#tom riddle lemon

[overlord-of-fantasy]

*sniff sniff*

Tom: *secretly eating some candy he stole from a first year in an empty class room*

Dumbledore, suddenly coming in, cheery: Oh, I thought I smelled lemon dropps! Yummy! May I?

Dumbledore: *takes one and leaves, humming a cheery song*

Tom, still spooked: I swear, if there was lemon in the human body that guy could replace the searchdogs after a bombing.

[lavenderfields14]

i love the whole "tom riddle was hot" "tom riddle was so charming" "tom riddle was perfect" thing that a lot of fics got going on, but i would also like to take a moment for everyone to remember that tom was a fucking nerd.

it's no wonder it took him so long at Hogwarts to get the Slytherin's on his side when my boy went about scribbling in his diary and sketching skulls. he was emo and his best friend was a snake that his great great great + granddaddy left for him.

he had it out for an old man who fed everyone lemon drops and wore the most outrageous robes and later a twelve year old boy after tom became the child therapist to an eleven year old girl.

he literally fashioned himself a new name out of his old one when over half the kids at my school wouldn't be able to tell you what an anagram even is.

he got a whole ass award for being a tattletale and was a teachers pet. man was a genius, yes, but he was also dork who liked to hide out in a chamber only accessible through the girls bathroom and and called his little book club The Knights of Walpurgis.

i love him but occasionally i just have to laugh at him and think about how bbg he his.

everything is so fucking unserious.

[iamnmbr3]

If I may jump onto your recent ice cream question, what do you think these following characters’ ice cream orders are?

Lily, James, Sirius, Regulus, all of the Weasleys (or just the twins, Percy, and Ginny if that’s too much), Dumbledore, Narcissa and Lucius… and Voldemort? (or Tom Riddle if you think they might be different)

(Followup to this).

Lily: Strawberry-and-peanut-butter because I like the idea of this being another secret similarity between her and Harry that neither of them ever got to find out about.

James: Ice cream is for losers who don't have more fun entertainments like sadistically tormenting their classmates to amuse themselves with. Why bother getting ice cream when he can feast on Severus's tears instead? But if no classmates are available to victimize he'll settle for chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts (which seems strangely fitting for him and also makes the ice cream Hagrid buys Harry in book 1 a secret callback).

Sirius: He goes for firewhiskey & raisin when he's a child because it seems daring and kind of adult but discovers he genuinely likes it...and then it becomes a habit and he still likes it as an adult (for the little time that he actually gets to be an adult before getting chucked in prison). More often than not though he just ends up getting the same as James so he can share it with him when James inevitably wants to try some despite already having his own.

Regulus: Plain vanilla - but only a fancy expensive brand that probably nobody who isn't monied and pureblood has ever even heard of so it's not boring Sirius shut up.

Fred: Pistachio.

George: Chocolate. Sometimes after the war Mrs. Weasley forgets and gives him pistachio though and it hurts too much to say anything about it.

Percy: For a lot of years he pretends it's coconut because he thinks that sounds refined and unusual (and also probably bc he saw mr. Crouch eat some once at an event) but actually it's chocolate.

Voldemort: extra dark chocolate as dark as his soul. jk. Pretty sure post cauldron body Voldemort doesn't eat...or probably really have taste buds so he's gonna pass. And all the flavors taste the same to him anyway. A small price to pay for immortality.

Tom Riddle: Black pepper ice cream the one time he had it over Christmas at Hogwarts. But really when it comes to food he's not picky. Just having anything to eat at all is a luxury - doubly so if it's good quality food and not plain gruel or something that used to be halfway decent but has since gone moldy. Given his experiences with famine he's very much of the 'food is fuel' mindset and if he could do something to ensure he needed to eat again (and thus never needed to fear going hungry) he would do it in a heartbreak. But still, he must admit that black pepper ice was surprisingly nice. Alphard's probably the only one who notices tho.

Ginny: Also black pepper ice cream. She's pretty sure it used to be chocolate before second year but she doesn't really want to think about the implications of that so she convinces herself either she misremembers or her tastes just changed. It doesn't really matter either way though, as she usually just orders strawberry and peanut butter since she knows that's Harry's favorite and she wants them to have tastes in common.

Narcissa: Dark chocolate.

Lucius: He doesn't actually have a sweet tooth but if you asked him he'd pick dark chocolate because Narcissa probably knows what she's talking about.

Dumbledore: Waitrose duchy organic lemon curd ice cream. Some find this quirky and entertaining while others are horrified or just plain confused. He finds all the reactions equally entertaining. Also he absolutely shows up to buy it in full wizard garb.

[limetameta]

Tom Riddle: How do you explain to someone that they're insane and their ideas are stifling you?

Albus Dumbledore, having put Tom Riddle in detention to interrogate him about Myrtle Warren, not expecting Tom Riddle to open up like this: I suppose speaking frankly to this person is out of the option?

Tom Riddle, at his wits end because Abraxas Malfoy keeps trying to gift him land and make it a tax write off: This is an insane person who does not take my feelings into any account.

Albus Dumbledore, uncomfortably realising that he's just about to project his relationship with Gellert onto Tom's relationship with Abraxas: Well, if he won't get off his high pureblood horse, I imagine a good duel is in order.

Tom Riddle: You're encouraging me to duel an aristocrat?

Albus Dumbledore, eating a lemon drop from a little box on his desk: Of course not, this is illegall.

Tom Riddle, taking a lemon drop and mulling things over: You know you're all right sometimes.

Albus Dumbledore, leaning forward: Well now that you've confided in me, care to tell me if you killed that girl?

Tom Riddle, choking on the lemon drop.

Albus Dumbledore, narrowing his eyes: The choking of a culprit. I knew it. *then, internally* It won’t stand up in court of course, but still, I knew it.

After detention

Abraxas: Mon chou, I realise that you have no real title and so in order to legitimize your being a Lord named Voldemort I thought that you could inherit the title through marriage! Ahem, * clears throat, just not noticing at all how uncomfortable he's made Tom* Tom Riddle, will you do me the honour of -

Tom Riddle, taking his wand out: I challenge you to a duel!

Abraxas: Well! If you want to win your way to my titles, who am I to disagree! :D ;)

Tom Riddle just growling and sending a hex at Abraxas to knock him out.

[riverxsong-ao3]

The Knights of Walpurgis: Chapter 21

The holidays ended tragically earlier than any one of them wanted them to, sending them back to the tender mercies of Umbridge and her Oversight Committee just days after Tom’s sixteenth birthday celebrations. The train ride back was quiet and morose, Draco staring out the window as Ginny clung to his side, clearly soaking up what little time she had left with him before they would have to pretend to be enemies once more. Harry, too, curled up against Tom, dozing against his shoulder, pretending not to wait for the other shoe to drop – for Umdridge to punish them for being too affectionate, for Snape to dig a little too deeply into his memories, for Dumbledore to put the pieces together. For these last, few, precious hours, they all had each other. Even Ron and Hermione seemed to be tucked up together closer than Harry’d ever seen them, and it left him wondering.

True to his fears, disaster awaited him as soon as they passed through the castle doors.

Umbridge was waiting for them, a wide grin spread across her face, her eyes bulging out maniacally. “There you are, Mr Potter, Mr Riddle,” she said, mockingly pleasant as they crossed the threshold with their trunks. “The two of you just seemingly disappeared well before break started, and I found myself wondering – why exactly could that be?”

“Family emergency,” Harry said scathingly, at the same time Tom remarked, “None of your business.”

Umbridge’s smile grew wider. “Oh, but I’m afraid it is my business,” she said gleefully. “You see, since you’ve been gone a number of Educational Decrees have been passed, most importantly Decree number thirty – no student may leave Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry outside of term breaks without first obtaining permission from the Grand Overseer. I’m afraid you’ve both broken this rule, and will be punished accordingly – unless you’d like to explain yourselves and plead your case?”

“Absolutely not!” Harry exclaimed. “‘Family emergency,’ that’s all you need to know! Whether someone was killed or simply took ill, that’s beyond your purview!”

“You’ll find it’s not, Mr Potter,” Umbridge replied, smiling nastily. “It is entirely at my discretion whether a student’s extenuating circumstances warrant an unscheduled trip out of the castle – and as neither of you have any family, I cannot accept that as an excuse for your absence.”

