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Tom Riddle was aware he was being watched.

He'd known for nearly twenty minutes. The presence at the back of the classroom wasn't subtle.

It wasn't nervous or curious like most students. It was calculating, cold, yet patient.

It reminded him far too much of himself.

Once the final student left. Once the door clicked shut. Silence settled over the room.

Only then did the figure in the shadows finally speak. "You've gone soft."

Tom didn't look surprised. Slowly, he placed the piece of chalk down then he turned.

At the very back of the classroom sat a sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle. Young, sharp and dangerous.

His expression was colder than Tom remembered, not because he lacked power not because he lacked intelligence. Because he lacked something else.

Something older Tom had spent decades learning: Love.

The younger version of him sat comfortably in the shadows like he owned them. "You've gone soft," he repeated.

Tom folded his arms. "I haven't."

"You have."

"You've been here less than an hour."

"I didn't need longer."

Tom exhaled slowly.

The boy's eyes swept over the classroom to the shelves, the lesson plans. The students' essays stacked neatly on Tom's desk. Everything.

Disapproval practically radiated from him, then his gaze returned to Tom. "I said you've gone soft."

"And you're sixteen"

The younger Tom leaned back. "Which is exactly why I know what I'm talking about."

Tom immediately repeated flatly, "Which is exactly why you don't."

The younger Tom's eyes narrowed. "You teach."

"Yes."

"You grade essays."

"Unfortunately."

"You answer questions."

Tom sighed. "You're sitting in a time anomaly you don't understand."

The boy ignored that, his gaze remained fixed. Assessing everything, evaluating everything and judging everything surrounding the classroom.

Tom remembered being like that and it was exhausting.

Finally the younger Tom spoke again "I heard them."

"The students?"

"They like you."

Tom looked unimpressed. "That wasn't a compliment."

"It wasn't meant to be."

The younger Tom stood. Even at sixteen there was something intimidating about him. Something that made people instinctively move out of his way.

A predator that hadn't yet learned restraint.

"I am the Dark Lord," Older Tom said quietly.

The younger Tom didn't even blink. "If that's true," he said, "why are you teaching?"

Silence.

A long one.

Then Tom answered. "I will not spoil more of the future for you."

"Convenient."

"You'll understand when you get here."

The younger Tom scoffed but before either could continue.

The classroom door opened and everything changed. Because Y/N walked inside.

Her work robes were slightly wrinkled, her hair was loose. A stack of books balanced against one hip.

She paused the second she saw them."...Ah."

The younger Tom immediately straightened while Older Tom immediately relaxed. The contrast was ridiculous.

Y/N noticed it instantly. "Hello there," she greeted.

The younger Tom stared.

Tom watched him stare and immediately knew exactly what the boy was doing.

Memorising her. The same thing he'd done the first time he'd fallen in love with her.

The younger Tom's gaze dropped, to her hand. To the ring then back up again.

His eyes sharpened. "Is this why?"

Y/N frowned. "Is what why?"

His gaze shifted to older Tom. "Because we finally got her." Tom sighed immediately. “We didn’t just get her.”

The younger Tom raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

Tom stepped closer to Y/N without thinking an instinct so natural he didn’t even realise he was doing it.

“We earned her,” he corrected quietly, his hand settling at her waist like it belonged there. "To the point where she has remained by my side for over thirty years… and showing no intention of leaving."

The younger Tom's eyes narrowed. "Still." He looked Tom up and down. "You've gone soft."

Y/N groaned. "Merlin, that's seriously your first thought?"

"Yes."

Y/N set her books down then folded her arms. "You know what?"

Tom immediately knew where this was going. The younger Tom did not.

Y/N pointed at her husband. "Do I need to list the reasons that's completely false?"

Tom looked mildly offended. "I don't believe that will be necessary."

Y/N ignored him.

The younger Tom tilted his head. "Name three."

Tom closed his eyes while Y/N smiled. "Easy."

She held up one finger. "First. You make me a Horcrux."

The younger Tom froze.

Tom immediately defended himself. "That was necessary."

Y/N turned toward him. "It was dramatic."

"It was strategic."

"It was reckless."

"It worked."

The younger Tom looked between them. "You made her a Horcrux?"

Tom nodded. "I did what I had to do."

The younger Tom looked impressed, which wasn't helping.

Y/N held up a second finger. "Second."

She pointed directly at Tom. "You baby trap me."

The younger Tom blinked once. “…I am aware,” he said calmly.

“I’ve met our kids,” he added.

Y/N pointed at him. “Don’t call them ours quite yet. You’re only a kid.”

“I am sixteen.”

“Exactly.”

From beside her, older Tom smirked faintly. “Our youngest is nearly your age.”

The younger Tom’s jaw tightened. He didn’t like that, not at all. “…What’s the third?”

Y/N's expression softened slightly. She lifted her left hand. The ring immediately caught the light.

