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As a seventh year student at Hogwarts, Harriet Potter looked forward to her graduation and the many plans she had for her future.
She did not, however, look forward to the next question she would surely receive from the castle’s headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
Dumbledore’s sharp eyes gazed at her curiously from his desk as she stood in his office, a short distance away from him.
“Harriet……….” He spoke as he peered at her over his half-moon spectacles, “I want you to be honest with me now……Is there anything unscrupulous going on between you and Professor Riddle?”
Harriet gazed back at Dumbledore from behind her own glasses.
“Whatever it is, whatever Professor Riddle may have done….or said…..you can tell me in the strictest confidence.” Dumbledore nodded.
“There’s nothing to tell, sir.” Harriet nodded, “Really, Professor Riddle’s right. I shouldn’t have talked out of turn in his class. I deserve to be punished.”
“Hogwarts faculty does not usually give detention on Saturday nights.” Dumbledore blinked, “And as such, you can ask him to move-“
“-Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, but really, it’s fine. I didn’t have any plans next Saturday.” Harriet nodded, “I’d really rather go ahead and get my detention over with, if that’s allowed.”
Dumbledore gave her a long, calculating look before he finally nodded again.
“………Very well, Harriet, but promise me something, won’t you?” Professor Dumbledore asked.
“Certainly, sir.” Harriet nodded.
“Be wary of how close you become to Professor Riddle.” He warned.
“Of course, sir.” Harriet replied.
Dumbledore’s eyes lingered on her as she turned and walked out of his office.
Despite his many impressive magical talents, Dumbledore had never mastered Legilimency well enough to see another’s thoughts clearly.
Regardless, he had the distinct feeling that Harriet Potter concealed a sizable secret from him.
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Later that afternoon, during Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Harriet whispered something to her best friend, Hermione Granger, while they jotted down notes.
“-Miss Potter!” Professor Riddle suddenly snapped.
Tall, intimidating, and devastatingly handsome, from his black, ominous gaze to the short, dark curls that framed his angular face and ended around his high cheekbones, Professor Tom Riddle easily commanded his classes.
Standing at the front of the room, every student present fell silent as Professor Riddle narrowed his brooding eyes at Harriet.
Boys looked at him in fear but girls looked at him with longing.
Hired at just twenty-one years of age, Tom Riddle junior had returned to Hogwarts four month earlier as the youngest Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher in Hogwarts history.
From his imposing aptitude regarding the Dark Arts to his chiseled physique, it irritated Dumbledore that he had unwittingly helped Tom Riddle once again become a figure of intrigue and pining at the castle.
Yet, one student in particular had managed to capture his attention in a way that no one and nothing ever had before.
“……..Sorry, Professor.” Harriet blinked at him innocently.
“That’s the second time you’ve spoken out of turn this week!” Professor Riddle scowled, “Are you hard of hearing, Miss Potter? Perhaps you can’t hear me speak?…..Or is it that you simply enjoy being a very naughty girl?”
Sitting next to Harriet, Hermione looked down at the parchment on her desk after she rolled her eyes.
Harriet replied with an ample amount of cheek as she looked directly into Tom’s angry face and shrugged, “I wouldn’t necessarily say I enjoy it, Professor Riddle. I see it as more of a natural talent.”
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The following Saturday, while Harriet’s friends and classmates enjoyed their dinner in the Great Hall, Harriet carried out her detention sentence.
Locked inside Professor Riddle’s private chambers, she whimpered as he kissed down her bare abdomen.
As her legs moved, a clanging noise rang out.
Her fingernails scratched at the pewter restraints around her wrists.
On his bed, exposed, and in chains, Harriet Potter, the naughty girl, gleefully accepted her punishment from Professor Riddle.
Once the hours rolled by and her restraints were eventually loosened, she crawled onto Tom’s chest with a heavy sigh as he cradled her close, theirs bodies drenched with sweat, hearts still pounding.
Harrirt blushed as Tom gave her a possessive nuzzle while he whispered in her ear, his smooth voice thick with want and husky with need, “Mine……”
She wondered what Dumbledore would say if he knew she had already accepted Professor Riddle as her mate, with plans to elope with him during winter break and secretly begin the second semester in her second trimester as Mrs. Riddle.
Tom’s elegant, tapered fingers drifted over her abdomen as he found her lips again and resumed their heated kissing.
The coming months would bring with them their own difficulties.
Due to welcome her alpha’s first child two weeks after graduation, Harriet wondered how she’d manage to conceal her pregnancy from the entire school.
As Professor Riddle gently rolled her onto her back while he moved over her again, she sighed in wanton surrender.
It wasn’t as if she had lied to Dumbledore, after all.
In fact, Harriet couldn’t think of anything more scrupulous than finding her soul mate and spending her life with him.