Oliver Wood x Reader

The Intoxicating Tom Riddle

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August 30th

Blank. Blank. Blank.

Each page, each line, had no writing. No scribbles, there was nothing. The only words on the gorgeous book was the name: Tom Marvolo Riddle. Who was he? There was no way for me to figure that out if I had no clues. For the hundredth time, I flipped through the pages, hoping there was words that magically appeared. And yet, not to my surprise, there was yet no lettering.

With an irked sigh, I threw the book onto my covers, shifting my feet acrossed the wooden floor. With folded arms, I couldn't help but give a disgusted scoff. This isn't even my book to have. This is Ginny's, why do I have it? Quickly and hastily, I came up with an idea. Picking up the book, I grabbed a coat off the hanger in the corner of my room and opened the wooden door.

But as I took one step out, that shock, the shock I got when I first held onto the magnificent book, shook me to my core. It's power ricocheting in my chest, and a relieved gasp couldn't help but leave my mouth. It felt amazing, I felt powerful. I couldn't give it back. I can't.

Hurriedly, I shut my door again, taking off my jacket in a record time. In an instant, I sat down on the wooden chair, looking at the black leather book in amazement. How could such a thing, such a boring thing at that, shock me? It made no sense.

Sitting quietly, the crickets talking in the background and the old wooden clock downstairs ticking, I picked up a pen. And with confidence, I opened the book, and started writing. I wrote my name in an old English font, with a date lining with the paper.

Y/n Iris

It is August 30th..

Might as well start a diary.

But as I dipped my feathery pen into midnight black ink to replenish, my eyes stopped from wandering to the ink and my body automatically froze from dipping the pen. Watching with a curios look, I watched my handwriting sink into the book, like the paper was a cushion. And instead of my English font returning, beautiful, perfect, thin cursive replaced it.

I couldn't help but be offended by how perfect it was. My handwriting seemed like a toddler's now..

I slowly and cautiously looked at the writing, my eyes widening. It was a response.

Why hello there Y/n.

My breath stopped, and I quickly threw the book acrossed the room, it's boom echoing throughout my room.

Nope.

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" Y/n? Are you okay?"- My dad's voice echoing from acrossed the long mansion hallways, drowning out the crickets, clock's ticking, and the rapid beat of my heart.

" Yes yes. I'm okay.."- I say steadily enough, quickly picking up the black book.

The door quickly opened, making my reflexes shove the book under my covers. I smiled and turned quickly, looking up at my.. Dad.

" Hi Father."

" Hey Hun. Sorry I came up here, I just heard a sudden slam and Mum wanted me to check it out. Was that you?"- His voice asked, wandering his eyes around my room then returning his orbs to mine.

" Yea that was me, sorry. I accidently.. Hit my head while I was packing for Hogwarts."- I cringed internally from the lie I just told, but on the outside I just smiled.

Faking it just like my father.

" Right well, I'll tell Mum that. Make sure you get some rest, we'll help you pack tomorrow."- He smiles quickly, searching his eyes in mine for any type of lie.

I smiled quickly, nodding my head and making no hint was given.

He smiled quickly, shutting the door.

My smile faded quickly, and instead replaced it with a frown.

Thank god he was gone, stupid betrayer.

Quickly, I uncovered the book from my velvet sheets, opening it up to the perfect cursive. Sitting down, I grabbed a pen and quickly wrote down my message while the stars twinkled in the night sky.

Who are you?

It was a simple question, but I needed to know. How is this even possible? I mean there is magic, but I didn't know this type of magic existed..

And once again, the ink sunk into the book, and replaced it with a beautiful cursive.

I am Tom Marvolo Riddle. It's so very nice to meet you.

I smiled, writing back just as quick, asking simple questions like who he was, how he was, and where he was from. And soon, the stars in the night turned to the rising sun of the day. And minute by minute, my eyes would get droopier but Tom seemed to keep me awake by shedding me compliments.

Why, Tom is quiet intoxicating and sweet..

And that night, I didn't get any sleep. Instead, I stayed up talking to the infamous intoxicating Tom Riddle.

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Sorry for such a short chapter! I wasn't feeling very well and it seemed too long since the last chapter, so I had to post something! Thank you for waiting, and don't worry! The next chapter will be way longer and way better!

I love you guys!

- Author Chan ;)