“Excuse me?” Harry snapped. “Have you forgotten my godfather’s existence? Have you forgotten the Weasleys, who literally adopted me according to Muggle standards? Just because Voldemort killed my parents doesn’t mean I have no family! And as Tom is my intended, that makes all of them his family as well!”

“Mr Potter,” Umbridge chirped, “you are forgetting Educational Decree Twenty-Five –”

“No, I’m not!” Harry fairly shouted. “You may be able to control our movements and relationships within the castle, but outside of school you have nothing to do with us! It’s perfectly legal for two men to marry each other, and that’s precisely what we intend to do as soon as we’re of age!” Harry rubbed his thumb against the ring Tom had given him, the one passed down through the Gaunts that was currently concealed by Parselmagic. “You might be able to punish us for open displays of affection, but you can’t prevent two people from simply loving each other!”

Umbridge’s expression had gone quite sour, her nasty grin fading into a tight, pursed scowl, as though she had accidentally sucked on a lemon. “How utterly disgusting,” she snarled. “It seems you two need to be taught a lesson on skirting around the rules I’ve put in place to make Hogwarts a respectable establishment of education. No more unscheduled trips out of school for either of you – and no more Hogsmeade’s visits, I think.”

“What?” Tom snarled, and Harry understood his indignation immediately – whether he agreed with the idea or not, Hogsmeade had been Tom’s venue for meeting with his Death Eater spy. “That’s ridiculous, Harry and I have broken none of your rules whilst on Hogwarts’ grounds!”

“Haven’t you?” Umbridge asked, her tone girlish once more, setting Harry on edge. “I have it on good authority that the two of you spend your nights in the same bed – what utter distress that must cause your dorm mates, to bear witness to such degeneracy. We’ll have to see about setting up separate rooms for the two of you, perhaps even alter your schedules so as to keep you apart.” She giggled. “I’ll let you two go now – head on down to your dorm, but don’t get too comfortable!”

[twistiraki]

The Scent of the Twisted Wonderland Boys

🌹Riddle Rosehearts- Riddle's scent is regal and refined, like a bouquet of roses in a castle. His scent is floral and sophisticated, with notes of rose and iris, matching his personality. Favorite Scent- Chloe Eau de Parfum by Chloé (Peony, Litchi, Rose, Amber)

❤️Ace Trappola- Ace's scent is a mix of fresh roses and leather, like a bouquet of roses wrapped in a leather jacket. The scent is both alluring and dangerous, just like Ace himself.

Favorite Scent: Noir de Noir by Tom Ford (rose with leather,wood, and spices)

♠️Deuce Spade- Deuce's scent is crisp and clean, with a hint of earthiness, matching his hardworking and diligent personality. The aroma is fresh and invigorating, with notes of citrus and basil, hinting at his tendency to stay focused and driven despite struggling with some school subjects.

Favorite Scent: Bright Neroli by Ferrari (Rosemary, Lemon, and Neroli)

♣️Trey Clover- Trey's scent is warm and comforting, like freshly baked bread or cookies. The aroma is soft and sweet, matching his laid-back and agreeable personality. The aroma is herbal and woody, with notes of lavender and cedarwood, hinting at his calming influence and ability to think things through.

Favorite Scent: By the Fireplace by Maison Martin Margiela (chestnut, vanilla, and wood)

♦️Cater Diamond- Cater's scent is sweet and playful, with a hint of fruitiness and a touch of floral notes, matching his peppy and outgoing personality. The aroma is refreshing and energetic, with notes of grapefruit and peony, hinting at his love for socializing and keeping up with the latest trends. 

Favorite Scent: Carnal Flower by Frederic Malle (coconut, ylang-ylang, and musk)

🦁Leona Kingscholar- Leona's scent is musky and animalistic, with hints of leather and woods. The aroma is primal and fierce, matching Leona's powerful personality.

Favorite Scent: Baccarat Rouge 540 by Maison Francis Kurkdjian (Saffron, Jasmine and Amberwood)

🍩Ruggie Bucchi- Ruggie's scent is fresh and earthy, like newly cut grass and damp soil. The aroma is comforting and grounding, reflecting Ruggie's steadfast personality.

Favorite Scent: Wood Sage & Sea Salt by Jo Malone London (sea salt and wood)

🐺Jack Howl- Jack's scent is spicy and woody, with a hint of bitterness, matching his rough and tough exterior. The aroma is complex and unpredictable, with notes of black pepper and vetiver, hinting at his reluctance to form close relationships with others despite respecting the hierarchy.

Favorite Scent: Opium Pour Homme by Yves Saint Laurent (Bourbon Vanilla, Tolu Balsam and Atlas Cedar)

🐙Azul Ashengrotto- Azul's scent is luxurious and refined, like an upscale department store. The aroma is a rich blend of expensive cologne, leather handbags, and polished wood, reflecting Azul's sophisticated personality.

Favorite Scent:  Gucci Guilty Absolute by Gucci (oud, rosewood, and Cypress)

👟Floyd Leech- Floyd's scent is unpredictable and complex, like the ocean's currents. The aroma is salty and spicy, with notes of seaweed and black pepper, matching Floyd's moody and unpredictable personality. His mood swings make it hard to predict what he'll say or do next.

Favorite Scent: Oud Minérale by Tom Ford (sea salt, seaweed, and pink peppercorn)

🍄Jade Leech- Jade's scent is delicate and floral, with a hint of underlying deceptiveness. The aroma is soft and powdery, with notes of lavender and Rosemary, matching Jade's gentle and courteous demeanor, but also hinting at his cunning and manipulative tendencies.

Favorite Scent: Acqua di Giò Profumo by Giorgio Armani ( Bergamot, Rosemary, Patchouli)

🦦Kalim Al-Asim- Kalim's scent is exotic and spicy, with hints of incense and sweets. The aroma is warm and inviting, matching Kalim's lively personality.

Favorite Scent: Angels' Share by By Kilian  (Cinnamon, Tonka Bean and Praline)

🐍Jamil Viper- Jamil's scent is smoky and seductive, like a late arabian night. The aroma is spicy and musky, with notes of tobacco and amber, matching Jamil's suave and sophisticated personality.

Favorite Scent: A*Men Pure Havane by Mugler (Honey, Cacao and Tabacco)

🪞Vil Schoenheit- Vil's scent is captivating and alluring, with a hint of sophistication, matching his pursuit of beauty and elegance. The aroma is floral and musky, with notes of rose and sandalwood, hinting at his desire to be the most beautiful person in the room.

Favorite Scent: Hypnotic Poison by Dior (Vanilla, Almond and Musk)

🏹Rook Hunt- Rook's scent is earthly and mysterious, with a hint of sweetness, matching his dark and enigmatic personality. The aroma is woody and musky, with notes of sandalwood and amber, hinting at his tendency to keep to himself and his past that he tries to hide.

Favorite Scent: Royal Oud by Creed (Sandalwood, Agarwood and Musk)

🍎Epel Felmier- Epel's scent is playful and mischievous, with a hint of sweetness, matching his fun-loving and impulsive personality. The aroma is fruity and floral, with notes of raspberry and jasmine, hinting at his desire to enjoy life and have fun, even if it means breaking the rules. A suggested matching perfume for Epel's scent could be Viktor & Rolf's Flowerbomb, which features notes of jasmine, rose, and patchouli.

Favorite Scent: Aventus by Creed ( Apple, Vanille and Oak)

💀Idia Shroud- Idia's scent is mysterious and dark, like old books and dusty tomes. The aroma is complex and intriguing, with notes of patchouli and lavender, matching Idia's shy but proud personality.

Favorite Scent: Santos de Cartier by Cartier (Pepper, Nutmeg, and Geranium

🤖Ortho Shroud- Ortho's scent is metallic and crisp, like freshly cut wires and circuit boards. The aroma represents Ortho's technical expertise and his robot-like appearance. It's a clean scent, with notes of ozone and steel. The aroma is a little clinical and precise, matching Ortho's analytical personality.

Favorite Scent: Versace Man Eau Fraiche by Versace (Saffron, Amber and Sycamore)

🐉Malleus Draconia- Malleus's scent is fiery and intense, like dragon's breath and volcanic ash. The aroma is smoky and spicy, with notes of cinnamon and chili pepper, matching Malleus's dragon-like appearance.

Favorite Scent: Chergui by Serge Lutens (honey, tobacco, and spices)

🦇Lilia Vanrouge- Lilia Vanrouge: Lilia's scent is warm and comforting, with a hint of playfulness, matching his easygoing and friendly personality. The aroma is woody and spicy, with notes of sandalwood and ginger, hinting at his teasing nature and mischievous tendencies.

