Monster From Hell | Tom Riddle

fifty five

Tom and I spent the rest of the night cuddling in bed and falling asleep in each others arms. After about a week I have returned to my dorm with Pansy who was still mad at me for "what I have done." Which wasn't even my fault.

I guess my life has been pretty neutral since that. Even though I returned to my dorm, I would spend most of my nights with Tom. Most nights with him I would just lay in bed while he wrote in a small leather book. Who knows what was in there?

That Wednesday night I went to Tom's dorm to spend the night. I planned on asking him what he kept in there. I knocked on the door softly, not long after the door swung open.

"Hey," He smiled at me, I smiled back and walked in the room. He followed me in and closed the door.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his smile quickly faded.

"Yeah, just tired that's all." I shrugged. He nodded and walked over to his desk. He then took out that diary. I was ready to ask you.

"What do you write in there?" I asked him. I waited a few seconds for him to reply, but he gave no answer. I quietly walked over towards Tom. I tried to peak over his shoulder, but slammed the book automatically and put it away.

"None of your business!" He gets up on the floor and walked around the room.

"You're so secretive all of the sudden! What the fuck happened?" I yelled back, following him.

"N..Nothing!" He snapped, "Just get out! Now!" He pointed towards the door. I walked over to the bed and grabbed my things. Before I left I turned back around to face Tom.

"You're a fucking ass!" I yelled before slamming the door. Then everything went silent. I walked back to my dorm with my books held tightly against my chest. Pansy wasn't there when I arrived.

Although I'm not saying it's a bad thing that she's not there.

I placed my books on the side table and flopped down on the bed. I felt so frustrated and upset at the same time, I didn't want to do my homework.

I couldn't understand why Tom was so secretive all the time. I know he was my boyfriend, but I sometimes feel like strangers to him.

I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Maybe it was Tom, If not Pansy. Either way, I walked over towards the door and swung it open.  To my surprise, it was neither of them. It was McGonagall.

"Hello, Professor. Is something the matter?" I asked her.

"Everything is fine, Larson. I just wanted to let you know that you have an over due book from the library, something about House Elves.

My eyes widened, I completely forgot about that book. Tom gave it to me that one night in the library. He told me not to open it until after the Yule Ball. Although I completely forgot.

"Larson? Is everything ok?" Mcgonagall asked me, snapping me from out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry. Just in thought for a second. I'll be right there." I closed the door and ran over to my side table. I rummaged through the doors until I eventually found it. I skimmed through the pages. There was nothing.

I sighed and walked over to the door with the book in my hands. I opened the door and gave it to Mcgonagall.

"Thank you Larson, good night." She said as she took the book from out of my hands.

"Goodnight Professor." I said before closing the door. The room was filled with silence once again. I walked back over to my bed, but before I reached my bed I heard a small crinkle from under my foot. The floor was always free of clothes and other things.

I looked down to see a small piece of paper under my foot. It was folded up and a bit crinkled from stepping on it. I bent over and picked it up. The parchment stroked against my fingers. I started to gently unfold the paper. On it was a long message, written in nice neat ink.

Victoria,

I didn't just give you this book to read, but to also express how I feel about you on the inside, although I know that you'll probably never feel the same, but that's okay I guess.

I've never felt this way towards anyone, and I don't know how to say this, but I love you. I've never believed in love. I always saw it as a waste of my time, but that was before I met you of course.

I've changed, Victoria, and I fucking love you. Even if you never feel the same way...

I love you.

-Tom

"Victoria..." I heard a soft voice from behind me. I turned around to see Tom. He didn't look angry like before. He was just neutral with a sad expression.

"I-" I started to speak, but before I could say anything Tom takes me into my arms, pushing his lips up against mine. I couldn't resist the taste of his lips against mine. Our lips were perfectly in sync. He pulled away and grabbed my hips. He is placed me down on the desk and started stroking my face with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry if I was being a little invasive." I apologize,  although I felt stupid in the mind. That was all I could come up with?

He stayed silent for a second, looking down at the ground and back up at me. He said nothing and took me in his arms. He placed a small kiss on my jaw.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you about it," He mumbled into my neck.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. It was all me, I shouldn't have been that invasive. Those are your private thoughts. I shouldn't have asked you-"

I was cut of by his lips crashing onto mine. His hands traveled to my hair, running his long fingers through. He pulled away and looked deeply into my eyes, he pecked my lips one more time before pulling away fully.

"Let's just forget about all of this, okay?" He whispered.

"Okay, Tom."