Princess - A Tom Riddle Fan Fiction

Chapter 14

We only understand each other when we listen, we love each other regardless.

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I made it through the first half of breakfast peacefully.

As peacefully as I could with all the rumors swirling around the Great Hall. The boy, who I found out is Abraxas Malfoy, was found alive and well and the students of Hogwarts have made it their goal to come up with the craziest, yet somewhat believable, ideas on what happened. So far the winner is that he is an animagus snake and tried scaring a professor so the professor locked him in a closet. Crazy, but I can definitely think of a few teacher who would do that.

The thing that surprises me the most is the fact that Malfoy didn't tell anyone who hurt him. Tom was fully aware he didn't kill the boy but didn't let him die anyways, which was peculiar due to how close he's become to killing others, including me. I don't think on it too much, it was probably some memory charm.

"Look there he is," Ember whispers to me. I turn to the door and see a bleach-blonde haired boy, pale as shit, walking over to the Slytherin table.

He sits down next to a few others I recognize as Rosier, Lestrange, Nott, Mulciber, Dolohov... and Tom Riddle. 

Tom Riddle's gang. 

More questions arise and I turn away to keep from moving my eyes to Tom, who I can feel burning his gaze into me. I take the chance to ask Ember instead of waiting for the dreaded tutoring session with Tom.

"Why don't you sit with them," I ask and see Ember stiffen, "Aren't you and  Riddle close?"

She relaxes and grins, losing her distressed appearance. "I know you don't like him much and I prefer hanging out with you. Simple, really."

"I'm guessing you're not too close to the others," I state, but it comes out a little to curious for me to sound certain.

"I know them well enough. They're all a little extreme for me though."

I try not to flit my gaze to Tom again, "extreme?"

"Yeah, they throw mudblood out a lot and have these god complexes. They're like a whole bunch of mini Toms," she says with a dramatic shudder.

I laugh, "Riddle doesn't say it too often. I've only heard him say it once."

She pauses, her eyes flickering to Tom with a somber expression. "Lucky you then."

I nod and turn back to my half-eaten plate, afraid to continue the conversation. Luckily, Lorraine taps Ember on the shoulder right on time, dragging her out of the Great Hall. 

I should stop questioning everything. Tom has gotten me too paranoid for my own good. On cue, he slides into the seat in front of me.

I drop my fork, ready for him to gaslit the shit out of me. He interlocks his fingers and places them on the table, like he's discussing business.

"You don't like keeping your mouth shut, do you?" He snaps, quietly enough so no one hears him.

"I have no clue what you're talking about," I shoot back, partially telling the truth. I said several things he may have not liked.

"You're practically asking for us to be expelled-"

"You know I wouldn't mind if you were-"

"I would make your life a living hell," he growls.

"You already do, not much would change other than the location of our arguments."

"Look," he plasters a fake, charming smile on his face, "don't ask questions. We did what we did and Malfoy is willing to keep quiet about it. Don't ruin it."