melody [tom r.] - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

"I want to show you something." Her voice was a whisper as she grasped his hand and led him out of the piano room. He was taken aback at the sudden contact, but Tom did not protest.
She felt his larger hand engulf hers, a burning tingle taking over her stomach as he did so. He made her feel feminine and for once, she enjoyed it.
But she was quite aware it was all wrong. Allowing herself to feel in such a way towards someone like him was an unforgivable sin. He was older than her, and he could get any woman wrapped around his finger because of his devilish handsomeness. But she was just a girl.
Why did he have to be her professor? Well, the positive thing was that she got to see him everyday, he was always within her eyesight and a sigh of relief almost escaped her. Her professors were all aged and ghastly, and she was positive he was the youngest professor to ever teach at Hogwarts – at the early age of 23. But then again, he could go for any other student if he'd gone for her. She was nothing special.
For a split second she wondered what her family would think of her if they knew what thoughts she had about her own professor. What would Abraxas do if he found out that his only sister chose his friend, out of all people?
Tom didn't say a word when they halted by an ebony door, and he realised that the side of the manor she'd taken him to seemed completely abandoned.
Melody led him inside quietly, the marble jacuzzi immediately catching his attention, as well as the arched ceiling that appeared to be enchanted. The room had no windows, but the vault showed a starry night sky, the celestial bodies winking at them mischievously. He tilted his head to watch the infinite galaxies gleaming back at him, and she found herself observing his posture, his neck, his hair. Did he have to be so handsome?
Tom averted his gaze to her when he heard the sound of splashing water, heeding the sight of her twisting the water taps and adding soap to the bathtub – which seemed to be a pit in the floor.
He watched her silently as she slid off her black dress, the dark lace clinging to her ivory skin much like endless cobwebs. The fabric bunched in a heap by her ankles, and she stepped out of it slowly.
Her mind kept screaming at her, wrong, wrong, wrong! But she chose to ignore it, and basked in the way his eyes ate her up. She was used to this, the lustful gazes in guys' eyes –even though she didn't think she had a flattering figure– but his look made her heart hammer, and she hated how her body reacted to him.
Tom took notice of the ribcage faintly protruding from her pallid skin, and he longed to trace his fingers over her bones. He wanted to mark her up,
he wanted to see the tender bruises his lips could draw on her delicate skin.
Melody was left in her undergarments when she stepped into the simmering water, her muscles immediately relaxing at the contact. The thin fabric clung to her body once wet, but the bubbly water was enough to hide everything, "Well, don't be shy. Come join me."
Tom couldn't comprehend just where she mustered her confidence from, but it made her all the more enticing. Of course he wasn't shy. He was very far from it, actually. But he obliged nonetheless, slowly discarding his jacket.
She looked at him then, and he was such a beautiful man. An absolute masterpiece. And when he loosened his emerald tie, untying it completely and unbuttoning his shirt, damn him. Damn him and his beauty.
"It didn't occur to me you'd willingly perform a strip tease." She wanted to kick herself in the face. Why in Merlin's name would she say that? She felt the desperate need to remind herself who he was, but her hormones seemed to be ignoring her and taking over her body.
He didn't reply until he was sat by her side.
"You're a naughty one, aren't you?"
She felt a red tinge cover her cheeks, something quite unusual for Melody Malfoy, and the hot water was nothing compared to the heat emitting from her body. She decided to remain silent, not thinking she could handle any more suggestive thoughts he sent hurtling towards her. The tension between them was unbearable.
Melody leaned her head against the edge of the jacuzzi to look up at the stars, finally deciding to speak. "I come here to relax."
She never thought she would bring anyone to this room with her, she'd always been on her own. Sharing this information with him seemed soothing, in a way.
"It is quite relieving."
She found herself staring at him, eyeing the tiniest features of his face. His jaw was tense and his eyes burned, green and scolding like the fire in the Slytherin common room. Why was she leaning closer? And why was he looking at her lips?
She tried reasoning with herself. This was so wrong. But could there be any harm in a small kiss? He was only five years older and they weren't in Hogwarts, they weren't Miss Malfoy and Professor Riddle. They were just Tom and Melody.
Tom and Melody. She liked the sound of that.
"Melody," he whispered, and she'd never thought she would love her name that much. The syllables rolling off of his tongue made her name sound like a damned hymn, but he was eager to worship.
"Tom." Melody never expected to get to call him by his first name, and it felt absolutely heavenly, like honey dripping from her lips.