Favorite Scent: Jazz Club by Maison Martin Margiela (tobacco, vanilla, and cedarwood)

💤Silver- Silver's scent is clean and crisp, with a hint of freshness and a touch of sweetness, matching his serious and reserved personality. The aroma is citrusy and aromatic, with notes of bergamot and lavender, hinting at his diligence and devotion to his training as a knight. 

Favorite Scent: New York for Gentlemen by Brooks Brothers (Cumin, oak moss and vetiver)

⚡Sebek Zigvolt- Sebek's scent is intense and fiery, with a hint of spice and a touch of sweetness, matching his loud, hot-blooded, and prideful personality. The aroma is spicy and woody, with notes of cardamom and amber, hinting at his honesty and blunt nature.

Favorite Scent: Noir Extreme by Tom Ford (cardamom, amber, and vanilla)

[dramioneasks]

Hey. Thanks for all the work you do for the fandom! Do you know any fics where Draco helps Hermione realize the flaws of the golden trio/griffindors/order? In a "c'mon, you're too smart to believe their shit" wat?

Riddle This By: CJRed - M, 47 chapters, Words: 177,707 - Everything Hermione knows about the war, herself, and the wizarding world is a lie. Friends become enemies, enemies become friends, and Dumbledore is not a leader of justice and light. With Snape as her mentor and a father she never expected, Hermione will ensure Harry’s survival and kick it to the ministry. Dramione. Lemons. Character deaths. Weasley Bashing. Updates weekly. (M)

Reverse - By: Lady Moonglow - M, WIP - At war’s end, Hermione is swept into the intrigue of an alternate world of opposites where Dumbledore rules as Dark Lord and Muggle technology and Dark Magic have revolutionized Britain. Light families who attempted resistance under Tom Riddle’s leadership have been left to a nightmarish fate. Can Hermione fix another shattered world - and still get back to her own? HG/DM

Thorns & Snakes - Elle_m2 - M, WIP - In the wake of their fourth year at Hogwarts, the Tri Wizards Tournament chooses Harry Potter as a champion, and life changes irrevocably for two members of the Golden Trio as Hermione finally sees her opportunity. A change of House, an hidden identity revealed, a secret powerful soul bond discovered, and Old Rituals awakening…What would have happened to the Wizarding World if Hermione Granger wasn’t who everyone thought she was?

Daughter and Son By: ekrichards - K+, 33 chapters - A new law is enacted forcing any able wizard or witch to take in muggle born students to protect them against a possible rise of the Dark Lord and his gang of Death Eaters. Warning: Manipulative Dumbledore, Dark Hermione, Harry, and Severus. Mentions of abuse.

-Lisa

[coolbeans32]

Echoes of Destiny: The Serpent and the Phoenix

PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader (OC)

SYNOPSIS: Genevieve's memories of her time at Hogwarts and Tom Riddle. Consisting of events from her first year to her death.

WARNINGS: This chapter contains themes of love, betrayal, heartbreak, and loss. There are also scenes of intense emotion, including arguments and confrontations between characters. Additionally, there are references to dark magic, including the concept of Horcruxes, and moments of violence.

WORD COUNT: 4.7k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My favorite chapter writing so far!!! This chapter will finally include dialogue between the relationship of Tom and Genevieve. At some part, it mentions that Tom is called a muggleborn. It is important to note that this is done so in the perspective that the pure bloods (Abraxas Malfoy) do not know he is the Heir of Slytherin until later on. Happy Reading :))

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Chapter Eight

Revelations Part II

A young Genevieve stood on the platform at King's Cross Station, her heart fluttered with excitement and nerves. It was September 1st, 1938, and it was her first day to go to Hogwarts. Her father, Albus Dumbledore, stood beside her, his presence comforting amidst the bustling crowd of students and families.

"Are you ready, my dear?" Albus asked, his blue eyes gentle as he looked down at his daughter.

Genevieve nodded, a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty swirling within her. "I think so, Father," she replied softly, clutching her trunk tightly.

As they approached the magical barrier between platforms nine and ten, Genevieve glanced up at her father, a question lingering on her lips. "Father, where's Pops?" she inquired, searching the crowd for any sign of her other father, Gellert.

Albus's expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes. "He couldn't make it today, my dear," he explained gently. "He's busy with other matters."

Genevieve's shoulders slumped slightly, disappointment tugging at her heart. She had hoped that Gellert would be there to bid her goodbye, but she understood that his duties often took him away. They both walked through the barrier, where they were engulfed by various families rushing and running around, ready to send their children to their new home for a while.

Albus knelt down to her height, a small smile playing on his lips as he reached into his pocket. "Here," he said, offering her a lemon drop candy. "For the journey."

Genevieve's face brightened at the sight of the sweet treat, and she accepted it with a grateful smile. She hugged her father tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace enveloping her.

"Good luck, my dear," Albus whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I know you'll do great things at Hogwarts."

With a final wave and a whispered goodbye, Genevieve boarded the train, her heart filled with a mixture of excitement and sadness. As the train pulled away from the platform, she watched her father's figure fade into the distance, a sense of adventure and anticipation swelling within her.

As the Hogwarts Express chugged along the tracks, Genevieve stood by the window of one of the train cars, waving goodbye to her father until the bustling station disappeared from view. A sense of excitement mingled with nervousness bubbled within her as she realized she was truly on her way to Hogwarts.

Turning away from the window, Genevieve began to search for an empty train car where she could settle in for the journey ahead. Eventually, she found one and stepped inside, only to find a boy sitting there, engrossed in a book.

"Um, excuse me," Genevieve said softly, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

The boy glanced up from his book, a scowl forming on his lips as he prepared to admonish her for interrupting his reading. However, as his gaze met hers, he froze, captivated by the mesmerizing sight of her two-colored eyes.

After a moment of silence, the boy's expression softened, and he nodded slightly. "Uh, sure, go ahead," he muttered, gesturing to the empty seat across from him.

Genevieve offered him a grateful smile as she moved to sit down. "Thank you," she said softly, smoothing her robes as she settled into her seat. "I'm Genevieve Ariana Grindelwald Dumbledore. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The boy regarded her skeptically for a moment before reluctantly introducing himself. "Tom Riddle," he replied, his tone guarded as he recalled Albus Dumbledore, wondering why his spawn was wanting to sit next to him. 

Genevieve nodded politely, unfazed by his cautious demeanor. "Nice to meet you, Tom," she said, her smile warm and genuine. "Are you a first year as well?."

Tom, caught off guard by her continued conversation, reluctantly nodded. "Yes," he replied tersely, wondering why she seemed so intent on speaking to him.

Genevieve's smile remained undiminished by his reticence. "I hope we are in the same house," she remarked optimistically.

Tom merely nodded in response, hoping that she would take the hint and allow him to return to his book. He had little interest in engaging in conversation, especially with someone he had just met. Sensing his desire for silence, Genevieve turned her attention to the window, watching the scenery whiz by as the train sped towards Hogwarts. They sat in companionable silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.

However, after a time, Genevieve began to grow restless. Bored of staring out the window, she decided to practice a bit of magic to pass the time. With a flick of her wand and a whispered incantation, she conjured up a delicate lily flower in her hand. Tom, though he tried to maintain his facade of disinterest, couldn't help but be impressed by her display of magic. He watched in silent awe as she performed the spell with ease, his curiosity piqued despite himself.

As Genevieve's attention returned to the flower in her hand, she glanced at Tom, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Despite his initial reluctance, Tom found himself intrigued by the enigmatic girl seated next to him, wondering what other secrets she might hold.

As Genevieve's name was called, she felt a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through her veins. Walking up to the front of the Great Hall, she took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the room as she approached the Sorting Hat. As the ancient hat was placed upon her head, it seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if pondering her fate. Then, after what felt like an eternity, it finally called out, "Slytherin!"

A wave of happiness washed over Genevieve as she made her way to the Slytherin table, where she was greeted warmly by some of her new housemates. However, she couldn't help but notice the absence of the usual sparkle in her father's eyes as he applauded her sorting from the staff table. As the sorting continued, Genevieve's attention was drawn to a particular student to be sorted, Tom Riddle, whom she sat with on the train. She watched intently as he approached the Sorting Hat, wondering which house he would be placed in.

