ʀɪᴅᴇ, tom riddle one-shots

mona lisa and knives

AU: hogwarts is like a normal highschool :)

I hated field trips, let alone overnight ones. I didn't have many friends... I only had one. Throughout the entire day, I would probably keep to myself. I wouldn't talk to others, I would walk by myself, and sit alone. This was also due to the fact that our class got split up into groups. Since I was so lucky, my best friend (Astoria) and I got split up. Our groups would never once overlap or anything. It truly sucked. In my group, there was Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, and Blaise Zambini. Professor Snape thought it would be more exciting if groups were smaller.

Honestly, fuck him. He has greasy hair, is rumoured to be obsessed with a student's dead mom, and nobody likes him. Snape could die in a hole and no one would give a shit. Anyways, it should be known that I don't show my hatred towards people. As a L/n, you don't want to have any known enemies. It would be better to hate in private rather than public. I always follow this rule except when it comes to Riddle, Malfoy, and Zambini. They are such assholes that I can't help but be rude to them. I don't see what Astoria sees in Malfoy. He's a fake blonde with daddy issues.

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"Hey L/n, you're looking good in that sweater." Zambini called out, laughing along with his friends.

"It would look better off!" Malfoy whistled, shoving Zambini towards me.

"What the hell is your problem? You have a fucking girlfriend!" I scoffed, not looking back at them. I followed the tour guide who nervously glanced at the boys. The tour guide, Scotty, wasn't very tall. He stood at around 165 cm and was quite skinny. He had sandy blonde hair that poked out underneath his "safari" hat. I wasn't sure why he was wearing it, we were at a museum. I think Scotty was nervous since the boys were so tall, a 25 cm gap between them.

"So, this is the Mona Lisa! She was painted by Di Vinci in 1517." Scotty squeaked, nervously rubbing his hands together.

I nodded in response, stepping towards the painting to have a closer look. Scotty muttered something about having to use the toilet and dashed away. I figured he wasn't coming back so I took the opportunity to leave the boys. Walking around the Louvre, you couldn't really get lost. The hallways were large and open. It looked like it was straight out of a movie set really. As I walked around, a painting caught my eye. It was the Coronation of Napoleon.

"It's quite beautiful isn't it." A husky voice whispered into my ear. I jumped slightly at the sudden voice. Looking up, it was Tom Riddle. For fucks sake, I couldn't even get 10 minutes to myself?

"You don't know the first thing about beauty." I scoffed, Tom had the reputation of calling everyone... ugly. He thought no one was worthy of his presence. He thought he was above everyone simply because his family was rich. The L/n's were much wealthier than the Riddle's, but we didn't need to flaunt it.

"Oh, why's that?" Tom smirked, looking straight ahead at the painting.

I didn't bother to respond and simply walked away to look at more art. Tom's Louboutin dress shoes clicked behind me. His presence was so overwhelming that I wanted to punch him in his pretty face. There was no denying it, Riddle was hot. The way his hair fell and the way he dressed could push me over the edge. BUT Riddle was a jerk. I wasn't going to let his looks overshadow that, as many girls at school did.

These said girls would follow the boy around like lost puppies. Tom so lovingly nicknamed them his lost little whores. Of course, he didn't tell that to the girls. He'd joke around with Malfoy and Zambini about it during lunch. Astoria made us sit with them so she could be with her boyfriend.

"So, are you going to answer my question?" Tom asked once more, sitting down on the bench next to me. Why did he have to sit so close? Hasn't he heard of personal space?

"You think everyone is 'ugly'. If you believe that, you don't know shit about beauty. Everyone is beautiful in their own ways. You're just too daft and blind to see it." I spat in a low tone; I didn't want to disturb others.

Tom put one of his icy cold hands on my thigh. I wanted to jump out of my skin, but I couldn't let him see that. He brought his mouth down to my ear and whispered, "That's because there's only one person who I think is beautiful."

"Yeah, yourself." I retorted, pushing his hand off my thigh. His mouth didn't move from its spot so he continued to speak.

"No, you." I could feel him smirking without even looking up. I scoffed and jumped up off the bench. I quickly walked to the nearest exit. Inside, it was too hot, too stuffy. I felt like I was suffocating and I couldn't breathe. As soon as I got outside, the cold air calmed me and I was able to breathe again. I pulled slightly at the turtle neck that was under my sweater.

"Fuck these stupid layers." I whispered to myself, walking around aimlessly outside. Thinking back on it, Tom was probably trying to fluster me. He loved it when girls squirmed under him. It was very that he was dominant, it was clearly showing. As I walked around outside; I could feel somebody following me. I sped up, not wanting to be attacked.

The person still followed me even as I was practically running away now. As I ran, I reached under my skirt to grab a small dagger. I kept it with me at all times. Nowadays, nobody could be too careful. The mysterious person chuckled as I had accidentally ran straight into a dead end. I grabbed hold of my knife, clutching it tightly in my hand. Turning around slowly, the figure walked closer until they loomed over me. I plunged the knife towards their chest but they caught my wrist before I could do any damage.

"Funny you think you can hurt me." Looking up, it was Tom who I had just tried to stab.

I was too shocked to say anything. I stood there looking at him, not sure what to do. Tom released my wrist from his grip. He smirked and simply walked out of the alleyway I had run into. He waited for me just outside of the alleyway entrance. I placed my knife back into its holder and walked over to Tom and we headed back towards the museum.

"So, do you stab all attackers or is it just me?"

"What kind of shitty question is that?" I scoffed, "I'm just trying to protect myself. You aren't special Riddle."

"We'll see about that." Tom smirked and walked ahead of me towards the building. He held the door open for me and stepped in behind me. Our entire class had joined together in the middle of the museum. As Tom and I walked over, I could feel my cheeks slightly turn pink. Everyone's attention was on us as we rejoined the group.

"Nice of you to join us." Professor Snape chided in his grumbling voice.