[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Tom opened his eyes slowly.The room was dark, and it was not clear whether it was night or day.

He fell asleep like this?

Everything that happened before came to his mind.

—Is it a dream?

He subconsciously looked around him, but Eleanor was gone.

He immediately opened his eyes wide and sat up abruptly from the bed.

He frowned, and reached out to touch the place where Eleanor had been lying—there was still a little warmth on the sheets.This means that everything that just happened is real.

"You're awake." Eleanor's voice came from the door.She was leaning against the door, watching him with a smile, "It's early morning, and the sun has just risen."

Tom watched her intently.

His black hair was messed up and his eyes were slightly red from lack of sleep.

Eleanor walked over and opened the curtains, the hazy morning light came in from the window, covering her cheeks with a hazy white light.Satisfied, she stretched out towards the window, with a bright smile on her face again.

Then she sat down beside Tom.

"It's a strange feeling." She turned her head and stared at him and said softly, then raised her hand and gently touched his cheek, "It's been so long, but it feels like I just saw you yesterday."

Tom stared at her without moving, letting her touch him, and then whispered hoarsely, "It's not like that to me."

Eleanor stared at his face, which looked more angular than she remembered, but otherwise not much had changed.

But for some reason, she always felt that there was something different about him.Although they were physically closer now than before, Eleanor couldn't read anything from his expression or eyes.

All in all, unlike before, she could not see what Tom was thinking at all now.This made her feel a little uneasy, so she kissed Tom on the lips, and then leaned on his shoulder without saying a word.

"Why?" She suddenly whispered, "Why don't you ask me what happened?"

"I can't," Tom said hoarsely, pressing his lips against her hair, and putting his arms around her.

Eleanor opened her mouth, "Actually, I—"

But her words were cut off.

Tom lay down on the bed and pulled her over.With a cry of surprise, she fell on the young man's chest.

"Don't say anything yet." He pressed his chin on the top of her head and whispered.

"But……"

Tom rolled over and was on top of her again.He buried his head in kissing her cheeks, lips, and began to caress her body at the same time.

——Again?

Eleanor panted slightly, helplessly allowing the other party to ignite the fire of desire on her body.

"You know... I really won't leave this time." She hugged Tom's neck and whispered hoarsely, "Trust me."

Tom stopped moving.

He stared at the girl under him expressionlessly, and the color of his eyes seemed to be getting darker.

"Fifteen times," he said softly.

"what?"

"Fifteen times in total." He whispered hoarsely, "Your phantom disappeared in front of me a full fifteen times. Every time I would force myself to ignore it, but it would come back after a while... ...the phantom created by the resurrection stone is as real as you are now."

"Oh Tom..."

"So, don't say anything now." Tom stopped her again, lowered his head and kissed her lips, and murmured, "I don't want to know whether you are a ghost, or a phantom, or real...it doesn't matter. relation."

After he finished speaking, he squeezed into Eleanor's legs again without warning, and re-entered her deeply.

Eleanor gave a short "ah", she bit her lip, enduring the pain of being suddenly entered.

But Tom's movements were much softer than last night's.Gradually, she finally felt a sense of pleasure.

She covered her forehead with her hand, and between her fingers, she saw that Tom was narrowing his eyes slightly like a sleepy cat, his pale cheeks were flushed, and at the same time, there was a small moan from his throat.

This scene is so sexy.

Eleanor couldn't help hugging him tightly, raised her head and kissed his hot lips again.

The legs of the two were intimately intertwined, like vines that could not be separated.Neither of them expected that they would desire the other's body so much.

After the end, Tom gasped slightly and fell beside Eleanor.

Eleanor still felt a little dizzy.Leaning on Tom's arm, she thought drowsily of some unimportant matter.

Tom said suddenly, "I saw you buried. So... what happened?"

"I don't know either." Eleanor replied with a frown. "When I woke up, I was already lying in an underground tomb."

"It's impossible." Tom turned sideways and stared at her firmly. "I checked many times. At that time, your breathing and heartbeat stopped."

"I don't know either." Eleanor looked up at Tom, and then she froze for a moment.

Tom's eyes became strange in an instant, and there seemed to be a faint red light flashing in his slightly red eyes.

"You don't believe what I'm saying?" she asked, frowning.

Tom's expression has completely returned to calm, "No, of course not...but just to be on the safe side, you'd better have a full body check-in case something like that happened last time."

"Oh, don't worry about it." Eleanor reassured, "I've seen the doctor—the Muggle healer. They all said I'm fine."

Tom chuckled slightly mockingly, "Muggle doctors? So, they often encounter such trivial things as the resurrection of the dead."

"Okay, I know what you mean." Eleanor sighed, "Then I will listen to you."

Then they leaned together again and fell silent.

"...Tell me about your affairs." Eleanor broke the silence and whispered, "You should have graduated from Hogwarts long ago, right? What are you doing now?"

"I--"

"Wait a minute, let me guess." Eleanor turned over, looked down at Tom and said with a smile, "Is it the healer? No, it won't be that—by the way, it won't be the Ministry of Magic." Let's work?"

A life aimed at the Minister of Magic - sounds like something Tom would do.

"No." Tom answered quietly.

A few minutes later, after a dozen failed guesses, Eleanor finally guessed the correct answer.

"Jesus, Hogwarts professor?" she said in amazement. "You've chosen the best job, Tom!"

"I'm just the professor's assistant now," Tom corrected.

"But you're sure to be a professor soon," said Eleanor, laughing, "—I'm pretty sure of that."

She was silent for a while, and then asked suddenly: "So are you going back to Hogwarts later?"