The younger Tom's attention locked onto it, completely. Like nothing else existed.

Y/N noticed as Tom noticed her noticing. Neither commented, not immediately. "You've been staring at this since I walked in."

The younger Tom didn't deny it. "It prove's our future."

Y/N laughed.

Tom rolled his eyes.

The younger Tom finally looked away from the ring. "We get married."

"We do."

The boy nodded once then looked back at the ring, checking, confirming and making sure it was real.

Y/N smiled. "He charmed it."

The younger Tom immediately looked interested. "How?"

"It can never leave my finger."

The younger Tom looked impressed. "Clever."

"I know," Tom said immediately.

Y/N smacked his arm.

The younger Tom actually looked amused, which was a rare sight.

Then the classroom door opened again, Aurelia walked in and stopped. She looked at older Tom, then younger Tom, then her mother. "...Nope."

She immediately turned around.

Y/N blinked. "Aurelia?"

The girl paused. "I'll see Mum later." Then disappeared.

The younger Tom watched her leave.

Y/N pointed toward the doorway. "That's our daughter."

The younger Tom nodded. "I know."

Tom smirked. "Our youngest."

The younger Tom smiled. A real smile, sharp, dangerous yet satisfied. "Good."

Y/N groaned. "You're both impossible."

Y/N finally she lifted her wand. "Alright."

The younger Tom looked at her. "You'll see."

The older Tom frowned. "See what?"

The younger Tom ignored him his gaze remained fixed on Y/N then, very quietly, "I'll see you soon, love."

Older Tom's arm immediately tightened around Y/N's waist.

The younger Tom noticed and smirked. Then the spell activated, light flooded the room and the younger Tom faded.

But even as he disappeared his eyes remained on Y/N. Memorising. confirming and waiting. Then he was gone.

Silence settled over the classroom.

Y/N looked up at her husband.

Tom was staring at the spot his younger self had vanished from.

"You know," she said softly.

"Hm?"

"He wasn't wrong."

Tom looked at her as Y/N smiled. "You have gone soft."

Tom immediately scoffed. "I have not."

"You absolutely have."

Y/N laughed then kissed his cheek. The argument ended instantly. Which, unfortunately for Tom, only proved her point.

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The first thing Y/N noticed was the crying.

The second was the tiny child sitting in the middle of the Hogwarts corridor clutching a stuffed snake and looking absolutely devastated.

Y/N stopped immediately.

Students were already walking around the little girl awkwardly, unsure what to do, but Y/N crouched down without hesitation. “Hey,” she said softly. “Are you alright?”

Big dark eyes looked up at her instantly.

The little girl gasped. “Mummy!”

Before Y/N could process that sentence, the child launched herself forward at alarming speed and wrapped both arms tightly around her neck.

Y/N nearly fell backward. “Oh!”

Tiny fingers clung desperately to her robes. “Mummy, I lost you,” the little girl whispered tearfully against her shoulder.

Y/N blinked in confusion, automatically holding her anyway. “Sweetheart, I think you’ve got the wrong person.”

“No,” the child sniffled dramatically, hugging her tighter. “You’re my mummy.”

That was concerning.

Y/N carefully pulled back just enough to look at her properly. Dark curls, dark eyes. Familiar features, very familiar features.

“…What’s your name?” she asked slowly.

“Aurelia.”

Y/N froze slightly, somewhere in the back of her mind, alarm bells started ringing.

Aurelia continued clinging to her like separation would kill her. “I couldn’t find Daddy either.”

“…Daddy?”

“My daddy,” Aurelia repeated like this was obvious. “Tom.”

Silence.

Y/N stared at the child, then immediately stood up with Aurelia still attached to her and started walking quickly down the corridor. Because absolutely not.

If there was one person who could explain why a tiny child was calling her mummy and claiming Tom Riddle was her father. Was funnily enough, Tom Riddle himself.

Aurelia remained attached to her the entire walk. Literally. The child refused to let go, little arms locked around Y/N’s neck while she rested sleepily against her shoulder. “You’re very clingy,” Y/N muttered.

Aurelia nodded against her happily. “Daddy says that too.”

“That’s somehow worse.” Eventually Y/N spotted him near the Prefects’ corridor, speaking to another student who immediately looked terrified the second Y/N approached carrying a child.

Tom looked up lazily. Then froze, actually froze.

His eyes locked onto the tiny girl clinging to Y/N, then narrowed. “…No,” he said immediately.

Y/N pointed at him accusingly. “Explain this.”

Aurelia perked up instantly at the sight of him. “Daddy!”

The terrified student beside Tom looked horrified.

Tom dismissed him immediately without looking away from the child. “Leave.”

The student fled.

Y/N marched directly toward him. “Why is there a child calling me mummy and you daddy?”

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose slowly like he already knew exactly what had happened. “…How did she get back here again?”

“Again?” Y/N repeated sharply.

Aurelia reached one tiny hand toward Tom excitedly. “Daddy!”

