Sex with Voldemort
written by Claire Coochie Slayer
What it's like to have sex with he-who-must-not-be-named.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
4
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Chapter 1 - Orphanage
Chapter 2
July 11, 1936
It was cold, snowy day at Wool's Orphanage. I have been here for around 2 months now, all alone after my entire family was brutally murdered by a red truck. I can only cry and scream at this point, I feel no reason to live (mood). Even the caretakers are avoiding me because of my disastrous behavior. I have never felt so lonely in my entire life, constantly surrounded by family and friends. After my entire family was brutally murdered by a red truck all my friends and called me a loser because I am sad and cold on this cold, snowy July day. That was, until I met him... He went by the, Tom Marvolo Riddle... The moment I met, my entire world turned the correct way back. He would whisper sweet nothings into my ear when I was and cold. On this day it has been very cold because it is snowing in July, but I feel warm on the inside because I am next to Tom reading a book by the fire.
Tom asks me, "Y/N, would you like me to make a cup of hot chocolate?" I look at him in delight.
I respond happily with a, "Yes! Thank you so much for offering this gracious gift!" I smile and give him bedroom eyes, because, after all, I have been getting these weird feelings in my stomach. I don't know what they are, but I think some describe as... butterflies?!?! Tom nodded to me and left the room, leaving me to my thoughts. I speedily run to my tiny cold room, searching for my diary. I take a pen and quill and decide to pour my heart out.
"Dear diary, today Tom asked me if I wanted hot chocolate and I OBVIOUSLY responded with yes. I'm not sure yet but I think he likes me (owo this is so cute). Anyways diary, I have to go now, I think the drinks are ready." I quickly run downstairs before comes back.
He came back into the room carrying two cups. He handed me the think and I thanked him once again. I took a big sip of my drink, burning my tongue in the process. I still drink it quickly because it warmed and it was cold outside because it was snowing. I take the drink out of my mouth and Tom notices that I am in pain (can relate).
"Y/N are you okay? It looks like you hurt yourself," Tom remarks in surprise, "Do you need me to get you anything if you're hurting?" He grabs my arm in fear that I am hurting. I think in response "only on the inside Tom..."
But because to concern him I fake a smile responding with, "Yes, I am fine you do not need to worry Tom, it will give you wrinkles."
It was cold, snowy day at Wool's Orphanage. I have been here for around 2 months now, all alone after my entire family was brutally murdered by a red truck. I can only cry and scream at this point, I feel no reason to live (mood). Even the caretakers are avoiding me because of my disastrous behavior. I have never felt so lonely in my entire life, constantly surrounded by family and friends. After my entire family was brutally murdered by a red truck all my friends and called me a loser because I am sad and cold on this cold, snowy July day. That was, until I met him... He went by the, Tom Marvolo Riddle... The moment I met, my entire world turned the correct way back. He would whisper sweet nothings into my ear when I was and cold. On this day it has been very cold because it is snowing in July, but I feel warm on the inside because I am next to Tom reading a book by the fire.
Tom asks me, "Y/N, would you like me to make a cup of hot chocolate?" I look at him in delight.
I respond happily with a, "Yes! Thank you so much for offering this gracious gift!" I smile and give him bedroom eyes, because, after all, I have been getting these weird feelings in my stomach. I don't know what they are, but I think some describe as... butterflies?!?! Tom nodded to me and left the room, leaving me to my thoughts. I speedily run to my tiny cold room, searching for my diary. I take a pen and quill and decide to pour my heart out.
"Dear diary, today Tom asked me if I wanted hot chocolate and I OBVIOUSLY responded with yes. I'm not sure yet but I think he likes me (owo this is so cute). Anyways diary, I have to go now, I think the drinks are ready." I quickly run downstairs before comes back.
He came back into the room carrying two cups. He handed me the think and I thanked him once again. I took a big sip of my drink, burning my tongue in the process. I still drink it quickly because it warmed and it was cold outside because it was snowing. I take the drink out of my mouth and Tom notices that I am in pain (can relate).
"Y/N are you okay? It looks like you hurt yourself," Tom remarks in surprise, "Do you need me to get you anything if you're hurting?" He grabs my arm in fear that I am hurting. I think in response "only on the inside Tom..."
But because to concern him I fake a smile responding with, "Yes, I am fine you do not need to worry Tom, it will give you wrinkles."
