tom riddle one-shots

shower*

"Can I borrow your green sweater for the Quidditch match tomorrow?" my friend Lola asked me. I looked up from the intense game of Wizard's chess that I was playing with Rosier to respond to her.

"Lola, I probably own ten green sweaters. Be more specific. Knight to G6." Rosier groaned, realizing that I had just put his queen piece in danger.

    "The one that's a dark emerald shade, with a v-neck collar."

"Right. Yeah, of course you can wear it. My room is unlocked, you can just go grab it." Lola grinned and dashed out of the common room towards my dorm.

    "You know, it's not very wise to leave your room unlocked. Hogwarts is filled with thieves and low-lifes," a deep voice from across the room spoke. I rolled my eyes and turned my body to face Tom. He was sitting alone in a chair, reading some big book about Herpo the Foul. He hadn't spoken to anyone all evening, which was pretty normal for him.

"Thanks for the heads-up Riddle. I'll make sure to lock all the doors next time you're in a bad mood." He scoffed at me before turning his attention back to the book.

"Pawn to G6," Rosier said with confidence. I bit back a grin, knowing that he had fallen into my trap. Olivia, who had been sitting beside me for the past hour in silence, finally spoke up.

"Are you coming to the match with us Tom?"

"He isn't. Riddle thinks that he's too cool for Quidditch," I answered for him. He shrugged, not glancing up from his book.

"I don't have time for childish games," he said coolly. Rosier laughed and pushed back a curl that had fallen in front of his eyes.

"You're missing out, Riddle. We're playing against Hufflepuff, we're gonna slaughter them." I rolled my eyes at Rosier before instructing a bishop to take one of his rooks.

"I remember last game your boyfriend nearly got his head taken off," Olivia reminded me. I could feel Tom grimace at the mention of Abraxas, even from across the room.

"Yeah, but that was against Gryffindor. They actually have decent Beaters. But speaking of your boyfriend, has anyone seen Malfoy? " Rosier piped in.

Abraxas and I had a complicated relationship. Although we did fool around occasionally, everything between us was mostly platonic. We presented ourselves as a couple to our peers, but that was merely for show. I knew that he fancied a half-blooded Ravenclaw girl with auburn hair and he knew about me and Tom. Putting on the front that we were going steady just made things easier for us. Besides, we did look very good together.

"He's talking with Professor Binns. Trying to convince him to give his essay a better grade. Checkmate," I told my opponent. He glanced down at the chessboard, baffled at how I had suddenly surrounded his king piece  without him noticing.

"I don't know how you always beat me. You're too damn clever to not be in Ravenclaw" he said with a sigh. I shrugged and leaned back in my seat, a smirk decorating my face.

    "Natural talent, I suppose."

I saw Tom hide a smirk, knowing that he was the one who taught me that particular strategy late one night in his room.   
   
The next morning was a dull and rainy day. I stood in the stands shivering as I watched the players fly above us. The thing about Quidditch, is that most of the time it happened too fast for me to really understand what was going on. We were about twenty minutes into the game, and Slytherin already had a forty point lead. I was standing with Avery, (who was currently on quidditch probation) and Lola. Avery screamed out towards the pitch every few minutes, hoping that one of his teammates would be able to hear him. Neither me nor his girlfriend had the heart to tell him that they probably couldn't.