Tom took her automatically despite himself, though she immediately started reaching back toward Y/N instead.

“Mummy too.”

Y/N stared. “Tom.”

He looked deeply exhausted already. “Marvolo clearly left the portal unsupervised again.”

“The what?”

Tom ignored that. “Aurelia.”

The little girl blinked innocently. “You are not supposed to time travel.”

“I wanted Mummy.” Y/N’s face warmed despite herself.

Tom, unfortunately, noticed immediately. “She is very attached to you,” he said dryly.

Aurelia huffed dramatically from his arms and immediately leaned back toward Y/N again. “Want my mummy.”

Tom sighed like this happened constantly. “You see her every day in your own timeline.”

“But little!”

Y/N blinked. “…Little?”

Tom looked at her for a long moment before deciding not to explain that. Probably wisely. Instead he shifted Aurelia slightly higher on his hip. “You have to go home.”

Instant betrayal filled Aurelia’s face. “No.”

“Yes.”

“I stay with Mummy.”

“No.”

She immediately stretched both arms desperately toward Y/N. “Mummy!”

Y/N melted instantly. “Tom.”

“No,” he repeated firmly.

“She’s upset.”

“She’s manipulative.”

Aurelia gasped dramatically. “Daddy mean!”

Tom looked unimpressed. “You stole my wand last time.”

“That was protection.”

Y/N stared between them both. “…Last time?”

Before Tom could answer, a portal suddenly flickered open beside them.

Marvolo stepped through looking exhausted. “There you are,” he sighed. “Do you know how hard it is to find a five-year-old with access to time travel?”

Aurelia pointed immediately at Y/N. “Found Mummy.”

“I can see that.”

Then Marvolo noticed the way Aurelia was practically climbing back toward Y/N again and sighed harder. “Oh, Merlin.”

“I don’t wanna leave.”

Tom handed her over to Marvolo anyway despite the tiny betrayal in her expression.

Instantly she reached for Y/N again with both hands. “Mummy!”

Y/N actually stepped closer automatically before catching herself.

Tom noticed that too. “She’ll see you later,” he said calmly to Aurelia.

“But I wanna stay now.”

“You cannot stay in the past.”

Aurelia looked genuinely emotional now, little lip wobbling as she stared at Y/N. “Mummy.”

Y/N’s heart shattered immediately. “Tom.”

He exhaled slowly before leaning down slightly toward his daughter. “Little one,” he said quieter this time, “you have to let her go.”

Aurelia sniffled.

Tom brushed her curls back gently. “You’ll see her at home.”

That finally made her pause. “…Promise?”

Tom nodded once. “Promise.”

Aurelia looked at Y/N one last time before reluctantly leaning against Marvolo’s shoulder. “Bye Mummy.”

Y/N smiled helplessly despite everything. “Bye, sweetheart.”

Then the portal closed.

Y/N slowly turned toward Tom. He already looked like he regretted existing. “…Explain,” she said flatly.

Tom considered his options carefully, then sighed. “…Technically,” he said slowly, “that was our future daughter.”

Y/N stared at him. “…Technically?”

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The party was loud. Music echoed through the room, but near the edge of it all, Y/N stood leaning against the wall, her focus entirely on her phone.

Or at least… she was trying to focus. “Tommm…” she slurred softly into it. “Come pick me up.”

She frowned, blinking at the screen like it had personally offended her. “Why are you not here yet…”

A few steps away, Tom watched her, he had been there the entire time.

Quiet, observant, waiting. Making sure she was alright. He exhaled softly and stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “Love?”

Y/N looked up and squinted then immediately shook her head. “Nope.”

Tom paused, one brow lifting slightly. “…No?”

“You’re not him,” she said firmly, pointing at him with surprising determination. “Go away.”

For a moment, Tom just looked at her. “Excuse me?”

She gasped, like he’d just asked something ridiculous. “Because my boyfriend will kill you.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Would he?”

“Yup,” she nodded, entirely serious. “You may know him.”

Tom folded his arms loosely, amused now. “Do tell.”

She straightened or at least attempted to. “Thomas Marvolo Riddle,” she declared proudly. “Son of Voldemort.”

Tom sighed under his breath.

She continued, counting on her fingers. “He’s like… six-four, very handsome, hair always perfect, always wears black…”

Tom glanced down at himself briefly then back at her.

Y/N, meanwhile, had already started looking around the room, searching. “He’s probably here,” she muttered. “Probably wearing black right now…”

Tom took a step closer.

“Stop,” she warned, holding up a hand. “My boyfriend is coming.”

“I’m your husband,” he said calmly.

She blinked at him. “…Tom and I aren’t married.” A pause, then her expression shifted, something softer slipping in through the haze. “…Yet.”

Tom’s smirk deepened. “…Soon.”

She nodded, completely agreeing. “Soon.”

He stepped closer again.

