You Promised Me→♡•°Tom Riddle°•♡

Chapter 12

˜"*°• She's a mess of gorgeous chaos, and you can see it in her eyes. •°*"˜
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By the time the two reached the kitchens, most other students had returned to their common rooms by now, preparing for the next day of school. Faith skipped over to the counters, making herself a sandwich.

"You know you could just get a house elf to do that for you," Tom smirked, watching her hurriedly assmeble her blt sandwich.

"I'm much better at making sandwiches, I'll have you know," Faith laughed.

Faith sat down on the counter to eat her sandwich, her legs swinging below. To her surprise, Tom joined her.

"Faith, if your friends hate me so much, why don't you?" Tom asked with genuine curiosity.

She paused for a moment, "They don't hate you. They hate who you associate yourself with. No offence Tom, but you have to admit, your friends are some of the most loathsome and obnoxious people I've ever had the misfortune to meet," she laughed.

Part of her was worried she might have crossed the line, insulting his friends like that, but Tom merely laughed with her.

"But you're not like them though Tom." She turned to look into his eyes, so he knew she was speaking truthfully ,"You're not pointlessly cruel, or obnoxious," she laughed.

"Glad to hear," He smirked.

"I like you Tom. You're intelligent and funny and sweet." Tom raised his eyebrow at this and Faith laughed,"You're fun to be around, is what I'm trying to say."

"But you have to understand, my friends aren't going to love you if you associate with them. I mean, Lottie is muggle born, your friends tend to bully her relentlessly, and luckily Lottie is the strongest person I know. But finding out that I'm friends with one of the very people she associates with that bullying..." Faith frowned, the guilt returning to her chest, "Well obviously she wouldn't love that."

Tom stared at her for a second, taking in what she had said. "Perhaps I'm not looking for people to love me." He spoke calmly, "I merely want respect."

Faith raised an eyebrow. "I really don't think she has much respect for you either Tom," she laughed.

"Well, that doesn't bother me. She's irrelevant."

Faith shook her head angrily, "No she isn't, Tom. She is a person. With feelings. And your horrid, blood purity obsessed friends hurt her." She spat.

Tom found it exceedingly difficult to keep with Faith's mood swings. She had just been laughing, now she was staring at him, anger sparking in her glistening eyes.

Changing the subject, Tom spoke calmly, "speaking of blood purity obsessed, why aren't you?" He asked. "I have to say, when I found out Axel Silvers was your brother, it was rather a surprise,"

Faith's expression quickly softend to a sad, lost look, turning away from Tom. "Yes, it is strange we're related." She muttered.

"Are all your family like him?" Tom asked. He could tell she did not want to be talking about her family, but he had to ask.

"Yes. And I hate the lot of them." She uttered, a sadness growing in her eyes. "I used to be close with Axel. When we were young. When everything was simple..." her voice trailled off.

She turned to Tom again, taking a deep breath and containing herself, "But people grow up. And I realised how awful they all are, and that's that." She spoke sharply and quickly, getting off the counter and walking to a cupboard opposite them.

"I understand. Sorry for bringing up your family. I know you don't like talking about them." Tom said, following Faith to the other side of the kitchens.

She smiled at him, "that's ok Tommy."

Tom narrowed his eyes, but let it slide for now.

Faith pulled out a bottle of fire whiskey and grinned at Tom, "I think we just hit the jackpot," she laughed. "Wanna get drunk with me?"

Tom shook his head, his brows furrowed. "I don't particularly see the enjoyment in that, Silvers."

"Just admit you're boring, Tom," she rolled her eyes, walking out of the kitchen holdingthe bottle. "Come on, it'll be fun, we can go to the room of requirement."

"Maybe another time, Faith." Tom replied. Tom however did not intend to join Faith 'another time', in fact the idea sounded far from enjoyable.

"Fine, I'll just get drunk on my own then. And probably get alcohol poisoning and die," she joked. " then you'll have that on your concience forever."

"I think I'll be fine," Tom smirked, rolling his eyes.

"Suit yourself." She laughed as they walked back to the slytherin common room. "Perhaps I'll save it for a special occasion." Faith did not intend to save it, though getting drunk the night before a potions exam would not be her best idea.

"Would you like to meet me in the Library tomorrow, after classes?" Tom asked, smiling. "We could research more about the castle."

Faith smiled back, "sure, beats crying in my dorm with a bottle of whiskey, I guess." She laughed. "I have a few books in my trunk about the castle, the library back at my house has quite a few books on that topic. I'll bring them."

"Yes they will be useful." Tom nodded as they reached the dungeons.

"Thank you Tom. For keeping me company," Faith smiled as they stopped outside the common room door.

"You're quite welcome. Beats spending time with the 'most loathsome and obnoxious people you've ever had the misfortune to meet," he laughed, smiling back at her.

A lot about Tom Riddle felt fake to Faith. But this didn't. His eyes seemed brighter than usual, as he smiled at her softly, she felt herself get lost his gaze. She had never noticed that Tom's usually dark eyes were actually brown; she smilled admiring the golden flecks within them.

"See you around Tommy." Faith grinned. As she walked up to her dorm room, she couldn't ignore the butterflies in her stomach.