(warnings: violence, smut, dark!tom, dubcon, noncon)
do NOT read if this doesn't appeal to you

*PLASE NOTE!! This fic is to NOT have any specific face claim, so feel free to imagine yourself or another face claim!

When they arrived at Hogwarts, they head straight into the Great hall for the feast and sorting hat.

She walked in and looked around her to find amounts of students chatting and laughing, happy to see each other again from the long summer break.

She looked at each one and sneered as she caught the eye of Zach Montgomery, the Hufflepuff. He sent her a smile in which she responded with a glare advising him to quit looking at her. She did not need for anyone to know. Tom being the exception.

It annoyed her how all they did was have sex and he somehow manages to smile. He knows she doesn't like him and probably only use him, but it seemed to her that the Hufflepuff would never stop being this loyal.

"Sit down." Tom said as he tugged her down. Anastasia rolled her eyes and accepted. She laid her hand under her chin as she watched the hall quieted down when headmaster Dippet stood up to speak.

"Welcome back students, and welcome to others." He nodded at the first years. "I hope your ride to our lovely castle was enjoyable. Now I'm sure you all are very hungry, so I won't keep you up. Tuck in!" With a wave of his hands, the emptied golden dishes were replaced with delicious foods.

Anastasia grabbed up some rice and a chicken breast on her plate. Her eyes looked up to, once again, met with Zach. Her breath stopped for a moment as she felt a cold hand gripping her thigh. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from letting out a groan.

Tom's lips brushed agains her hair and she could feel his warm breath on her cheek as he looked in the detection Anastasia was looking. Her eyes widened as she tried to push him back but to no avail. Tom was a bastard and he knew it. He knew she wouldn't do anything as there were people around her.

Tom's eyes never lost the locked gaze he and Zach had. Tom smirked and pushed open her legs so that Zach could notice. His face became red with fury as he watched him continue his assault.

Anastasia tried pushing him off. "Stop it." She managed to breath out quiet, her eyes frantically looking around to see if anyone notice Tom's closeness.

Tom then grabbed her hand gently; smart enough not to grip her to hard as people would notice right away. Yet his eyes held a different emotion. It held darkness. Anastasia shuddered as she gulped.

He took her to an abandoned classroom in the dark halls of the dungeons. He pushed her inside, almost throwing her to the ground but somehow Anastasia managed to catch herself before she fell.

Tom muttered a small spell to the door, locking it. He pushed her back until the small of her back his the table. Her eyes were wide as she tried to speak.

"Don't. say. a. word." He said each word with a venomous hiss making her shudder.

But she assented and closed her eyes. His large hands started touching every part of her body making her let out small moans of pleasure.

Suddenly he gripped her throat and pushed her head with to the table. Anastasia gagged and tried to push his hand off her.

His face was close to her mouth. "You like it rough right?" He said tauntingly as he unzipped his pants allowing his member to go free.

He let his hand glide up her skirt, making sure his fingers only brush against her wet folds. Anastasia let's put a moan but quickly bites her lip. Tom smirks at her. His fingers move her wet underwear to the side letting his finger finally touch her wetness. He was going so painfully slow.

"Who are you wet for Ana?" he murmurs in her ear, the grip on her throat getting more tight. Her eyes go wide from the inquiry, however that lone eggs Tom on much more. He fixes his hold making it harder for her to inhale which gets her even wetter. "Was i the one who made you wet like this. Or was it that Hufflepuff?" he spits out at her, eyes never leaving her as he pushed inside her with one thrust on his hips making Anastasia gasp out from the pain.

She leaned her head back but Tom moved the hand from her throat to her jaw, grabbing it. "Who?!" He demands from her again as she let out a moan of pleasure.

"Ah!—only you, my lord! Only you!" She managed to grasp out. Her hands moved from his abs to his strong arms, keeping her steady.

Tom thrusted one last time before spilling himself inside her, both letting out a groan at the feeling.

Anastasia laid on the table worn out, trying to catch her breath. Tom had already gotten his breath back and pushed a sweaty strand of hair off her face, his fingers gently stroking her cheeks.

She looked at him, eyes tired.

"Don't go near him. I forbid it, Anastasia." His eyes became dark. "Go near him again and I will kill him."

Anastasia nodded and sighed as she felt Tom bury her head into the crock of his neck.

"I promise." she breathed out. Her hand went up to Tom's cheeks and planted a soft kiss on his lips before slowly parting back.

Tom stared at her, his face plain as he crocked his head.