He kissed her then. His lips were soft against hers, and she tried to ignore her hammering heart and focus on his movements. The water rippled as he pulled her closer, his hands running across her body softly, tracing every inch of bare skin they could reach. The sounds she made were heaven to his ears; utterly intoxicating.
"You're so beautiful."
His lips traced her neck and sternum, leaving fresh marks of sin as their wet bodies pressed together, their undergarments floating somewhere near them. He didn't seem to get enough, but hauled her up and out of the water so that her back was pressed to the cold tiles of the floor and his body loomed over her. He needed to be in control.
Fulfilment. That's what she felt as he moved against her, their bodies tangled together. He fit inside her like a puzzle piece and it was utterly terrifying. Tom was everything she wanted and more. He was such a charismatic man, so ambitious and clever, and she'd follow him to the depths of hell if it meant that she'd get to be with him.
"Scream my name, Melody," his voice was even deeper as he spoke against her ear, and she screamed his name just like he'd asked, making him subconsciously tighten his grip on her throat. She looked like a goddess beneath him, bringing him to his knees.
Their bodies glistened with sweat and water, but neither of them seemed to care. Melody's nails dug through the skin of his back, running over his shoulders and then his neck, only to pull at his dark curls between her fingers.
Damn him, was all she thought as she came undone under him, her heavy-lidded eyes staring up at the enchanted dome, quick breaths escaping their sinful lips.
Their romance was completely illicit, but he'd always found forbidden things alluring.
"So you just apparate to your bedroom whenever you don't feel like walking around the manor?" He questioned incredulously, his eyes watching her intently while she changed into a dry dress.
Melody shrugged dismissively, now feeling much more comfortable around him after their encounter. She didn't feel shame or guilt, she felt special between his arms; beneath him.
He looked around her room curiously, the mattress dipping when he took a seat on her bed. There was one word to describe it: grey. Her silk sheets were a dark shade of the foggy colour that could be mistaken as black, and even the carpet beneath his feet was light grey. Her room was dull, and nothing sparked his interest except the lofty bookshelf just by her dresser.
"You're not a virgin," Tom stated bluntly, watching her as she lit a hand-rolled cigarette.
Melody raised a defined brow, her brown eyes looking like raw honey in the natural light. She was leaning against the windowsill of her bedroom, regarding the plummeting snowflakes outside. She felt slightly offended, but brushed it off hastily.
"What did you expect?"
He shrugged, leaning against the headboard and plopping his legs onto the bed. He didn't seem to have an answer, so she continued.
"Let me tell you a story," she looked at him reluctantly, unsure if she was able to call him by his first name. She decided against it and went on, "There once was a young woman, whose parents married her off to a pureblood man at the early age of eighteen."
Melody paused to take one last drag of her cigarette, tucking a leg beneath her before throwing the filter out of the window. Her back was starting to ache at the position she was in, so she decided to sit beside him on the bed.
Tom wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. She realised how much liked the sight of him in her bed, and hoped the scent of his cologne would stick to her sheets.
"Everything went well at first. They fell in love, had a child, and were generally an acceptable family." She tangled her fingers with his absentmindedly, "but then, something changed. The woman felt like her husband didn't love her anymore, he didn't give her the attention she needed, and that went on for five years."
Tom raised his eyebrows questioningly, trying to decipher the reason behind her bringing up this random story. She paid him no mind and continued, "The woman was fed up, she needed her husband to love her, show her affection, so she slipped him a love potion in his tea. You can guess what happened next, they conceived a child, who in turn cannot feel anything because of the mother's selfishness."
He realised what it all meant. "You're the child."
Melody nodded, and he couldn't understand why she seemed calm telling him such a story. "Well, it's very advantageous in certain ways." Tom raised his eyebrows at her, and had it been anyone else questioning what she meant, Melody would've called them innocent fools, yet he was anything but that. Tom just didn't care about such things at all. He had his mind focused on his goals solely.
"Sex." Her answer was blunt and anyone else hearing it would've called her unladylike. She didn't care at all. She wanted to do whatever she felt like doing.
She shrugged, even though he hadn't said anything. "I never caught any feelings for those stupid teenagers."
He couldn't deny that Melody was indeed mature for her own age, but for all the wrong reasons. He figured that was one of the reasons she'd opened up to him in the first place. She sought maturity, she wanted a man to understand her. She didn't want a kid to play with her heart. Good for her, she wouldn't feel anything even if the latter situation did happen.
"But you, Tom. You made me feel something, something I've never felt before. Why do you think?"
"Everyone falls in love with me, my dear Melody." She glared pointedly at his arrogance, their hands still laced together. Way to ruin the moment. "But it might be because I was conceived under a love potion, too."