This time, she didn’t stop him, because she noticed something else. His cologne, it smelt familiar and safe. Her expression softened instantly, all resistance melting away. “…Tommy,” she sighed in relief, stepping into him and wrapping her arms around him. “You made it.”

Tom caught her easily, steadying her as she leaned fully into him.

She pointed vaguely over his shoulder. “There was this guy,” she muttered, gesturing at nothing. “Right there—you need to kill him.”

Tom let out a quiet breath of amusement. “I cannot.”

She pulled back just enough to glare at him. “He dared to speak to me.”

“That was me.”

She frowned. “No it wasn’t.”

“It was.”

“No,” she insisted stubbornly. “He was wearing green.”

Tom raised an eyebrow. “…I am wearing green.”

She froze, slowly looked down at his sweater then back up at him. “Oh.” A beat then she immediately buried her face back into his chest. “…Oh.”

Tom huffed a quiet laugh, wrapping his arms around her properly now, holding her steady. “You’re adorable when you’re drunk.”

She mumbled something against him. “You said we’re married.”

“I did.”

She tilted her head up slightly, eyes half-lidded. “We’re not.”

“You didn’t deny it,” he replied smoothly. “In fact, you said ‘soon.’”

She thought about that for a moment, then shrugged lazily. “Yeah. Soon.”

Tom shook his head, a quiet fondness settling into his expression as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Come on.”

She tightened her hold on him immediately. “Can we go back to your dorm?”

“Of course.”

She sighed happily, already relaxing against him as he began guiding her through the crowd. “Good,” she murmured. “I like your bed.”

Tom smirked faintly. “I’m aware.”

She hummed softly, half-asleep now. “Also… don’t let that green guy talk to me again.”

Tom let out a quiet laugh. “I won’t.”

And with that, he led her out of the noise and into the quiet—One arm firmly around her, taking her back to his dorm.

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The Potions classroom was loud in the lazy, restless way it always was before class began.

Mattheo lounged across two seats like rules were beneath him, while Draco polished his ring against his robes with far too much concentration for someone clearly listening to everything around him.

Blaise sat beside them, flipping through a textbook upside down.

Tom’s usual seat by the window was still empty.

Mattheo glanced at it once and smirked. “Late.”

Draco scoffed. “He’s never late.”

“Then he’s with her.” That, unfortunately, sounded much more likely.

Before either of them could continue, Blaise lowered his book slightly. “Do you smell that?”

Mattheo frowned. “What?”

Draco sniffed once, then paused, old books, dark polished wood. Something sharp and expensive. And underneath it all that unmistakable trace of dark magic that seemed to follow Tom like a second shadow.

All three boys slowly turned toward the door.

Y/N stepped into the classroom carrying her satchel, expression neutral, entirely unaware of the attention she’d just gathered.

Mattheo sat upright at once. “Well,” he drawled. “I see what happened here.”

Y/N stopped walking. “What?”

Draco looked delighted. “You smell like Tom.”

She stared at him. “I beg your pardon?”

“Exactly like him,” Blaise added helpfully. “Books, arrogance, and questionable morality.”

“That is not a scent.”

“It is on him,” Mattheo said.

Y/N frowned and sniffed her sleeve suspiciously. “I smell normal.”

“You smell claimed,” Draco said.

“Dray ,” Blaise said, laughing, “that was awful.”

Before Y/N could respond, the classroom door opened again. Tom entered with his usual calm precision, immaculate as always, dark eyes sweeping the room once before landing on her.

Then on the three idiots grinning at him and he understood immediately. Without a word, Tom crossed the room, stepped behind Y/N, and slid one arm around her waist.

She barely reacted, already used to it. He guided her smoothly toward their usual seat by the window.

Mattheo clapped slowly. “I see what you did, brother.”

Tom sat down beside her, hand still resting possessively at her waist. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Draco leaned forward. “You charmed your little girlfriend.”

Tom’s expression cooled instantly. “Wife.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “What did you do?”

“Nothing harmful.”

“That is not reassuring.”

Blaise rested his chin on his hand. “You smell like him, love?”

Y/N looked offended. “Can everyone stop saying that?”

Mattheo pointed at Tom. “I know you’re possessive, but Merlin, brother.”

Tom ignored him completely. Instead, he leaned toward Y/N, lowered his face to the curve of her neck, and slowly breathed in.

She froze, then turned her head very slowly. “Love.”

“Yes?”

“What did you do?”

The boys across the aisle leaned in so far they were nearly falling out of their seats.

Tom looked entirely pleased with himself. “I placed a mark on you.”

Mattheo translated immediately. “Meaning he put a charm on you so you smell like him darling girl”

Y/N stared at Tom for several long seconds then sighed. “I should have expected this.”

“You really should have,” Draco said.

Blaise nodded. “It works, though. Everyone knows you’re his before you even enter the room.”

Mattheo smirked. “Branding through fragrance. Disturbing but efficient.”

