Harry Potter Boys Oneshots

angry at tom riddle

Look at his grumpy face 🥰🥰
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Author's point of view <3

Normally, the two of you would lay together and talk to each other until sleep took over. But tonight was different. It was the first time during your relationship that there had been a big argument. You've only been together for two months.

And it wasn't even a big deal to get upset over. You felt like he was just being possessive... You wanted to know how he felt as well, but Tom isn't one to talk about his feelings. He never wanted to show weakness (as he calls affection.) You missed the way he was before his obsession with Horcruxes or immortality. Before his obsession with power. You missed his presence and when he treated you like his best friend. You felt more like an object now.

Of course, he can't love. But that didn't mean he couldn't try to love you. He could be so arrogant.

You've never felt more alone even though your roommates were less than ten feet away, sleeping in their own beds, oblivious to your situation.

"Should I cry?" you thought. "Or is it my fault? Should I have told him he was too possessive? Or should I have held my tongue?"

You were so confused. Why had no one told you relationships were so hard? It was no wonder why Lily Evans had stopped talking to Severus Snape. Was that the only way to avoid getting hurt?--To ignore the existence of those you love?

The room seemed to spin around you. The thinking was too much. You knew you were stressing and it wasn't healthy.

Staring at the ceiling, you wondered if you should end it with Riddle. You slowly shut your eyes and shifted your body to face the wall. Just then, the door opened. Tempted to see who it was, your body flickered. But you already felt his presence, and laid still without a single movement.

You heard a whisper. "Muffliato."

It was quiet for a moment, but you could feel him staring at you from your back. Just when you thought he was going to leave, you felt your bed shuffle. His arms were hesitant to do so, but he wrapped them around you. You could tell he wasn't comfortable, but tense, unsure of what to do. His body moved closer and soon, he was spooning you.

"You don't have to pretend to be asleep," he said, his voice loud but soft.

You refused to look at him or open your eyes.

"If this is how you want to spend our time tonight, I'm fine with that," he said. "Just don't ignore me for the rest of my life..."

He had such a way with words.

"I know I haven't been treating you well." He said the next part much quieter, "I'm sorry."

You grinned. Tom Riddle apologizing?

"Who are you and what've you done with the love of my life?" you said and turned around, yet not looking into his eyes.

You could feel a breath of his chuckle wisp by your hair.

"I never thought you'd talk to me again," he said. "But will you look at me the same again?"

You didn't know how to reply or what to do. After some silence, you said, "I didn't think you'd care how I look at you."

You meant to hurt him with those words, but you instantly regretted it after it came out of your mouth because his arms around you loosened. You slightly pushed him so you could see his face. It was dark, but the way the moonlight shone on his face made it clear that he was in deep thoughts.

"Say something," you thought to yourself, but nothing came out.

You thought the two of you were going to stay silent for the rest of the night until he said, "Marvolo."

"Huh?" you asked, confused.

"My middle name is Marvolo. You've been asking me since we've met..."

You grinned, happy about something for the first time in a week.

"Just don't make fun of me for it," he said, clearly regretting what he told you.

"I can't promise that... Marvolo," you said and laughed quietly.

He groaned in complaint and made way off the bed to leave.

"Hey, stay with me," you said with a small pout in your tone. He stopped by the door and didn't move.

"I thought you were mad at me," he said. You could feel his smile even though he was faced the other way.

"I still am. I just don't want to be alone tonight..."

You thought he was going to let his stubbornness take over and leave, but he slowly made his way back to your bed. His cold hands were warmer than usual, and his usual grumpy grandfather expression was more relaxed. For the first time that night, you were able to close your eyes effortlessly.

The both of you said nothing for the rest of the night, deciding it was best to leave some things left unsaid.

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I hope you guys like my new writing format :)
Sincerely, riddlefiqs.