To her surprise, the hat wasted no time in proclaiming "Slytherin" for Tom as well. Genevieve joined in the applause, clapping enthusiastically along with some of her fellow Slytherins. However, her joy was short-lived as she noticed the disdainful glares directed towards Tom from some of the pureblood students.

One particularly vocal boy, Abraxas Malfoy, made a derogatory comment about Tom's heritage, referring to him as a Muggleborn who didn't belong in Slytherin. Without hesitation, Genevieve stood up and confronted him, defending Tom against the unfair judgment. Abraxas faltered under her unwavering gaze, silenced by her unexpected defiance. Tom, meanwhile, watched her with a mixture of surprise and gratitude, his curiosity about the girl who had come to his defense piqued even further.

Thirteen year old Genevieve made her way through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, the echoes of her footsteps mingling with the distant murmurs of students. As she approached the entrance to the Slytherin common room, she noticed a commotion up ahead.

Peering around the corner, Genevieve's eyes narrowed as she saw Malfoy and a group of older Slytherins surrounding Tom, their voices dripping with contempt and superiority. Tom, ever composed, stood his ground, his expression a mask of icy indifference as he faced their taunts.

Without a moment's hesitation, Genevieve stepped forward, her wand held firmly in her hand as she cast the Flipendo spell at Abraxas Malfoy, sending him stumbling backward with a yelp of surprise. The other Slytherins recoiled in shock, their bullying tactics faltering in the face of Genevieve's unexpected intervention.

Tom, though visibly taken aback by her interference, maintained his cool demeanor as he brushed himself off, his eyes betraying a hint of confusion, upset at the fact out of anyone, it was Genevieve who stopped them. "I could've handled it myself, Dumbledore," he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration.

Genevieve turned to him, her gaze piercing and unwavering. "I know," she replied simply, her tone leaving no room for argument. "But Slytherins protect their own. Even Malfoy should know that, Riddle."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Tom to ponder her words in silence. As he watched her retreating figure, a sense of curiosity and admiration stirred within him, mingling with the lingering confusion of her unexpected act of solidarity. With a sigh, he shook his head and made his way to the library, his thoughts consumed by the enigma that was Genevieve Dumbledore.

[Time Skip to Fifth Year]

Genevieve trudged through the corridors of Hogwarts, her steps heavy with reluctance as she made her way to the library. She had been assigned to Tom Riddle for tutoring in potions, a consequence of her rebellious streak and her increasing defiance against her father. As she entered the library, Genevieve spotted Tom sitting at a table, a stack of books spread out before him. His expression was one of mild curiosity, tinged with a hint of skepticism as he regarded her.

"Late, as usual, I see," he remarked, his tone cool and detached.

Genevieve bristled at his remark, her rebellious spirit flaring to life. "I'll have you know that I'm not here because I want to be," she retorted, her voice tinged with defiance. "And I certainly don't need your help."

Tom arched an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering as he regarded her. "Oh? And yet here you are, assigned to me for tutoring in potions," he countered, his tone laced with amusement.

Genevieve clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to snap back at him. She knew he was right, but she refused to let him see her vulnerability. "Fine," she muttered through gritted teeth. "Let's get this over with."

With a resigned sigh, Tom gestured for her to sit opposite him at the table. As they delved into their studies, their interactions were filled with tension and animosity, their academic rivalry simmering just beneath the surface. Despite their bickering, Genevieve couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of her mind. She was rebelling against her father, against everything he stood for, and yet, deep down, she couldn't help but wonder if she was making a grave mistake. But for now, she pushed those doubts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand as she begrudgingly allowed Tom to tutor her in potions.

Genevieve stumbled through the dense undergrowth of the Forbidden Forest, her vision blurred by tears of frustration and hurt. The echoes of her argument with Tom still reverberated in her mind, each cutting word carving deep into her wounded heart. They had been practicing dueling spells in a secluded clearing, their wands flashing as they sparred with intensity. But as the duel progressed, tension simmered between them, fueled by Tom's growing resentment at Genevieve's skill.

In a fit of rage, Tom had lashed out, hurling insults and accusations at Genevieve. He ridiculed her, accusing her of working with Dumbledore against him, of betraying their friendship for the sake of her father's agenda. Genevieve's heart twisted with anguish as she listened to his words, each one a painful reminder of their fractured bond. She had tried to defend herself, to reason with him, but Tom's anger was relentless, his words like barb wire digging into her skin.

But what hurt the most was the fact that he believed that she would work with her father to betray him.  It was a bitter reminder of their diverging paths, of the growing chasm between them, especially with her wavering loyalty to both Albus and Gellert. Everything was just building up so quickly, and it became too much. As the argument reached its peak, Genevieve couldn't bear it any longer. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she had fled into the forest, seeking solace amidst the ancient trees and whispered secrets.

Now, as she stumbled through the shadowed depths of the Forbidden Forest, Genevieve felt the weight of her despair pressing down upon her. She sank to her knees, her sobs echoing through the silent woods, a poignant symphony of pain and regret. In that moment of vulnerability, Genevieve felt utterly alone, the echoes of Tom's accusations still ringing in her ears. She didn't know how to mend what had been broken between them, didn't know if their friendship could ever be restored. All she could do was cry, lost in the wilderness of her own emotions, yearning for a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded her.

The soft rap of knuckles against the wooden door echoed through the silent corridor, breaking the stillness of the evening air. Genevieve sat on the edge of her bed, her heart heavy with the weight of recent arguments and hurtful words exchanged with Tom. She knew it was him standing outside her door, seeking reconciliation, seeking forgiveness.

"Go away, Tom," she called out, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and frustration. There was a moment of hesitation, a pause that stretched between them like an unspoken plea for understanding. Then, with a resigned sigh, the door creaked open, revealing Tom standing on the threshold, a bouquet of daffodils in his hand.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice tinged with slight remorse as he held out the flowers as a peace offering. "I shouldn't have said those things. I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me."

Genevieve's eyes flickered to the bouquet, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite herself. She moved aside, wordlessly inviting Tom into her room, her heart aching for reconciliation, for the restoration of their fractured friendship.

Tom stepped inside, his movements hesitant, uncertain. He approached Genevieve slowly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of forgiveness. When she reached out to accept the flowers, he felt a surge of relief wash over him, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness of their recent discord.

"Thank you," Genevieve whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Tom's gaze, her eyes softening with warmth and understanding. Tom swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion as he watched her. Slowly, almost tentatively, he reached out to embrace her, his arms wrapping around her in a hesitant embrace. At first, his touch was stiff, his movements rigid with uncertainty. But as Genevieve leaned into his embrace, he felt himself relax, felt the tension melting away as he allowed himself to be enveloped in her warmth. They stayed like that for a while, two lost souls seeking solace in each other's embrace, their hearts slowly healing as they began to rebuild the fragile bonds of friendship that had been tested by the storms of their own making.

The air crackled with tension as Genevieve confronted Tom, her eyes piercing through his facade of secrecy and deception. Tom's expression darkened with rage at the revelation that she had uncovered his darkest secret, his plan for immortality through Horcruxes.

"How did you find out?" he demanded, his voice seething with anger as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of her unwavering gaze.

Genevieve ignored his question, her focus unwavering as she delved deeper into the heart of the matter. "Are you truly prepared for the consequences of your actions? Do you know what consequences it brings to splitting your soul that many times?" she asked, her voice tinged with anger  and concern.

Tom's eyes flashed with determination as he replied, "It's the only way I will become the most powerful sorcerer alive."

Genevieve's expression softened with sympathy as she shook her head in resignation. "No, Tom," she said softly, her voice filled with regret. "It's not. You don’t know what you’re doing."

With a heavy heart, she reached into her cloak and withdrew a small package, handing it to him. It was his birthday gift, a journal engraved with his full name. As Tom took it, his fingers brushing against the smooth surface, Genevieve uttered a solemn "Happy Birthday."

Then, with a heavy sigh, she continued, "I found out who your family is. Your mother is Merope Gaunt, daughter to Marvolo Gaunt, and sister to Morfin Gaunt. Heirs of Salazar Slytherin himself. So I figured your mother named you after your father and grandfather. I hope you like it."

Tom's eyes widened in shock at the revelation, his mind reeling with the implications of his lineage. As Genevieve turned to leave, he was left standing there, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions swirling within him. No one had ever known when his birthday was, yet Genevieve had found out, somehow. And now, as he watched her walk away, he couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness and uncertainty that gnawed at him from within. Running his hands through his hair in frustration, Tom let out a heavy sigh, feeling more lost and conflicted than ever before. With a sense of unease settling in his chest, he turned and headed to his room, seeking clarity amidst the chaos of his thoughts.

