GOD KILLERS. Tom Riddle

18. Darling dearest

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
DARLING DEAREST

AFTER THEIR HOGSMEADE TRIP, AUGUST HADN'T BEEN ABLE TO THINK OF ANYTHING OTHER THAN HER SMILE. Even as he sat in his necromancy class, he couldn't seem to focus on what Master Toussaint was saying.

The necromancy class was situated on the third floor, annoyingly, making August's ascent to class take almost twenty minutes. Mainly because it took him almost ten to navigate the ever moving stairs.

He hated them with every fibre in his being.

And as he sat in the empty classroom, all he could think of was her.

Then the door swung open, the creaking sound made August's daydream be ripped away from him as he watched Jasper Harkness waltz in ten minutes late.

Jasper was the only other student in Necromancy, apparently better than Tom at potions, he didn't think so, no one was better than Tom.

He made his way to the seat besides August, who frowned a little as he sat.

"Morning," he greeted giving him a raise of his eyebrows, "is the old fool here yet?"

He also had the ability to anger August over menial things, such as disrespecting their professor.

"No," he spoke sternly, eyeing the boy, brunette with big puppy dog eyes. He could see why girls liked him.

The lesson started only five minutes later when Master Toussaint entered the room, his robe billowing behind him like a gust of wind had past straight through him.

He was an old man, stick thin with yellowing teeth. He looked like a corpse August would have to reanimate.

The lesson included ancient burial rites and other boring stuff that caused August to slip back into his Olive obsessed daydream.

He thought of her. The dark hair framing her rounded face. Her plump lips turning into a sneer as she sees Myrtle. So dangerous. So deadly. And all his.

....

"August!" Olives voice said as he left Necromancy. He looked to where her voice came from, leaning on the wall besides the door, she smiled.

"Olive!" He exclaimed giving her a hug. "Why're you here?"

"To see you, silly," she teased looking up to him.

He smiled down at her, feeling a pang right in his chest. He knew the feeling well.

Obsession.

He wanted to keep her. Wrap her in the finest silks, to keep the dirt from her perfectly poised face. In fear of it tainting her.

It was still there as he fell asleep that night. It was still there in the morning before quidditch practice. He needed her all to himself. August had always been a selfish boy.

an/ a VERY SHORT chapter ,,, sorry bffs

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