Tom’s mouth curved faintly.

Y/N crossed her arms. “Did you seriously scent-brand me?”

“I improved clarity.”

“You are impossible.”

“You adore me.”

“That is unrelated.”

Tom’s hand tightened slightly at her waist. “No, it isn’t.”

She opened her mouth to argue, then stopped because annoyingly he smelled very good it was so specifically him it was hard to describe.

Y/N scowled harder. “This is psychological warfare.”

Tom looked smug. “Effective?”

Mattheo gagged loudly. “I hate both of you.”

Draco pointed. “She’s blushing.”

“I am not.”

“You are,” Blaise said cheerfully.

Tom kissed just below her ear. “You are.”

Y/N shoved his shoulder. “Remove it.”

“No.”

“Tom.”

“Ask properly.”

Mattheo groaned. “He says that to everyone.”

Draco sighed dramatically. “I need to become worse.”

“You already are,” Blaise replied.

Y/N turned in her seat to glare at Tom properly. “Take it off.”

Tom studied her face for a moment then leaned close and murmured something quietly into her ear. Whatever he said made her face warm instantly.

Mattheo nearly shouted. “What did he say?”

Y/N pointed at the three boys without looking away from Tom. “Mind your business.”

Tom smirked like he’d just won a war.

Blaise shook his head. “Hopeless.”

Draco looked inspired. “I’m taking notes.”

Mattheo slumped back in his chair. “Merlin save us.”

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The Great Hall buzzed with noise as students poured in, voices overlapping, chairs scraping, the usual chaos settling into something familiar.

Near the entrance, a group of younger students whispered to each other.

“Riddle doesn’t talk much,” one of them said quietly. “I’ve never heard him say more than a few words,” another added. “He’s terrifying,” a third nodded.

Just behind them, Mattheo, Blaise, and Draco slowed their steps.

Then smirked because across the hall.

Tom was talking enthusiastically “…and the structure collapses if you rely on intent alone,” Tom was saying, his voice low but quick, like he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “It’s inefficient. If you alter it slightly, you can control the outcome—”

Y/N laughed softly, trying to keep up. “Tom—breathe—”

“I am breathing,” he replied immediately, not slowing down in the slightest. “You’re just interrupting.”

She shook her head, smiling anyway. “You tested it, didn’t you?”

“Obviously I tested it.”

“Of course you did,” she said, amused.

“And then,” Tom continued, leaning slightly closer, lowering his voice just for her, “if you anchor it with—”

“Merlin,” Mattheo muttered under his breath, watching. “He doesn’t shut up.”

Draco smirked. “Not for her.”

Blaise nodded. “Fascinating.”

The three of them made their way over and slid into the seats beside them.

And the second they did Tom stopped.

Mid-thought.

Completely.

Y/N blinked, still smiling. “…you were saying?”

Tom didn’t answer.

Instead, he straightened slightly, his expression smoothing into something calm and distant again like nothing had happened.

Mattheo grinned. “What happened, brother? Lose your voice?”

Draco leaned back in his chair. “Strange. We were just told you don’t talk much.”

Blaise added, “Clearly a lie.”

Tom ignored all of them.

Completely.

Instead, he leaned closer to Y/N closer until his face was tucked lightly into the crook of her neck, hiding just enough to avoid their attention.

Y/N smiled instantly, like this was completely normal. “Hi,” she said softly.

Tom exhaled quietly against her shoulder. “…they’re irritating.”

“I gathered.”

Mattheo snorted. “He was just lecturing you like it was the most exciting thing in the world.”

“It is,” Tom muttered.

Draco smirked. “Oh, now he speaks.”

Y/N laughed softly, lifting a hand to gently run her fingers through his hair, soothing without even thinking about it.

“You can keep going,” she murmured. “I was listening.”

Tom shifted slightly, just enough to glance up at her. “…later,” he said quietly.

Then, lower just for her “We’ll talk more in my dorm.”

Her smile softened.

She leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Okay.”

Behind them.

“Unbelievable,” Mattheo said.

“Disgusting,” Draco added.

“Tragic,” Blaise finished.

Tom didn’t move.

Didn’t react.

Didn’t care.

Not even a little.

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The bed was a mess of blankets, pillows and one very clingy three-year-old.

Mattheo was glued to Y/N.

Not beside her. Not near her. On her.

His arms were wrapped tightly around her middle, one leg thrown over hers like he was anchoring himself there permanently, kicking the blankets every few seconds just to make sure no one, no one got comfortable.

“Mattheo,” Y/N laughed softly, trying to pull the blanket back up, “you’re kicking everything off, baby.”

“No,” he mumbled, clinging tighter.

Tom, on the other side, watched the entire situation with growing irritation.“…he’s doing it deliberately.”

“I am not,” Mattheo snapped, not even looking at him.

“You are.”

“I’m not!”

Y/N sighed, amused, running her fingers through Mattheo’s hair. “Both of you, stop.”

