Chapter 35 - Useless Muggle Things (Tom Riddle x Female Harry Potter)

                                    

                                          
Thank you for reading! I don't own any of Harry Potter! Please let me know if you enjoy!
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Harriet opened her eyes to the early morning light that streamed through the opulent curtains of her bedroom in Riddle Manor.
She yawned as she stretched herself and attracted the attention of her husband who had woken moments earlier.
".........Good morning, Mrs. Riddle." Tom smirked as he rolled over and gazed down at her.
"Good morning, Tom." Harriet yawned again.
"A bit more tired than usual, this morning?" He asked with a grin.
As she gazed into his handsome face, she could see the hopeful flicker pass through his dark eyes.
"I tested an hour ago, Tom." Harriet sighed, "Sorry, but you've failed again. No baby this time either."
She chuckled as she watched his features morph into a mask of angry frustration.
"It usually takes several heats." Harriet smiled, "We've only tried during one.......We can-"
"-I know what we can do." Tom snapped as he stood from the bed and began to dress for the day.
Harriet smirked as she watched her alpha strip himself bare.
Since their marriage five years earlier, she had always taken a sort of pleasure in marveling at Tom Riddle's lean, smooth body, perfectly chiseled, impeccably fit.
Harriet didn't outwardly show his same exuberance, but she remained as eager to carry his son or daughter as he was to meet them.
In a matter of minutes, Tom stood dressed in one of his signature dark suits.
He grabbed his wand as he looked at Harriet and huffed, ".........See you at lunch, then?"
"Actually, I'm meeting Hermione today, remember?" Harriet asked.
That seemed to annoy Tom as much as the mention of his wife's empty womb.
He cast Harriet a disapproving scowl before he quickly apparated away.
Harriet laughed to herself as she stood from bed and began to ready for her own day.
Tom demanded obedience and Harriet rarely acquiesced, which had been what had sent them into each other's arms in the first place.
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Later that night, Tom returned home from the office to find his wife safely returned from her afternoon visit as she sat in the large chair by the parlor's fireplace and went over some documents from her most recent Auror case.
As Tom walked into the room, Harriet looked up and gave him a sweet, greeting kiss as he approached.
He pulled back as his foot bumped against something.
Harriet smirked as Tom looked at the odd paper bag next to the chair.
"What is that?" He scowled.
"It's the bag I was given with my purchase today." Harriet shrugged.
Tom scowled as he gazed at the bag, ".......Is that from some muggle shop?"
"It is, actually." Harriet grinned.
Tom's scowl deepened, "This is your idea of how to spend an afternoon? Wasting our money on some silly, poorly made muggle article of....."
As Tom spoke, Harriet rose from the chair and walked over to the fireplace.
Tom's eyes instantly lighted on her backside as she bent over the hearth to stoke the flames.
The wizarding world sold robes and dresses, skirts and trousers, but nothing quite like the black, soft, clingy fabric that hugged Harriet's round bottom like a well-fitting glove.
The scrunch of fabric that ran between her cheeks seemed to cradle each one in a visual display that sent the blood rushing to Tom's groin and the saliva gathering in his mouth.
"......Sweetling.....?" He asked as he swallowed thickly, "What.....What have you....?"
"These are called 'yoga pants'." Harriet explained as she straightened her back and passed her hands over her hips, "Hermione bought her first pair last week and she took me to get some today. Aren't they something, Tom?"
Harriet laughed as she looked up and saw the half-lidded, slack-jawed expression of greedy want on her husband's handsome face.
"I suppose all muggle things aren't useless then, eh?" She grinned.
Tom was not interested in wasting anymore time discussing his preferences or Harriet's adventures in the non-magical world.
He closed the distance between them in a few, brief strides before he pulled her into his arms and pressed a dominant kiss against her lips.
Harriet expected to be taken to her nest.
She expected to spend the night being loved by her darling.
.........But when Tom roughly pushed aside the thin, black fabric that wrapped her bottom like the most tempting gift paper and pinned her against the wall next to the crackling flames while they coupled, Harriet did not expect that at all.