Tom glanced at her profile out of the corner of his eye. "Do you want to go back with me?"

"Can you?" She turned her head and looked at him expectantly.

"Of course," Tom said softly, and kissed her on the forehead. "We should go. I don't want to be late for the first class."

Eleanor looked at Tom blankly, with a gentle smile on his face.

But for some reason, she always felt that the him before and now had become unreal.She vaguely noticed that something between them was different from what it was a quarter of an hour ago.

Tom adjusted his skirts in front of the dusty mirror.

Just a few minutes ago, he had accidentally completely revealed his true self.He hasn't done this in many years.

Dazzled by lust.he thought to himself mockingly.

At this moment, his body was surrounded by warm breath - it was Eleanor who suddenly hugged him from behind.

He couldn't help but stop, silently looking at the two in the mirror.

This time she is no longer a phantom, so he no longer needs to refuse.But after fully realizing that she was real, he felt a little inexplicable anxiety and uneasiness.

He took a deep breath, and a mechanical smile appeared on his face again-the uneasiness disappeared immediately.

"Let's go." He turned and smiled at her.

A few minutes later, Eleanor looked up at the Hogwarts castle.

"Didn't think I'd see it again," she murmured in a low voice.

Then they walked through the gates of the castle.Along the way, the corridor was quiet, and no one could be seen.This is probably because most of the students haven't gotten up yet.

"It's much more spacious than the student dormitory." Eleanor walked around Tom's single bedroom curiously, and finally sat down on the soft big bed covered with black sheets.

"Stay here and I'll have the house-elf bring you breakfast," said Tom. "I'll see you after the first period."

Before leaving, he couldn't help adding: "Don't wander around, you know?"

"I see." Eleanor replied obediently, while smiling and waving at him.

Tom looked at her, and suddenly sighed slightly.

She looks the same as she did a few years ago.

She is still the same as she was when she was 17 years old - innocent, lively and defenseless.Although she looks a lot more stable, in fact she has not changed in any essential way.

— which is the exact opposite of himself.

The smile on Tom's face disappeared quickly after he walked out of the staff dormitory.

Over the course of a few years, he'd been to places and done things... things Eleanor could never have imagined.

If she found out—Tom knew the result without even thinking about it.She will definitely choose to stay away from him without hesitation.

Therefore, Eleanor's sudden appearance disrupted his original plan.He now had to start thinking about things he hadn't thought about before.

For example, how on earth should he place Eleanor?

He would not allow her to go back to that shabby Muggle hotel again.Speaking of the Muggle hotel, he hadn't figured out what to do with the boy who slapped her...

By the time he came to the door of the classroom, he had already figured out the answer.

After the first class, he hurried back to the dormitory, but was surprised to find that Eleanor had disappeared.

"Damn it." He cursed violently, then took a deep breath, turned around and walked out of the bedroom quickly.

Eleanor was walking towards him.She looked at him in surprise. "What's the matter with you, Tom?"

"Where have you been?" Tom asked with a frown, and at the same time took a step and grabbed her wrist tightly, "Didn't I tell you not to wander around?"

"I just went to the owl shack to send letters to Avery and the others." Eleanor replied quietly, "Don't worry, I won't get lost."

Tom took a deep breath and let go of her hand.

"Sorry," he murmured, "I just..."

"I know." Eleanor interrupted him, and then smiled, "By the way, I just ran into Professor Slughorn on the road. God, you should really see his expression at that time."

"They all thought you were missing," Tom whispered. "They didn't know you..."

"I understand," said Eleanor, smiling, "that I will not tell about my crawling from the grave, unless I want to be locked up as a monster."

Tom looked at her in silence.

"By the way, aren't you going to lunch?" she said briskly. "I'm starving."

Afterwards, all the professors who knew Eleanor expressed concern to her more or less.

"I just had an accident and hit my head, so the memory has been a little messed up," she explained, "but I'm fully recovered now."

To her surprise, Professor Slughorn went so far as to say "you've always been one of the brightest students in my class", so he was relieved to see her safe and sound.

"I thought I was one of the dumbest students," Eleanor joked.

"No, you're just not diligent enough," replied Professor Slughorn solemnly.

Eleanor suddenly laughed.

In the evening, she left Hogwarts.Tom apparated back to the old house with her.

"What's this?" She looked suspiciously at a bag Tom handed her.

After opening it, she was surprised to find that it contained a considerable amount of money.

"Take it, these are enough for you for a while," said Tom calmly.

"No, I can't..." She thought about the reason for the refusal, "I already have a job."

"Do you still want to go back to that hotel?" Tom said, with a hint of irritation in his voice, "Don't forget what they told you to do - mopping the floor, washing clothes, that's what you want to do ?"

"Of course not." Eleanor sighed.

"Then take the money I'm giving you," Tom said bluntly.

Then he took something from the inside pocket of his robes.

—a light-coloured wand.

"My wand!" cried Eleanor in surprise.

"I thought you might need this," said Tom.

Eleanor took the wand and stroked it fondly, "Oh, thank you, Tom!"

"I must go," whispered Tom, staring at her intently.

"Aren't you staying?" she asked a little surprised.

Tom shook his head slightly.

Eleanor was immediately disappointed. She lowered her wand and muttered, "...Okay."

"... the weekend." Tom whispered suddenly, "I will come to see you on the weekend."

Eleanor was silent for a moment, then smiled, "Then see you on the weekend."

The author has something to say: the author silently expresses that in fact Tom is wrong, Eleanor has changed a lot...

He just refused to notice that she had changed, and so did Eleanor.