Neither of them stopped.

Mattheo shifted even closer, somehow managing to burrow further into her, his small hand resting possessively over her stomach.

Then, he tilted his head up, big eyes wide. “Mama?”

“Mm?” she hummed.

He stared at her like he was about to ask something incredibly important. “Mama…” he said again, softer this time.

“Yes, my love?”

“…will you marry me?”

Y/N blinked then smiled, soft and fond.

Tom did not smile.“…Mattheo,” he said flatly, “that is nonsense.”

Mattheo turned his head slowly and glared.

Tom tilted his head slightly, looking at his son with a hint of teasing. “She’s my wife.”

That was it.

Mattheo immediately tightened his grip, kicking the blankets harder as he clung to Y/N like his life depended on it. “No!” he protested. “She’s mine!”

“She is not yours.”

“She is!” Mattheo insisted, voice rising. “Only mine!”

Y/N tried not to laugh. “Mattheo”

“She’s my mama!” he argued, glaring at Tom like this was a personal attack.

Tom exhaled slowly, patience thinning. “You can sleep in your own bed.”

Mattheo froze.

Then, “No!” he shouted, immediately wrapping himself tighter around Y/N, practically climbing on top of her now. “No, no, no. I stay here!”

“That is not a request.”

“Yes it is!”

“It is not.”

“I’m not leaving!”

Y/N was fully laughing now, trying to calm him down. “Hey, hey it’s okay”

“No!” Mattheo insisted, clinging even tighter, as if Tom might physically remove him at any second. “I stay with Mama!”

Tom stared at him.

Then slowly his gaze dropped to Y/N’s stomach.

He paused as something shifted. A slow, knowing smirk crept onto his face.“…you do realise,” he said calmly, “I’ve already won.”

Y/N sighed. “Tom”

Mattheo frowned, confused. “What?”

Tom gestured lightly toward her stomach. “There are more coming.”

Silence.

Mattheo looked down at his mothers stomach, then back at his father. Then his eyes narrowed.“…no.”

Tom’s smirk deepened. “Yes.”

Mattheo huffed, clearly offended, and burrowed even deeper into Y/N like he could block the entire concept out. “No. Just me.”

“That is not how this works.”

“It is!”

“It is not.”

Y/N shook her head, still smiling as she stroked Mattheo’s hair. “You’ll love them, baby.”

“No,” he muttered stubbornly, though his voice was already getting quieter. “Just you.”

Tom leaned back slightly, far too satisfied now because he didn’t need to argue anymore, not really.

Mattheo, still clinging like his life depended on it, slowly began to calm down.

His grip loosened just slightly, his kicking stopped, and his breathing softened.

Until he eventually fell asleep still wrapped around Y/N, still stubborn even in sleep, holding onto his mother like she was entirely his.

But Tom only leaned in and kissed his wife softly, because he knew he’d already won.

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The entire school knew Tom Riddle was obsessed with Y/N. At this point, it wasn't even gossip anymore. It was a documented fact.

The professors knew, the students knew and the ghosts probably knew.

Tom followed her everywhere, he waited for her outside classes. He walked her to meals and he somehow always appeared wherever she was.

There was the unfortunate incident where he'd hexed Harry after Harry had attempted to ask Y/N to Hogsmeade.

Tom still claimed it was unrelated, nobody believed him.

Especially not Y/N.

Which was why she was currently marching directly toward him with the expression of someone who had finally reached their limit.

Across the courtyard, Mattheo, Draco, and Blaise immediately noticed.

"Oh, this should be good," Blaise said.

Mattheo sat up straighter while Draco looked delighted.

Tom looked up from where he was sitting beneath a tree. The moment he saw Y/N approaching, his expression softened. "There you are, love."

Y/N stopped and pointed at him. "That."

Tom blinked."...Pardon?"

"That."

Tom looked genuinely confused. "You're going to need more words, love."

"That!" she repeated.

Tom glanced down at himself, then back up. Still confused.

Y/N sighed dramatically. "How many girls do you call 'love'?"

Tom frowned. "It's a nickname."

"You only use it on me."

Tom didn't answer, which was answer enough.

Y/N folded her arms. "In fact, most of the time you call me your wife."

A slow smirk appeared, noticeably and he did not deny it.

Y/N stared at him and Tom stared back.

Then she sighed "Why haven't you asked me out?"

Tom froze. "Pardon?"

"Why. Haven't. You. Asked. Me. Out?"

Tom blinked, once, then twice. "What?"

Y/N threw her hands into the air. "You call me love."

Silence.

"You call me your wife."

More silence.

"We spend all our time together."

He just watches her.

"You obviously like me."

Tom looked away, which was suspicious. Then his eyes narrowed because he'd suddenly noticed something.

Mattheo, Draco, and Blaise were watching the entire thing. Not even trying to hide it. Mattheo actually had the audacity to wave. Tom's glare immediately sharpened.