As Tom stared at the journal in his hands, the weight of Genevieve's words hung heavy in the air. He couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief at the revelation of his ancestry, nor could he ignore the unsettling truth of her warnings about his pursuit of power. For the first time in a long while, Tom found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, there was the burning desire for power, the relentless drive to carve out his own destiny and become the most powerful sorcerer the world had ever seen. But on the other hand, there was Genevieve – wise, strong, and unwavering in her convictions.

Her opinion mattered to him more than he cared to admit. He had always admired her resilience, her intelligence, and her unwavering sense of right and wrong. And yet, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought of disregarding her warnings, of risking everything for the sake of his own ambition. But as he sat there, lost in thought, a realization began to dawn on him. Perhaps there was more to life than power and ambition. Perhaps there was something worth fighting for, worth sacrificing for – something that transcended the pursuit of greatness.

With a newfound sense of purpose burning within him, Tom made a decision. He would find Genevieve, he would seek her counsel, and together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead. For in Genevieve, he saw not only a friend, but a kindred spirit – someone who understood the complexities of his soul, someone who saw beyond the mask of darkness he wore. And so, with determination coursing through his veins, Tom rose from his seat and set off to find Genevieve, ready to confront the truth and forge a new path forward, together.

In the depths of the Forbidden Forest, where the ancient trees whispered secrets and the air crackled with magic, Tom Riddle found himself standing before Genevieve, his heart laid bare. 

"Genevieve," he began, his voice uncharacteristically soft, "there's something I need to tell you. Something I've realized, something I've been trying to deny for far too long."

Genevieve looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What is it, Tom?"

Taking a deep breath, Tom gathered his courage and spoke from the depths of his soul. "I love you, Genevieve. More than words can express. More than I ever thought possible for me." Genevieve's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never expected to hear such words from Tom, never dared to hope that he could feel such deep emotions.

"But how can that be?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "You've always... I never thought..."

Tom reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands. "I know I've been distant, cold even. I know I have no reason for you to believe me…But you, Genevieve, you broke through the walls I've built around my heart since the day I met you on the train…You showed me that I'm capable of feeling, of loving, in a way I never thought possible. I admire your strength, courage, and wisdom. You’re much stronger than I could ever be, with everything you’ve dealt with…I wish I could say that I am the man you deserve but I’m not. You deserve someone better than me, but I am a selfish man. I don’t think I can bear thinking of you with someone else…I just want you.” Tears welled in Genevieve's eyes as she listened to Tom's heartfelt confession. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the forest and the enchantment of their shared sanctuary, she knew that she felt the same way.

"I love you too, Tom," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. And then, without another word, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss that ignited a fire within their souls. And as they kissed, flowers bloomed around them, and spider lilies danced in the gentle breeze, in the garden-like sanctuary built by Genevieve, in the heart of the Forbidden Forest, a place where both Tom and her escaped in the midst of the chaos that brewed at Hogwarts. In that moment, Tom and Genevieve knew that they were meant to be together, bound by a love that transcended time and space, and that nothing could ever tear them apart.

[Time Skip to Sixth Year]

In the bustling corridors of Hogwarts, Genevieve marched purposefully, her jaw set with determination. She had seen enough, heard enough, and she was not about to let it slide this time. As she rounded the corner, she spotted Tom Riddle, his expression stoic as ever, surrounded by a group of his followers.

"Tom," she called out, her voice tinged with anger.

Tom turned to face her, his brow furrowing slightly at the intensity of her gaze. "Genevieve, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Genevieve repeated, her voice rising with frustration. "I'll tell you what's wrong. You promised me you would stop meeting with your Knights of Walpurgis, and yet here you are, still going behind my back."

Tom's expression hardened, his jaw clenching as he prepared to defend himself. "I had no choice, Genevieve. If I were to suddenly cut ties with them, it would undermine everything I've worked for. They finally treat me as their equal, and if I were to back out now, they would ridicule me, disrespect me."

Genevieve shook her head, her anger unabated. "That's not good enough, Tom. You promised."

Tom's gaze narrowed, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "And what about you, Genevieve? You're still helping both Dumbledore and Gellert, even though you're emancipated from them. Isn't that a bit hypocritical, knowing you clearly stated you broke ties with them?"

Genevieve's eyes flashed with hurt, her resolve wavering for a moment before hardening once again. "That's different, and you know it."

"Is it?" Tom challenged, his tone cutting. "Seems to me like you're asking me to do something you're not willing to do yourself."

Genevieve's fists clenched at her sides, her patience wearing thin. "Fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need space, Tom. Leave me alone."

Before Tom could respond, Genevieve turned on her heel and strode away, disappearing into the throng of students. Tom watched her go, his heart heavy with regret. He hadn't meant to hurt her, hadn't meant for their argument to escalate like this. With a heavy sigh, Tom straightened his shoulders and pushed his emotions aside. He had Prefect duties to attend to, and he knew he would have to find a way to make things right with Genevieve. But for now, he would give her the space she needed, hoping that in time, they could mend their fractured relationship.

Tom's heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the corridors of Hogwarts, his mind swirling with panic and regret. He couldn't bear the thought of Genevieve being upset with him for this long. He had tried to reconcile with her, but it was obvious that she wasn’t going to fold as easily, especially with the words he chose. He thought, “You fucking dumbass.” He had to find her, had to make things right, and make it up to her. 

He scoffed at himself, at the irony of it all. The great Tom Riddle, feared by many, was brought to his knees by a mere witch. A witch who had shattered his walls, breached his defenses, and claimed his heart as her own. He hated her for it, hated how she made him feel, how she made him want things he never thought he could have.

But deep down, beneath the layers of anger and pride, he knew the truth. He loved her. He loved her with a fierceness that scared him, with a passion that threatened to consume him whole. And now, as he searched frantically for her, he realized he was going to give up everything for her, no more lies, and especially, no more going behind her back, no matter how much it killed him. 

And then, as if guided by some unseen force, his feet carried him to the girl's bathroom on the second floor. And there she was, lying on the floor, unresponsive. His heart stopped as he knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her. "Genevieve!" Tom's voice cracked with desperation as he fell to his knees beside her, gently cradling her in his arms. His hands trembled as he checked for any signs of life, his mind clouded with panic.

He looked up and saw a Ravenclaw in front of him, armed with her wand pointed at his love. He frantically yelled, “What did you do?”

Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, the young Ravenclaw, looked at him, in a slight daze, until she regained some consciousness, said, “I…I don’t know.” Tom looked at her angrily, “Find someone…Get help then, don’t just fucking stand there!” He exclaimed. 

"Gen," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "Don't do this to me. Please, don't leave me. I love you. I'm sorry. You promised." But she didn't respond, didn't stir, but there were still signs of her breathing, slight, but still there. He had tried to come up with every healing spell possible to help her before help came along. Suddenly, Myrtle materialized before him, but Tom had no time to dwell on her as he heard Dumbledore's voice approaching.

"Dumbledore, please help me!" Tom pleaded as the headmaster entered the bathroom, his eyes wild with desperation. Dumbledore's response was not what Tom expected. Instead of rushing to aid Genevieve, he offered empty reassurances, his demeanor strangely detached. Tom's frustration boiled over as he realized Dumbledore's indifference.

Ignoring Dumbledore's presence, Tom focused all his energy on trying to revive Genevieve. He refused to accept defeat, pouring every ounce of his magical ability into his efforts to save her. But despite his desperate attempts, Genevieve remained limp in his arms, her life slipping away with each passing moment.

"Gen, please... don't leave me," Tom's voice cracked with emotion as tears streamed down his face. He held her close, willing her to hold on, but her stillness only fueled his anguish. Dumbledore's hollow words of consolation fell on deaf ears as Tom's grief overwhelmed him. In that moment, the reality of her absence washed over him, Tom felt something inside him break. He cried out her name, his voice raw with pain and desperation, as he realized he had lost the one person who meant everything to him. In a moment of raw emotion, he turned to the headmaster with eyes blazing with fury.

