𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇; Tom Riddle

chapter twenty

addiction;

I woke up in my bed late for classes and decided I didn't care. I didn't wanna get up, I didn't have the motivation.

All I wanted to do was drink, of course, I had to get up for that though. I frantically threw on my uniform; it was the closest thing to me. I headed out for Hogsmeade. After walking for nearly an hour, I reached Hogsmeade and stood outside of an alcohol shop like a fool. I hadn't a clue what I was doing. I wasn't yet old enough to drink, so I was hoping someone old enough would be able to get the alcohol for me.

Conveniently, I spotted Rudolphus Lestrange outside of a flower shop next door. I cringed at what I was about to do - but I was desperate. I ran my hands through my hair, fixing it to appear appealing and neat. Then, I strutted up towards him with false confidence.

"Hello, Rudolph!" I greeted him.

"Hello, Miss Elizabeth," he stammered, looking me up and down, "I hadn't expected to see you outside Hogwarts!"

"Small world, I suppose. Mister Lestrange, I'd like to ask a favor of you, if that is alright?" I chirped.

"Anything. Elizabeth." He said, and I could tell he really meant anything.

"Thank you. Well, you're seventeen, I'd believe it was okay if you bought me some firewhiskey?" I spoke, batting my lashes gracefully.

"Oh?" he hesitated for a moment's notice, "I don't know, my parents could spot me,"

I frowned.

"Only if you kiss me," Rudolphus said coyly, a sly grin on his lips.

I stood completely still, just staring at him with wide eyes. It was quiet, and the only sounds that filled our ears were the chatter of other people around us. I kept staring at him, completely flustered at his suggestion. After a few moments, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Oh, I apologize, Miss Elizabeth, that was a terribly inappropriate joke. I shouldn't have said that." he apologized profusely multiple times until I pulled him into a passionate kiss.

I felt him smile as our lips touched, and I pulled away and watched the grin on his face grow. He was in a nervous fluster, unable to contain his emotions.

"Firewhiskey, then?" I said quietly.

"Just this once." He told me, still in a flutter, grinning as he waltzed towards the alcohol store.

"Miss Kane." a jarring voice spoke authoritatively.

Oh.

"Riddle." I address him, avoiding his cold stare.

"Isn't Lestrange a little too old for you?" he questioned, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

"You're everywhere, aren't you?" I say through gritted teeth.

He remained silent.

"It's also none of your business," I turned to face him, confronting his stalkerish behavior.

"I own you. Everything you do is my business." Said Tom, as he clenched his jaw.