Mattheo only laughed harder.

Y/N pointed dramatically. "See? You don't normally deny it."

Tom sighed. "I wasn't denying it."

"You've literally told me you like me."

"Several times."

"Exactly!"

From across the courtyard Mattheo shouted, "It's pretty obvious, brother!"

Tom looked ready to commit a crime.

Y/N continued anyway. "You look at me like I hung the stars."

Tom immediately looked back at her. "Hung the stars?"

"Yes."

His expression softened instantly. "Oh."

Y/N blinked. "Oh?"

"That's nice."

She stared. "That's the part you're responding to?"

"Yes."

She groaned. "You follow me around."

"I walk with you."

"You wait outside the girls' bathroom."

"For safety."

"You hexed Harry."

"He annoyed me."

"He asked me out."

"He annoyed me."

Mattheo was crying laughing now.

Y/N pointed at Tom. "See?"

Tom remained completely calm. "You have a point?"

"Yes!" She stepped closer, very close. Close enough that Tom stopped smiling because now he looked nervous.

And that almost never happened.

Y/N took a breath. "I like you."

Tom swallowed.

Across the courtyard three boys collectively lost their minds.

Draco nearly fell off the bench. Blaise made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a wheeze and Mattheo looked like Christmas had arrived early.

Tom ignored them, mostly.

Y/N stepped even closer. "So I'm asking again."

Tom stared at her then slowly said, "That's a problem."

"A problem?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

His mouth twitched. "Because you're asking me."

Y/N blinked."...What?"

Tom straightened. "Only a gentleman asks."

"when?"

Tom stood. "Fine."

And before Y/N could stop him—He dropped onto one knee.

The entire courtyard exploded, students screamed.

Mattheo fell off the bench. Draco yelled something incoherent and Blaise physically sat down.

Y/N stared. "What are you doing?"

Tom casually brushed invisible dust off his trousers. Then charmed the ground beneath him spotless. "What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're proposing!"

Tom looked confused. "Yes."

"No."

He frowned. "You said you liked me."

"I asked you to ask me out"

"You already are my wife."

Y/N stared. "No, I'm not."

"You accepted the title years ago."

"I did not"

"You never corrected me."

"That doesn't count."

"It absolutely counts."

She looked horrified. "You skipped an entire relationship."

"I streamlined the process."

Mattheo was dying, actually dying holding his heart laughing.

Tom pointed at Y/N. "So you're rejecting me?"

"No."

"Excellent."

"I'm rejecting the proposal."

Tom looked wounded. "So you don't want to be my wife?"

"Not yet."

The entire courtyard heard that.

Y/N immediately covered her face. "Oh my God."

Tom looked delighted. "Interesting."

"Stop it."

"So not never."

"Tom."

"Just not yet."

"Tom."

His smirk widened and Y/N wanted to throw herself into the lake.

Tom looked entirely too pleased, then he said, "We've known each other six years."

"I've known your brother six years too."

Tom immediately turned, Mattheo stopped laughing and immediately put his hands up in an instant surrender. "Brother, let's not do anything rash."

Tom kept staring while Mattheo looked genuinely concerned.

Y/N pointed at Tom. "See? That's weird."

"He deserved it."

"I didn't even say anything!"

"You implied it."

Mattheo looked outraged. "I absolutely did."

Tom nodded. "Exactly."

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. "I wanted you to ask me out."

Tom finally sighed, then stood up. "Fine."

"Thank you."

"As a gentleman."

She snorted.

Tom ignored that then took her hand, looked directly at her and asked, "Will you go out with me?"

There was a pause, a long pause then she closed her eyes. "Oh merlin, finally."

The entire courtyard erupted.

Tom looked offended.

Y/N grabbed his face and kissed his cheek.

Tom froze. Completely, utterly, frozen.

Mattheo immediately pointed. "Look!"

Draco was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe and Blaise looked emotional.

Y/N smiled.

Tom was still frozen.

"...Tom?"

Nothing.

"...Tom?"

Still nothing.

Then slowly, very slowly a smile appeared. Small, rare but real.

And Mattheo immediately groaned."Oh no."

"What?" Draco asked.

Mattheo pointed. "He's happy."

The three boys looked horrified.

Meanwhile Tom never took his eyes off Y/N. "Good."

Y/N blinked. "Good?"

"You said yes."

She laughed. "I did."

Tom nodded. "Excellent."

Then after a pause. "Can I start planning the proposal again?"

"No."

"Just considering options."

"No."

"How about in a years time?"

"Tom."

"Fine."

A beat.

"...But eventually."

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The manor was quiet for once just Tom and Y/N sitting together in the library long after midnight.

Y/N was half laying against him on the sofa, one of Tom’s arms wrapped around her waist while the other lazily turned the page of the book he wasn’t really reading anymore.

It was peaceful. Which usually meant Tom was about to say something concerning. “I almost linked us once.”

