Perfidy | Tom Riddle |

49.

A mess. There is no other word to describe what happened last night. It was such a long night for the boys that after the clock struck twelve, they couldn't remember what they had done that night.

The next morning even Tom, a man who never drank too much, woke up with a pounding headache. His desire to vomit was not caused by the amount of alcohol in his system at the time. Instead, it was due to seeing Frey lying naked next to him. She made him feel disgusted.

Lyra.

Anger took over every nerve of his body. He had warned her multiple times exactly what would happen if she was to leave. Yet a part of him knew that Lyra was never one to listen to others.

Whatever clothing was in his sight Tom threw on and barged out of his room taking the route to hers. Tom stopped when arrived in front of her door, nervous about what he would find.

Lyra sleeping comfortably hungover? Or an empty room with her gone?

Without warning, he opened the door and analyzed her entire room. Immediately a wash of fury took over Tom as he realized her bed was empty. Her stuff gone.

She left.

She fucking left without even saying goodbye. Even a simple note wouldn't have sufficed. Did he mean so little to Lyra that she left without a proper farewell? A small crack began to form in his heart as his attention turned to the bedside table. The necklace he had gifted her laid upon it. As he walked over, he stared at it for a few moments before picking it up.

"Tom this is- it's beautiful," her eyes trailed back to his with worry, "It looks quite expensive."

"It's a family heirloom. It's not much but I assumed-" Lyra turned, grabbing Tom's face, placing multiple kisses on his smiling lips.

"I love it." her eager hands wrapped under his shoulders smiling graciously at him with a glittering light in her eye. "Thank you," she said with sincerity.

The last sincere moment the pair shared ran through his mind before everything went to hell. He gripped the pendant in his hand, crushing it with all strength.

She wasn't supposed to take it off. He told her to never take it off.

Tom's headache only grew worse at breakfast. His temples throbbed at even the slightest sound. At that moment he caught his reflection in the knife that Malfoy held and a memory flashed into his mind. Tom was in the woods holding a knife, his own reflection mirrored with a bright flash of red. Screaming, he heard screaming.

"Riddle are you okay?" Malfoy's voice broke Tom out of the sudden memory.

"I'm fine," he assured.

"That was some kiss last night." Malfoy grinned eyeing Lestrange.

"If you're going to plan our wedding at least wait for Lenkrov to come down first."

While everyone looked like they got hit by the Hogwarts train, only Malfoy would act normal with a joyous smile, "Acting as if you two didn't sneak off together after the party I see." The realization hit Lestrange.

No. It couldn't have happened. Confused Lestrange looked towards Tom with suspicion and finished taking a sip of his coffee, "We didn't? I didn't see her after midnight."

"Oh, you're being serious." Malfoys's smile was wiped clean off his face.

"She's probably just passed out in her room. I have to say that woman knows how to handle her liquor but last night...I think she drank everything the Malfoys own." Avery joked while reaching for the muffins placed in front of him.