FLORICIDE| tom riddle

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"You had something to do with her death." A statement.

"You think low of me." A fact.

"Quite so." An affirmation.

Agnes stands far far far away from Tom Riddle because she can't let herself be poisoned with his noxious rays.

"You killed her," she states.

"You have no proof of that," he says factually.

"But you still killed her," she affirms.

His eyes pierce her and Agnes sits down on the cold floor wearily.

"Her name," she whispers, "is Myrtle Warren. She had the chance to live. She had the chance to be something great. And you- you ruined it."

"You're tired and possibly in shock. You need to sleep."

The audacity. The bloody audicity he has.

"Vaffanculo a chi t’è morto."

Riddle sighs and proceeds to sit down beside her.

"Get the fuck away from me," she warns. He pays no attention and places a hard kiss on her forehead. Agnes curls her lips in disgust and her nose flares in inconsolable rage.

"Avada Kedavra!" The curse comes without her meaning to and she reels in shock at herself.

"Expelliarmus!" Riddle pulls out his wand without a glisten of sweat. When Agnes's wand flies out of her hand, and when the aftermath sets in, it takes all her willpower to not cry there and then.

She opens her mouth to apologize but closes it- because what would she say?

I apologize for trying to kill you.

And he'd probably give a curt nod and move on  but that's not fine is it? Because the only difference in their actions is that Agnes regrets and he definitely does not.

And Agnes doesn't intend to kill, but he does.

So she gets up, dusts herself then leaves without sparing a glance at Tom Riddle, the murderer.

•

She does not sleep that night. She does not sleep the next night either. Myrtle's eyes haunt her. Not enough to make her break out cold sweat, but enough to snatch sleep away from her.

Hogwarts has changed. Everyone speaks in hushed whispers now. Everyone sniffles. Everyone.

Everyone everyone everyone everyone everyone everyone but when has everyone ever applied to him? Everyone everyone everyone everyone but he is not everyone. Everyone everyone everyone everyone but he is the only person with dry eyes. Psychopath, killer, psychopath, killer, psychopath killer.

But she finds him.

"Agnes." His voice is like chardonnay pinot noir, not uncanny to the name of the bottle she has in her hand.

"Are you happy now Tom?" Chardonnay pinot noir in her mouth, flowing heat inside her esophagus, moving down down and down. Another sip because she intends to finish the expensive champaign.

"They're shutting down the school," she says harshly. "And it's all because of you. Are you happy now? Are you?"

"Fuck off, DeRosiers."

"No you fuck off." Shaky breath. "No one loves you," she says with a trembling finger. "No one can ever love you. You are nothing. You are nothing. Your mother must have been heartbroken to have borne a son like you."

She's good at hurting people with her words. It's a talent she has. And it works on Riddle too because he clenches her jaw and his eyes- his eyes are filled with hatred and thick poison and Agnes hopes that her eyes reflect hatred and poison too.

"Mudblood whore."

But he doesn't hurt her with his words and he doesn't kill her and he doesn't  bring up her family and he doesn't insult her beauty and yet she pulls away from his grasp with shaky breathes.

Later around midnight she sneaks to the boys' dormitory and kisses Malfoy and he kisses her back with soft urgency.

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