"You'll pay for this, mark my words," Tom's voice was barely above a whisper, but his words were filled with venom. "You let your own daughter die, and for what?" With those words hanging in the air, Tom cradled Genevieve's lifeless form in his arms, his heart shattered as he mourned the loss of the one he loved most. And as Dumbledore stood there, a silent witness to the tragedy he had allowed to unfold, Tom vowed to seek justice for Genevieve's untimely demise.

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[tomionefinds]

Looking for a rec, fanfic where Hermione find Tom and can't avoid saving him, like she finds him injured, or poisoned or something like that,then she has to cure him and he gets intrigued by her leading to the crush, normally I prefer Tom during his store times , but I am ok with any era except he being Voldemort and old.

Hi Thesadcolorful -

Here is what we could find. - Haus

Have you Ever by LadyMoonglow

T | Complete | 180k

With the war looking bleak, the Golden Trio, Ginny, Draco, and Lavender go back to Tom Riddle's 7th Year to destroy Lord Voldemort once and for all. What Hermione DIDN'T count on, however, is a shared common room, a curse, and a crazy little thing called love.

Out of Time by Pranstergangster83

M | WIP | 38 Chapters on Wattpad

A potion accident leaves Tom Riddle in a magical coma. With the lack of a Dark Lord, the world leaves Hermione Granger with few friends. When the two are pushed together by fate, anything could happen. *This is Tomione AU and will eventually contain some lemons. Dark themes are ahead.

Experiment of the Mind by Nerysdax

T | Complete | 17k

Healer-Trainee Hermione Granger finds herself in a pickle when confronted with a most troublesome patient.

[tomionesmutfest2024]

Former Fest Highlight Week 2: Tomione Smut Fest 2018

At the Shrine of Your Lies by Solnyshko (ivyandcarnation)

Summary:

She went to his church by accident. Written for Tomione Smutfest 2k18.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Characters: Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger's Father

Additional Tags: murder!, PWP, Smut, Lemon, saint - Freeform, Saint!Tom, And he ain't a saint for one thing, I'm Going To Hell For This, Church Sex, bastardization of church stuff, inappropriate setting for sex, tramp stamp, you can thank tom riddle for that shit

[isekai-crow]

Mashle: Magic and Muscle Season 1 Re-Cap + Season 2 - Episode 1

Other Episodes-> ep2 ep3 ep4 ep5

This anime shits all over JKR in the best way possible. Highly Recommended if you can make it through the 2nd half of Season 1.

Overall Rating So Far: 8/10 with hopes it will stay there.

For comparison, season 1 ended up 6/10. TToTT as to why...

I'm writing this while re-watching season one, and maaaaan what a strong start Season 1 had!! 9/10 for the first 4 episodes!!

How is this avoiding copyright? I don't know but I fully support it.

I LOVE MASH AND HIS REALISTIC TAKES.

The pacing got completely thrown off after episode 5. Did we really need those fight to be THAT long and drawn out?? No. I get that animation studios are limited in how far into the manga they can go in a given season, but I would have preferred anime original filler over 2 episodes of metal punch dude, and the whole "chamber of secrets" esque episodes...

Despite being sorely disappointed by the second half of season 1, I did finish it. Starting episode 1 of Season 2, I completely forgot where the last episode had left off and it hasn't even been that long!! I had to laugh at just how much my brain had tuned out by the end, which is sad, because this is such an amazing premise.

HOWEVER

SEASON 2 EPISODE 1 BROUGHT BACK THE DRIVE TO WATCH!!

The first episode of season 2 doubles down on poking ALL sorts of holes in the plot of Harry Potter and sidestepping any massive overlaps to avoid copyright. BUT IT'S SO OBVIOUS, I LOVE IT.

May I introduce you to...

"Harry Potter with just enough serial numbers filed off to avoid a lawsuit." - Capybara

Spoilers for Episode 1 Below the Cut

We started off with a small recap of the end of season 1 and honestly I don't remember most of it happening.

Woo they beat the Tom Riddle/Abel Walker, Woo they won tons of points for their dormitory, Woo Mash's super special "magic spell" the Suplex!!!

But oh no! There is a rumor that Mash can't use magic has gotten out! To be fair, it was only a matter of time. Bicep Smash Magic can only get you so far lolol.

The little celebration party is very cute, and suddenly Abel and Abyss show up, and Mash is just totally chill with them joining in their party. Abel even brought a deck of cards and they're playing bullshit of all games lmfao

Personally I want to know why Dot has his mouth and face all bandaged up, but I assume that's Lemon's doing for some reason or another lol

Let me just say, I love Abel and Abyss. Abel is terrifying and carrying around his creepy doll and freaking Finn out, and literally just wants to have fun with everyone. He's far more incompetent, or maybe just normal? than he seems. And cares about Abyss!! And Abyss is doing his best to take care of his master, and thanks Mash for stopping them both. And can't talk to women!!

We love a traumatized bishonen.

Mash gets called to the Bureau of Magic and basically gets called a Mudblood to his face for not having magic and is being sentenced to death.

AND DRACO MALFOY SHOWS UP TO SAVE HIM.

You cannot dissuade me that this isn't another Draco.

And of course, to counter Draco/Ryoh Grantz, we get Knock Off Harry Potter and gang!

Neville with a dragon? Snow girl is Luna? The one with the book is Hermione? Obviously these are also original characters and there is no one to one with characters, but it's fun to try and place them.

Fake Harry Potter / Orter Madel says the most Not Harry Potter thing ever, and its hilarious that a character known for going against the rules has a caricature doing exactly the opposite.

Fuckin' mood Mash. Where the hell did RON come from??? ah.. his only purpose is to narrate what's happening. Makes sense.

The magi-parasite shows up, mob deals with, and it should be a done deal, but Orter continues to push the issue as Ryoh tries to stop him.

Will Mash be taken away and executed? He's not budging. Will Draco and Harry fight? What will become of Mash now that Dumbledore and Finn's Big Bro have shown up?

Until Next Time..

What the fuck is this show I love it so much.

[i-am-evilsylveon]

My Tom Riddle idea has grown. I call this Project Erised, as Tom Riddle and most of the cast are in reverse as would a mirror showing it our reflection.

As for right now, everything going on is doing will. Some moments stay the same, others not because fuck the canon.

This helps me introduce characters you love with a lemon twist. Also don’t worry, Mad Mikkelson will keep his beautiful face instead of becoming a noseless loser that can’t kill ONE KID!

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Spring has ended, and with it HP Fruit Fest...at least for this year! Thank you so much to everyone who joined the delicious festivities by creating, betaing, cheerleading, reading/viewing, liking, reblogging, kudosing, commenting, etc! You all helped this gal's dream come true! I have such love for the HP universe and for fruit and I thought I was alone, until now!

For those who don't know, I'm still new to running fests and this was quite the learning experience, especially for an event I ran by myself. Thank you so much for your patience, kindness, and support! I plan to bring this back for Spring 2024, new and improved, and I hope to see you all then! In the meantime, make sure to check out all the goodies below and leave them what love you can!

Meant to Bean

FIC. Remus/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 2,415. Fruit: Coffee Cherry. Postwar. Sirius lives. Shameless smut.

Remus finds Sirius hiding and working in the coffee belt in South America. Though siesta time is usually meant for rest, these two find something else to do instead.

Dark Cherry

FIC. Barty/Evan. Rated: T. Words: 6,098. Fruit: cherry. Poetry. Psychopaths in love. Pureblood society. Ambiguous ending.

The Rosier family organizes a ball. A late guest joins in. Between cherry flowers and the cherry fruit, reason and madness, duty and desire, Evan has to make a choice, which will reveal his true intentions and feelings.

The Serpent Deceived Me

FIC. Draco/Hermione. Rated: M. Words: 4,152. Fruit: pomegranate. Biblical references. Original sin. Virginity loss. Dubcon.

Draco, bored with exile from Heaven and curious about the woman his father made from Harry's own rib, slides into the Garden of Eden with one goal in mind: to make Hermione eat the pomegranate from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, and ruin her for his own enjoyment. Instead, he finds himself losing a lot more than he bargained for.

Something Sweet Something Deadly

FIC. Harry/Tom. Rated: T. Words: 411. Fruit: pomegranate. Implied/referenced character death. Possessive Tom. Tom Riddle's Diary.

Tom Riddle had managed to retrieve the body from the diary. Now, he wanted Harry on his side

Severus Snape and the Much Needed Vacation

FIC. Remus/Sirius. Remus/Severus/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 3,911. Fruit: Rambutan. Secret relationship. Trans Remus. Gratuitous smut.

