I knew the moment I first kissed him, that he would condemn me, that I would drag myself through broken glass for him. I just was not sure if he would stay long enough to pull the jagged pieces out.
I never imagined that instead, he would push the...
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Riddle's posture was stiff and tense as he unlocked the door and his grip on his wand tightened as he flung it open. I stood a few feet behind him, peeking over his shoulder with my dagger still clutched in my hand.
Much to my surprise and dismay, the person standing there was...Larissa. She looked at the wizard in front of me with a pleased expression before she realized I was behind him, and her eyes flashed to my bare legs. I did not doubt this predicament looked suggestive, yet I could not bring myself to be bothered because Larissa's expression turned so sour, I was surprised she did not scream in frustration.
"What do you want?" Riddle asked with a bemused expression, and the girl's expression dropped at the lack of warmth in his tone.
She cleared her throat before answering. "I just wanted to inform you that dinner is being served."
"Great. We will be there shortly." He said dryly and shut the door without waiting for a response. I tried to stifle my laugh as he turned around to look at me with an exasperated look. He stood there for a moment, giving me a once over before sighing and walking towards his new favorite armchair and plopping down. "Get dressed, Laurent." He ordered before picking up his book and resuming wherever he left off, pretending as if nothing had ever happened.
"You are such a grandpa." I huffed but still made my way into the bedroom and shut the door.
Opening my trunk, I pulled out a casual, midnight blue dress. I discarded the towel and quickly charmed my hair dry before pulling the soft dress over my head. I adored the way the silky fabric felt against my skin. Adjusting the lower part of the dress, I began tying up the strings at the back and cursed inwardly when I realized my hands could not reach any higher.
"What is taking you so long?" An irritated voice spoke suddenly, and I yelped in surprise. Voldy had somehow managed to slip into the room without me noticing or hearing him. I gritted my teeth in annoyance and did not reply, instead, I continued to struggle with the strings at the back of my dress.
I was about to swallow my pride and ask him to assist me when I felt cold fingers swat my hands away. He took a hold of the strings and began lacing them. He did not tighten it as much as it should have been, however, I did not mind it, since it made breathing and eating much easier when it was looser. As his fingers worked, it was hard not to focus on the way his breath fanned my neck, the addictive smell of tobacco mixed with vanilla suddenly enclosing on me.
Something dizzying was shifting between us and I was not sure if it was a good thing.
I swallowed the lump in my throat when he announced he was done and turned around. He was rooted to his spot, and this time the close proximity was not unexpected. His eyes were locked on mine and I parted my lips to speak but nothing came out of my mouth because all I could focus on was the way he stared at me as if it was the first time he had truly seen me. And then suddenly, as if hit by an invisible force, he clenched his jaw and pulled away, shattering the fragile moment. He did not look back as he turned on his heel and left the room and it took me a moment before I followed after him.
