HP: Give Me Your Love

Tom Riddle has a brilliant mind and a handsome face, and he knows exactly how to manipulate people. Though he grew up in an orphanage, he can throw his weight around in Slytherin, where blood status is everything. He puts on a better act than any pure-blood wizard, until...

Until he crosses paths with the young lady of the Bulstrode family.

It doesn't take long for Danica to see the ambition lurking beneath the handsome facade of this seemingly elegant, gentle young man.

She curls her lips into a cold smile. "My heart is right here. If you have what it takes, come and claim it."

Tom raises an eyebrow. "Hmph."

In the game of love, the first to fall isn't necessarily the loser.

She catches hold of the black tie around his neck and sighs. "I'll give you what you want, but in exchange, give me your love."

"..." Tom flees in a panic. How could he give her that? He doesn't even know what love is!

Damn it. He only meant to seduce her, but somehow he seems to have gotten himself caught up in it too!

An unflappable noblewoman × a scheming, cold-hearted poor boy

For Tom Riddle, life is full of games and schemes, and love is no exception.

My completed fic, Harry Potter: All About Profit, click here

Content warnings: 1. This is an old work from several years ago, so it may not align with today's values. If it's not for you, please be gentle.

2. There may be logic flaws, and some parts may be rather immature. Please bear with me. (Even I cringe when I read it now.)

Theme: Trading true feelings amid a battle of wits