Severus grumbled as he marched to the Portkey Office for his next Order assignment: checking up on Sirius Black. Of course, the bastard had to hide on a tropical island, and Professor Lupin was nowhere to be found, so the task fell to him. He knew Albus was having a little laugh back in his cozy office at Severus' expense. Albus had claimed it would be a lovely holiday with an infuriating sparkle in his eye, making Severus want to hex the imbecilic glasses off his face. However, by the end of the weekend, Severus was considering sending the man an extra large batch of lemon sherbets.

Imperfection, My Dear

FIC. Astoria/Draco. Astoria/Draco/Hermione. Rated: E. Words: 3,668. Fruit: cherry. PWP. Dom/sub undertones. Daddy kink.

Astoria Greengrass and Draco Malfoy were happily married along with their gorgeous, blond-haired son, Scorpius Malfoy, but life got too busy and it was decided between the couple that they needed a babysitter. And they needed one desperately. This was where the recently turned nineteen-year-old Hermione Granger came in and was the best candidate for the job role of babysitter. However, Draco and Astoria couldn’t help it when alternate feelings start to rise from seeing the young woman with their son.

The Cherry on Top of the Cake

FIC. Harry/Fred. Rated: G. Words: 209. Fruit: cherry. Postwar. Fred lives.

Harry has to bake a cherry pie. Fred loves cherries

To Be a Cherry

FIC & ART. Hermione/Pansy. Hannah/Neville. Rated: G. Words: 699. Fruit: cherry. Engagement. POV Outsider.

Pansy is seen doing ordinary things, tasting cherries! Neville is a witness. Hannah is right there. But, it's all because of Hermione.

Draco Has No Shame (But he Does Have Apples)

ART. Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Fruit: apple. Digital art. NSFW art.

Draco does a photo shoot for Witch Weekly, in which he shows his appreciation for his favorite fruit.

Wisdom in Temptation

FIC. Draco/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 2,581. Fruit: apple. Underage. Cousin incest. Drapple. Secret relationship.

Draco snacks on fruit. Sirius snacks on Draco. Sequel to Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies)

Chocolate Covered Strawberries

FIC. Draco/Hermione. Rated: T. Words: 402. Fruit: strawberry. Domestic fluff. Lyra & Scorpius Malfoy.

Hermione Granger had always loved springtime. She loved everything about the season even though she was a late summer baby having been born in the middle of September, she had always preferred the spring and autumn time. They always called out her names. Then she found true love with Draco Malfoy, who had also always loved the springtime. He felt the same about the season even though he was another summer baby. They purposely had their wedding in the Malfoy Manor gardens in the middle of spring. They had prolonged their honeymoon so they could celebrate it within the spring. But, then came the birth of their two spring babies. Scorpius and Lyra Granger-Malfoy. With the cherry blossom blooming on the trees across the gardens of Malfoy Manor. Newborn lambs and little piglets frolicking about in the neighbouring fields. Loads of loaded picnics with all different kinds of food and drink underneath the shining sun with their babbling children. Hermione and Draco Granger-Malfoy would always love the springtime.

How to Grow Bare Root Strawberries

COMIC. Ginny/Luna. Rated: G. Words: 1,249. Fruit: strawberry. Origami. Offscreen dialogue. Postwar. Loss & healing. Happy ending.

After the War, Ginny gently tends to Luna to help her grow back into herself.

Reawakening

FIC. Severus/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 800. Fruit: strawberry. Postwar. Established relationship.

Sirius debated going into the office, since he figured they were done for the day, when Severus came back with a bowl of strawberries in hand. Severus held a paring knife. "They're from my garden," he said as he sliced a strawberry into small pieces, juices sliding down his fingers and onto his arms, and held a slice out.

The Sweetness of Strawberries

FIC. Draco/Harry. Rated: T. Words: 3,062. Fruit: strawberry. Postwar. Established relationship. Domestic fluff.

Baking is an unexpected hobby that Harry fell into a little over a year ago, nearly a decade after the war ended.

The Reason We Fought For

FIC. Gen. Rated: G. Words: 449. Fruit: watermelon. Friendship/love.

There is only a reason they fight. To be free of laugh, cry, play, run, and be alive.

Buck

FIC. Draco & Goyle. Rated: E. Words: 1,442. Fruit: pumpkin. Object insertion. Anal fisting. Pranks.

Harry and Ginny come up with an insane prank to play on Draco. Except it goes sideways. Well, more up, and then sideways, but only after plenty of stretching. This is crack gone overboard. Pumpkins go up holes and gaping booty gets an impressionist description; read at your own peril.

Clementine

FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: G. Words: 162. Fruit: orange. Fluff. Kissing.

Harry and Severus share an orange.

Orange Tree

FIC. James/Regulus. Rated: E. Words: 15,653. Fruit: orange. Established relationship. No Voldemort AU. Domestic fluff.

A story about anniversaries, one-sided gift-giving competitiveness, and a genderqueer tree.

Sweet Like a Mango

ART. Draco/Harry. Rated: G. Fruit: mango. Muggle AU. Meet cute. Fluff.

"And it might sound silly but let's go home"

Sweet Nectar

FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 340. Fruit: mango. Blood kink. Knifeplay. Food play.

Severus laid bare on the white bedsheets. He was on his back, and the cold ceramic plate rested on his stomach. "It has been a good year," said Harry. He had a paring knife in hand as he sliced the mangoes before setting them on the plate.

The Pit

FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 383. Fruit: mango. Blood kink. Knifeplay. Food play.

The ceramic plate smashed against the hardwood floor. Harry paused his movements — the mango half peeled in his hands. He placed the fruit — all its juices and flesh — onto the soiled bed sheets. “You shouldn’t have done that. What a waste.”

Peaches and Cream

FIC. Remus/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 2,663. Fruit: peach. Muggle AU. Modern AU. Friends to lovers.

Sirius watches Remus eat a peach.

The Booty and the Peach

FIC. Fred & Harry. Rated: G. Words: 187. Fruit: peach. Female Harry. Goblet of Fire.

Harry just wanted to study charms and eat her peach

Fresh

ART. Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Fruit: lemon. Digital art. NSFW art.

HP Fruit Fest 2023 Entry for "Lemon"

Driving Me Bananas

FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,393. Fruit: banana. Established relationship. PWP. 8th year. Post-coital snack. Spitroasting.

Harry and Severus have some fun with bananas.

The Golden Apple

FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,469. Fruit: apple. Mpreg. Bottom Severus. Fluff & angst. Domestic bliss. Mild smut.

Severus' life is ruined. Can be read as a sequel to Choice but can also be read as a standalone.

Pregnancy Cravings

ART. Draco/Harry. Rated: G. Fruit: apple. Mpreg. Cravings. Pregnant Draco.

Apple: Symbolism: peace, beauty, wisdom, joy, fertility, and youthfulness OR Song: Rotten Apple by Alice In Chains OR Song: Apples by Lily Allen

Eat of the Apple So Young

FIC. Draco/Hermione. Rated: E. Words: 4,294. Fruit: apple. Underage. Dubcon. Professor Malfoy. Student/teacher. No Voldemort AU. Power imbalance. Unhealthy relationship. Grooming.

Hermione wanted to writhe and bounce and grind her hips into his until her vision went white and spots formed in her periphery. She wanted to pant and gasp and moan as she combusted, shattering into a million little pieces of bliss while he kept her upright, supporting her always. She wanted to pulse and clench around him, walls fluttering frantically until he painted them white, mixing his fluids with hers and joining her explosive, carnal state of pleasure. She watched it all play out in her mind’s eye, all too tempting and enticing. Professor Malfoy wanted her to sit still. Hermione was enamored by him. She would do anything for him. And right now, he wanted her to warm his cock while he graded essays. She could do that.

Drips

FIC. Harry/Hermione. Rated: G. Words: 1,416. Fruit: kiwi. Panic attack. Comfort

Ron's left, and Harry buckles under the pressure. Hermione walks him back from the edge.

Strong and Fast Lovers

ART. Ginny/Pansy. Rated: M. Fruit: kiwi. Partial nudity. One night stand. Enemies to lovers.

It only takes takes a single day for Pansy and Ginny to give each other something better.

Taking Pear of Each Other

FIC. Draco & Harry. Draco/Hermione. Rated: G. Words: 1,245. Fruit: pear. Bars & pubs. Fluff.

