didn't have much time to waste.
You opened the journal to find the words you have written gone. The story and the drawing was still there, but the line "Be my nightmare tonight" was not there. How could this be? You were sure you wrote it before you went to bed. And to top it all off, your wish came true. You bit your lip. Was this book enchanted? You dipped your quill in ink and decided to find out.
"Is this journal charmed?" You watched the ink stayed there for a few minutes before it finally sank in, disappearing within the pages.
"Not quite," you saw the reply in a neat almost perfect handwriting.
"What are you?" you wrote, not understanding how a journal was replying to you in an intelligent way. Maybe it was some sort of prank journal.
"My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. I am the owner of this journal."
Your face flushed red as you realized that he was able to read all of your stories. The journal was probably linked with his other diary so that he could interact with whoever was writing in it in case it got stolen.
"I'm sorry I wrote in it. I hope you didn't get to read any of my stuff," you wrote in embarrassment. If someone in school found out about it, you'd be ruined. Everyone would laugh at you and you would be labeled as a horny virgin!
"On the contrary, I've read every single word of it. I must say, you have quite a vivid imagination."
Ugh, you could just feel his self-centered attitude. This guy was trouble. He could publish your stories for everyone to see if he so wanted.
"What do you want?" You wrote cutting straight to the chase. it was obvious that he wanted something in return for his silence.
Tom chuckled at your response. Smart girl. At least she knew that nothing was free, even if she liked to live in her ridiculous fantasies.
"I want you to continue writing."
Ugh, what a creep. He was probably getting off on this.
"Pervert," you wrote, disgust written all over your face, though you were secretly happy that someone was appreciating your writing.
"Pervert? You're the one who wrote this smut. The only pervert I see is you," ugh you could just sense the smugness dripping of this guy. He was so cocky, so sure of himself. What a douche. And yet, no matter how annoying he was, you found yourself drawn to him, like a moth drawn to light in total darkness.
"Then you're a pervert for reading it," you wrote stubbornly.
"Maybe only a little." This reply made you blush as you could sense the smirk on this guy's face. You rolled your eyes at his behavior.
"And what if I stop writing?"
"Then everyone will know what a naughty girl you are." You snorted at his reply. So, he was threatening to blackmail you. What an asshole. Still, you found him quite charming despite him being an ass.
"Fine," you sighed as you decided to play his game. You were totally gonna find this guy and talk some sense into him. He was probably a Slytherin too, judging by his smugness.
"Good girl," Tom replied as he smirked. He could see how irritated she grew with his every response. It was fun not having to pretend to be a good guy for a change. At least he could be himself with her, well, maybe only a little. It was obvious that she liked bad boys, he just didn't know to what extend.
"Oh, shut up," you wrote back, not realizing that you were blushing.
"You should really choose your words wisely. I'm not technically speaking right now." Ugh! He was a smart ass too. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. He was obviously mocking you.
Despite him teasing you and openly mocking you throughout the evening, you found yourself having quite a pleasant conversation with Tom. He was an intelligent student, far more intelligent than your housemates. It was fun for a change to associate yourself with someone mature.
Finally, Tom didn't have to pretend to be the good guy, well not to the extreme at least like with Ginny. He was still restraining himself from calling her a stupid twat from time to time when he tried talking to her about potions. Though the girl knew the basics fairly well to get an Outstanding, her true deep knowledge of potion-brewing was lacking, well, at least from his point of view. Tom could sense that she was an intelligent young lady, but her lack of trying harder irritated him. Such talent wasted down the drain.
"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"
You were about to write it in but stopped yourself. If he was asking your name that meant that he had no idea who you were. You smirked as this was all the information you needed.
"If you don't know my name, then how will you blackmail me, genius?" You knew that challenging his intelligence was sure to spike his irritation. You smirked as the ink sinked in.
"Do not mock me, _, or you'll find yourself regretting it," was a cold reply in return. That wiped your smirk right away. You could sense the gravity of the situation immediately. This guy was no joke. It sent thrilling chills down your body, your throat dry from nervousness.
"How did you know?"
"I didn't. You just told me." You felt like facepalming yourself. You fell right into his trap. The words disappeared and were replaced by: "The main female character has the same name in all your stories. I only assumed it belonged to you. It appears as though I was right." God damn it. You kept underestimating his intelligence. He was even smarter than he seemed.
You decided to ignore him for the the next day, keeping yourself busy with classes and homework. You opened the journal once again out of curiosity, seeing the ink appear the second you laid your eyes upon the pages.
"Though I respect your pursuit of academics, I think it's rather rude of you to ignore me."
"Sod off. I was busy," you replied getting irritated with him and his constant need of your attention.
"You really shouldn't talk to me that way. You don't know what I might do to punish you for such foul words." Though the threat was disguised by a playful flirty tone, it was still there. You bit your lip, getting anxious.
"Oh ya? What are you? The ruler of England?" You felt childish writing this, but you didn't have anything else to say.
Tom chuckled at your childish reply. It was obvious that you acknowledged his superiority, but you were just too stubborn to say it.
"No, not yet anyway," his cocky reply brought a smile on your face.
"You're so ambitious. I wish I had your confidence," you replied not realizing that you were flirting with him.
"If you stick around long enough, I'm sure it will rub off on you." His statement made you laugh outloud. Tom was proving to be quite a charming character, despite him constantly irritating you and demanding respect.
Tom did not want to admit it to himself, but he was having quite a pleasant time talking to you. You were learning to respect his authority without question, noticing his humor and charm. But most importantly, you liked him for just being himself.
The more he talked to you, the less he seemed to restrain himself around you, showing his true self here and there. Most girls didn't like rude, obnoxious, self-centered men, but you seemed to endure it for the sake of the thrill. This was quickly becoming a game to Tom. He wanted to see how much you could take. He wanted to see what would finally break you. Would you still accept him if he told you he was nothing but a horcrux? Would you still accept him if he told he was murderer? He was dying to know. You had just become his little experiment.