Monster From Hell | Tom Riddle

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The next morning I woke up tangled in Tom's long loose arms. He was still asleep which was unusual. He is usually the first one awake. I decided that I would stay in bed until he woke up. Since last night was horrible and he would probably feel terrible this morning.

I lied there in his arms, staring at the blank ceiling. The early peak of the sun crept through the window, lighting the room dimly. I thought about everything that happened last night. I do love him. I love him a lot. Although I feel like he doesn't know how much I love him.

Maybe that's why he got drunk, was because he thought I didn't love him.

I quickly looked over at Tom to see that his eyes were squinted. He was awake, but half asleep. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking straight forward.

"Good morning," I whispered giving him a small kiss on his shoulder, "How are you?"

"When did you get here?" He asked in a deep sleepy voice.

I forgot. He forgot about last night.

"Oh, Well I came to check on you because I haven't seen you all day. You were drinking last night and you were being a complete bitch. And so I finally managed to drag your ass to bed and....and yeah." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Hm, I don't remember any of that," He furrowed his eyebrows, "I only remember taking just a cup of it." He recalled.

"Well you had way more than one cup." I remarked, "Tom, can I ask you something?"

"Sure." He said bluntly.

"Why did you start drinking last night?"

He stayed silent for a minute, staring up at the blank ceiling. I looked at him, waiting for a response to escape his lips.

"Tom," I laid a finger on his chest.

"Do you love me darling? Be honest." He asked me. while keeping his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"Tom why are you asking this?" I stroked his chest with the back of my hand, "Of course I love you. You mean everything to me." I placed a small kiss on his chest.

"I love you so much my darling." He whispered while pulling me onto my chest,  "But not as much as myself." He smirked.

"I hate you." I mumbled into his chest.

"I'll make you regret that later." He winked at me, butterflies multiplied in my stomach.

"One minute ago you were so insecure and now you're not. Oh how the tables have turned." I said sarcastically.

"Would you like to get some butter bear with me this afternoon?" He asked me after we stared into each others eyes for a few seconds, "At the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Sure." I buried my head into his neck, "I love you so much." I mumbled.

"I love you too darling."

...

Later that day I was getting ready to go to Hogsmeade. I threw on a regular plain slytherin quidditch sweater and a pair of pants. I slid my shoes on before making my way over to Tom's dorm.

I knocked on the door quietly and patiently waited for him to open the door. I shook my leg nervously.

I have been dating Tom for about a month now and even though our relationship was a little bit on and off, I still felt a bit anxious every time I saw him. I still couldn't get used to his soft touch with his soft long fingers. Whenever his soft wet lips touched mine I felt like I was in a whole other universe.

It's hard to explain.

Not long after lurking around with my thoughts his door opened. Tom had his jet black hair combed nicely as always. He was wearing a black suit not to surprisingly.

"Why do you always dress up for everything?" I asked him.

"Well aren't I supposed to be a gentleman?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Sure." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Now can we go now?" He asks impatiently, "And stop asking so many questions." He ordered.

"Let's go." I started walking down the hall, but he stopped me by grabbing my hand.

"Tom what the heck are you-" I started but was cut off.

"I thought you wanted to leave." He snapped.

"Okay then let's go." I said sarcastically as we both walked away with our hands intertwined with each other.

Tom's arm moved around my waist as we walked down the halls, passing many students as we walked.

"You're all mine, and I want everyone to know that." Tom explained to me in a quiet voice. I nodded my head and bit my lip slightly. It gave me butterflies whenever he called me his.

...

"Could I get you anything." One of the workers says to us as we sit down at a table.

"I'll have a butter bear." Tom mumbled.

"Same here." I nodded.

The worker nodded and walked away.

"Are you okay Tom?" I asked him, "You're acting awfully weird to me." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I'm fine, just feel weird after last night." He shrugged his shoulders. He kept a rested face on his face.

"Oh, okay. Just making sure you were alright." I fidgeted with the edge of my shirt.

"Here are your butter bears. Would you like anything else?" The worker asked us as they placed the butter bears on the table in front of us.

"Thanks." I nodded as the worker walked away to take someone else's order. I took a sip of my butter bear and asked, "So Tom, what's up?"

"Huh?" He said while snapping out of his daze.

"What's up? You wanted to come to Hogsmeade with me today for butter bear. Is there anything you would like to tell me?" I asked him

"Oh no, It's just a small date." He mumbled.

"You never said this was a date." I chuckled.

"Eh, it's a whatever you want to call it." He shrugged his shoulders, "I just wanted to take you somewhere today that's all."

"Understandable." I nodded my head.

We finished up our butter bears. Silence came between us, making it almost awkward. Then I felt Tom's hand approach up my leg.

I felt overloaded with desire and excitement. Butterflies multiplied in my stomach. Then I pulled away quickly.

"Tom, we shouldn't do this right here. There's too many people around." Tom kept his neutral face on. He quickly grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the leaky cauldron.

Sorry this chapter sucked so badly. Im on a bit of a writers block right now.