Draco Malfoy has a boot full of pears and Harry Potter has a pub full of people who like eating them.

A Small Step for a Boy

FIC. Harry & Severus. Rated: G. Words: 2,677. Fruit: pomelo. Domestic Fluff. Sprinkle of Angst. Kidfic. Mentions of past child abuse. Eating disorder. Hopeful ending.

After having been rescued from the Dursleys, Harry continues to struggle with eating; and Severus struggles with watching Harry struggle - until a pomelo comes along.

Bluberry Crush

FIC. Draco/Harry. Rated: T. Words: 964. Fruit: blueberry. Getting together. Fluff & humor. Vet Harry. Healer Draco.

Draco wasn’t sure if it was palpitations or a crush. Best to find out.

Feels Like Spring

FIC. Charlie/Oliver. Harry/Oliver. Charlie/Harry/Oliver. Rated: T. Words: 5,033. Fruit: watermelon, pomegranate, (& kinda blueberry.) Fluff & angst. POV Oliver. Minor Marcus/Oliver. Breaking up & making up.

Charlie Weasley felt like summer and smelled like watermelon. Harry Potter felt like winter and smelled like pomegranate. Together, they felt like spring and smelled like home.

Bramble

FIC. Draco/Harry. Rated: T. Words: 749. Fruit: blackberry. Werewolf Draco. Established relationship.

Long fingers pluck a blackberry from the bramble bush, and place it onto a pink tongue. Rolling it around his mouth, savouring the sweet-sour taste, before biting it with white, sharp teeth, and it goes pop in his mouth. 

Worth a Fig

FIC. Draco/Harry. Rated: T. Words: 16,873. Fruit: fig. Unspeakable Draco. Lost souls. First love.

Draco struggles with infertility and hopes to find the answer in a magical fig tree. His journey takes him to Aydin Turkey, where he meets another lost soul named Harry.

Vinification & Draco Malfoy

FIC. Draco/Harry. Rated: M. Words: 26,816 (WIP.) Fruit: grape. Vineyard. France. Postwar.

The thick, wooden door, held together with ancient iron straps, swung open with surprisingly little noise on well-maintained hinges despite its age and size. The absolute last person Draco could have ever expected stared at him in a subdued, frozen kind of horror once it was open. “No,” Harry Potter said evenly and calmly, as if Draco had asked him if he was supposed to be alive. “How?” Draco choked on the question so it left his mouth as little more than breath. “No!” Potter shouted as his hands flailed back and forth in desperate negation before diving into the bedlam of black hair, like they sought shelter from the moment. “‘Arry?” a feminine and heavily French voice called out. “Is it ‘im?” “Yes!” the presumed dead man in question shouted too loudly, as if he could no longer control his own volume. “But no, he won’t- we couldn’t- I-” A woman maybe just a bit past her middle age came up behind him as he stammered. Draco continued to stare. He couldn’t even sneer; he was shocked to his core. His chest held onto his surprise like a barely contained explosion. Harry Potter wasn’t dead. It felt like it should change everything, yet they remained staring at each other as if nothing ever would.

Plum Brandy

FIC. Hermione/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 2,030. Fruit: plum. Postwar. Meet cute. Pre-relationship. Pining. Fluff. Seduction by fruit.

Professor Hermione Granger stumbles upon a secret grove of fruit trees on the grounds of Hogwarts and ends up learning more about her former professor (and current colleague) than she ever thought possible.

Sunkissed

FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,939. Fruit: plum. Series: Love, Your Enemy. Background Hinny. Cheating. Secret relationship. Language of Flowers. Fluff & angst.

There is no room for beauty here. Still, Severus covets.

Meet Cute at the Farmer's Market

FIC. Neville/Pansy. Rated: G. Words: 489. Farmer's market. Summertime. Romance. Postwar. Friends to lovers.

Pansy Parkinson strolled throughout the local farmer's market, a wicker basket on her arm and a cute flowy summer dress around her body with her naked, newly tanned legs out on the show. The concept of the farmer's market was something that the whole of the Wizarding World in the United Kingdom had stolen from the Muggle World and everyone quickly fell in love with the idea. The farmer's market currently resided down the high street of Diagon Alley and was the perfect time for all of the families that were shopping for the new year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, what Pansy hadn't expected was to find a tall and rugby-built Neville Longbottom running a stall and being the exact image of what Pansy's ideal partner was.

Interrupted Dates

FIC. Harry/Terence. Rated: T. Words: 6,530. Farmer's market. Dating. Fluff. 5+1.

5 times Terence and Harry were interrupted in the middle of a date and 1 time they weren’t.

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Since it will take me until I’m home to answer your novel (: ,,, entertain me, plz. For LS!Tom and canon!Tom where you have an opinion.

1, 3, 9, 11, 17, 23, 27, 33.

Sorry, some of these are boring answers 😭

1. Canon I outright reject

Alright, this is for canon TMR: anything to do with cursed child’s existence. As much as I love our Delphini, I just can’t accept anything that came out of it… the thought of Voldemort having sex with Bellatrix? It’s repulses me. I just can’t see him wanting a child, either. It’s all weird.

If I was a fagette in LS, I would reject trueship and be obsessed with godfag/peepfag. You KNOW, I’d be so obsessed with that ship, and would be so miserable with the “canon” ship.

3. Obscure headcanon

Tom was a bed wetter, which would lead to issues with the matrons. This is also one of the things we talked about when we first became friends which makes it extra special to me.

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

Oh man… I’m not gonna lie, I read HP for the first time in high school and it’s been a loooong time since then. I think the entire plot with Diary Tom had me so on edge. Finding out Tom Riddle was VOLDEMORT? Insane. Shocking. Life changing. I didn’t really ship anything yet so it was purely this feeling of oh my goddddddd.

11. Faceclaim for the role

I don’t have face claims. My minds eye doesn’t work properly, so I just default with Christian Coulson. I don’t like the actors for HBP, so fuck that. For LS Tom…. I don’t even know. Tall, dark hair, skinny twink.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

Lemon boy by Cavetown for Lover’s Spit Tom Riddle, thanks to our girl whisker!

I don’t really connect songs or quotes or anything to characters (beyond our ocs), I’m just bad at it 😂. I do usually relate playlists you make to the characters, so anything you’ve made. When I listen to music, I can always somehow make it about characters even if it makes absolutely no sense - which makes me horrible for this question!

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

I’m really not sure 😆. I’m not good with smells either. TMR doesn’t inspire a smell for me. He’s just … I don’t know. He makes me think of a hospital room, sterile. Off putting but it fits him.

27. Their guilty pleasure

Hahahah. Stalking and creeping on Harry. This can fit for either LS TMR or canon TMR, I’d say. I also think canon TMR still has sticky fingers and steals sometimes, even after leaving the orphanage.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

I just. can’t picture canon TMR crying. It’s so abnormal to me and doesn’t look right. I feel like you gotta attack him as a kid, low blow him to get the tears.

LS TMR, I think anything related to his mum when he’s younger could bring some tears. Not publicly, but around daddy.

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i have a question about CS! in an AU, where, say - Dumbledore choked on a lemon drop and died before he had a chance to mess everything up, how would events have gone after the tournament? would Tom have figured out eventually to ask Harry to stay, and would Harry have stayed? basically im asking like, just what dumbledore cost us with that little mind control trick of his. any details you feel like sharing would be much appreciated (just think of how extra painful the next chapters are gonna be if we also know what we could have had) !

Oh, without Dumbledore messing things up Hadrian and Riddle would have their heart-to-heart and eventually figure out where they both stood.

Riddle would slip into Hadrian's tent after the tournament, congratulate him, show his appreciation for Hadrian's duelling skills, and they would proceed through the ceremony without a hiccup. Hadrian would get the goblet and the winnings, the party would go ahead. At some point Hadrian would sneak away with Riddle close at his heels.

Riddle would bring Hadrian to the Chamber as a show of his trust, and it would be there that the two of them would, finally, admit what they want between them. Riddle would confess that he wants Hadrian to stay in Britain and be with him but didn't want to push, and Hadrian would reveal that he had been waiting for him to ask.

They would have a long conversation about their expectations, and make plans for Hadrian to return to Britain after he graduated from Beauxbatons. It would have been a beautiful display of their respect and devotion for each other, both of them having never been in such a relationship before but both determined to try.

Riddle might have even given something else to seal the promise - a locket, for example 😉

But since I'm me, we can't have nice things! Hope this doesn't devastate people too much!