Tom Riddle

Gaining protection inside of Slytherin was necessary for mud or halfblood who resided in the house. Doubly so when the mudblood in question is an orphan of limited means or political clout. Fifteen-year-old Tom Riddle knew this well.
Though he was still mostly an unknown his power had begun to get him noticed. Eyes watched him because he was young, he was attractive and he was powerful. Politically he was not well regarded, this left him ****.
“Hey, Tom, come here” a feminine voice called to him as soon as he entered the half full common room.
The young wizard looked around until his eyes landed on Olive Hornby, a seventh year Slytherin girl who had been watching him for the last few days. He approached cautiously; neither stupid enough to deny her summons or foolish enough to believe this would end well for him.
“Such a shame” she murmured to him as she took in the bruise on his cheek, “To mark such a handsome boy.” A wave of her wand and a few murmured words and the bruises disappeared.
“Thank you” he said cautiously
“Gratitude, hmm, good. So few boys these days understand how to be grateful” Her smile was slightly sharp, cunning in the ****. “I like you Tom, if you continue to be…appropriately grateful, I’m sure I can keep anyone from bruising you again.” Her legs, which had been crossed, were now spread meaningfully. It occurred to Riddle as his eyes glanced around the room that it no younger than 5th year was here.
His gaze was drawn forward once again to the beautiful ice queen who was one of the most connected people in the school. “How would I best show my gratitude?” Though it galled him to do so he kept his tone deferential and in his mind he started a list of all the people who he would get back for this humiliation.
A cat-like smile crossed Olive’s face and her legs spread even further showing that she had foregone her underwear for this talk. “Let’s see if your tongue is silver enough for a Slytherin, mudblood.”
‘One day I will rule you all’ he though even as he sunk to his knees. He wasn’t a Gryffindor who would fight and die for anyone. He preferred subtly and if that meant eating out a few women for temporary protection than he would do it.
Though this was his first time with anything past kissing he ran his tongue along her slit like he had been doing for year. It only took a moment to register just how good her pussy tasted and Tom couldn’t help himself from lapping at her.
Above him Olive began to shudder and her eyes glazed with pleasure. As Tom began to speed up his licks she moaned.
“Oh…Oh” She panted as he paused for to suck on her protruding clit. Around the room several of the older boys began to palm themselves as the noises she was making excited them. One of the boys, a seventh year, grabbed a sixth year girl from where she stood beside him. He ripped up her skirt and entered her with one swift thrust. She joined the cacophony with her wails of surprise and pleasure.
Tom was oblivious to all of this drinking the juices from Olive’s pussy. Without a thought he breathed out “delicious.” Only instead of saying it in English he slipped Parseltongue. The feel of that language vibrating against her pussy nearly sent Olive into orbit with the **** of her orgasm.
“Yes, oh please, yes” she cried. Tom continued lapping at her, feeling energized. She moaned continuously for the ten minutes it had taken for him to drink his fill of her. As he sat back on his heels Tom looked up at Olive. Her eyes were blown wide and practically adoring as they gazed back.
A smirk planted itself on his face as he looked around. “Who’s next?”