Y/N blinked slowly. “…What?.”

Tom didn’t look up from the page. “A soul-linking spell.”

That made her lift her head immediately. “Tom.”

His expression stayed perfectly calm. “If I died, you would too.”

Silence.

Y/N stared at him for a long moment in complete disbelief. “Why are you saying that so casually?” she asked finally. “Tom, that is genuinely insane.”

Tom finally glanced down at her calmly. “It was logical.”

“How is murder-suicide logical?”

“I refused to imagine a future where you loved someone else.” Tom admitted quietly.

Y/N stared at him. “You are taking death do us part far too literally.”

Tom tilted his head faintly. “You say that like I’m incorrect.”

Y/N opened her mouth, then stopped halfway through. “…You know what? This actually shouldn’t surprise me.”

Tom raised a brow slightly. “Because I’ve done worse?”

“No,” she said immediately. “Because you’re that possessive.”

Tom glared faintly at her which unfortunately only proved her point.

Y/N pointed at him accusingly. “That look right there.”

“It is not possessiveness.”

“You baby trapped me with Mattheo.”

“You were receptive to the idea.”

“You forced us to get married while we were still at Hogwarts.”

“You were pregnant with my child.”

“You literally blood bonded us at our wedding.”

“That was romantic.”

“You made me a horcrux!”

“That was practical.”

“You obliviated my relationship with Harry.”

Tom looked entirely unashamed. “You’re welcome.”

Y/N stared at him in disbelief. “You kidnapped me.”

“You asked me to.”

“I was emotional!”

“You still asked.”

“You enchanted my ring so it physically cannot leave my finger.”

“For security purposes.”

“You put a tracking spell on me!”

“So I know where you are.”

Y/N covered her face with one hand, laughing despite herself. “Do you want me to continue listing things you’ve done to me?”

Tom sighed softly through his nose like this conversation was mildly exhausting. “I’m aware.”

“That’s somehow worse.”

“I love you.”

“That is not a legal defence.”

“It should be.”

“Why are you only telling me about this soul bounding spell now?”

Tom shrugged slightly. “Because I never actually did it.”

Y/N stared at him. “That is not reassuring.”

“It should be,” he replied calmly.

Y/N stared at him for another long second before asking carefully, “Then why didn’t you?”

For the first time, something softer crossed his expression. “We had Mattheo,” he said simply.

And just like that, her annoyance disappeared.

Y/N’s face softened instantly as she leaned up to kiss him gently. “I’m very glad you didn’t, love.”

Tom hummed quietly against her mouth, one hand sliding more securely against her waist. “…However,” he added after a beat, “when I die first—”

“If,” she corrected immediately.

Tom looked personally offended. “When.”

“You can’t just decide that.”

“It would be me.”

Y/N laughed softly despite herself. “My love, you cannot control who dies first.”

Tom’s gaze sharpened slightly like he disliked the very concept. “Yes I can, and It would be me.”

“And what if I died first?”

That made him go still. Not dramatic, not emotional, just completely certain. “I’d join you.”

Y/N’s smile faded slightly. “Tom.”

“What?”

“You’re serious.”

“Obviously.”

She searched his face for even a hint that he was joking, there wasn’t one. Tom looked at her like the answer had always been that simple.

Y/N sighed softly and took his hand properly in both of hers. “What about the kids?”

Tom shrugged once, calm as ever. “I could never live without you.”

“Love.”

“It is not negotiable.”

“We have seven children.”

“I also have you.”

“That is not the same thing.”

“It is to me.”

Y/N stared at him for a long moment before exhaling through her nose. “…You’re insane.”

“You married me.”

“That’s becoming your defence for everything.”

“It remains effective.”

Despite herself, she laughed quietly and leaned back against him again. Tom immediately relaxed the second she settled into his side.

Then, after a moment, Y/N said thoughtfully, “Well. When you die, I’ll just marry Pansy.”

Tom’s entire body stiffened.“…You will not.”

She burst out laughing immediately. “There he is.”

Tom narrowed his eyes at her. “You are not marrying Parkinson.”

“Why not? She’s beautiful.”

“She encourages your behaviour.”

“You encourage my behaviour.”

“Yes, but I’m your husband.”

“You’d be dead.”

Tom looked genuinely irritated now. “That changes nothing.”

Y/N laughed harder, hiding her face against his shoulder while Tom glared down at her like she’d personally betrayed him.

“You think this is amusing.”

“It is amusing.”

“You are impossible.”

“You said Pansy was attractive too.”

“That was different.”

“How?”

“I was alive when I said it.”

Y/N nearly choked laughing.

Tom, meanwhile, looked deeply offended by the entire conversation.

Then, after a moment, he tightened his arm around her waist possessively and muttered, “You are not allowed to remarry.”

Y/N smiled against his shoulder. “And if I do?”

Tom looked down at her calmly. “I will haunt you.”

“That’s actually believable coming from you.”

“It should be.”

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