Burning Roses

12|Bitter tragedy

●TOM●

She's a saint, with the lips of a sinner. She's an angel, with a develsih kiss. I felt a hand snake around my neck, deepening the kiss. We slipped briskly into an intimacy from which we never recovered. I suprised myself when I remembered that this is my first kiss. I've had girls falling at my feet since first year, and I never cared. But if this is what a kiss feels like-the sparks that heat up my face, my head going dizzy, my ears drowning out every noise- I liked it. And I hated myself for doing so. I feel myself getting lost in the kiss, I panic and start pulling away. Dalayza's lips are big and swollen, her eyes big with innocence and shock. I can't help but wonder if that was her first kiss. I look infront of me to see that the cocky boy is gone, nowhere in sight. I wonder if the boy was actually there, he had to be. I heard him, Dalayza talked to him. I get up from my seat, quickly walking out of the shop. I hear Dalayza's soft steps behind me, but I don't stop. I start to speed walk, walking back towards Hogwarts. What happened? Why did I do it? 

"Tom!" angelic, mesmerizing voice calls. I stop in my tracks, turning around to face her with pure hatred in my eyes. 

"What?" 

"I-i..." she stutters. The sun is setting, the sky turning darker by the minute. She looked like an absolute goddess. She was rare, and I knew I could never compare her to other girls. She was a celestial nymph, her white hair and her freckled face. I hate how she caused such a war in my mind, my heart. I hate her. I hate how I see her as my one and only. I hate how perfect she looks now, not stressing over what just happened. How is she keeping her composure? When she doesn't say anything else, I strut off. Leaving her standing, glowing in the moonlight. 

○DALAYZA○

I saw the way he looked at me. Not at all how he looked at me before. Tom, he was falling. He was vulnerable, I smile to myself knowing that I succeeded in my task. The perfect Karma, I thought. Thr purple lady at the shop really did know her potions. I take out the half empty glass bottle from my book bag, smelling it's vanilla aura. 

"Thank you, kind purple lady." I smirk to myself, thinking of all the ways I can control Tom now. I walk alone back to Hogwarts, skipping dinner. I walk into the common room, he's not here. I thought he would want to hide from me here, but maybe he knew I would be here. I didn't worry about it too much. I was alone in the common room, it was almost too perfect. I take out my wand, slowly but surely walking up the stairs to the boy's dormitories. It's not hard to find Tom's, since he's the star student he obviously gets the best dorm. 

"Alohamora." I mutter, the door clicking open. I slip through, careful not to touch anything. I shift through his room. It's neat but messy. Books and papers stacked onto one another on the desk, ink spilled on the rug. I smile as I catch the dark slippers by his bed. Wait-what's that? I see a corner of a book poking under the bed. I kneel down, pulling it out and smirking when I realize what it is. 

"Tom Marvolo Riddle." I read the name, hiding it under my cloak. I take one last look around the room before shutting it behind me, walking to the girl's dormitories. I flop down on my bed, letting my hair free from it's low ponytail. Tom Marvolo Riddle, he's always seemed quite intimidating. He is an asshole, so full of himself. But, he's not as heartless as he's made out to be. He's a fake, almost never telling the truth. But his eyes, when I looked into his dark eyes, they told me everything. Poured out every single secret for me. Just, by looking at me. I bring my fingers to my lips, brushing them softly. Tom wasn't my first kiss, of course. Third year me was rather greedy. Tom Marvolo Riddle, an easy boy to trick, to play. Now don't be sad Tom, there's nothing to beat yourself up about. Life is a game, you either are the player or get played.