𝙷𝙿𝚂:2 𝔸 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖 𑁍𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𑁍

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱: 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

Chapter six
~Royally Pissed~

One hour, one whole hour has passed since Tom stood by the Herbology shelf and watched Arabella contently do her Potions essay.

One hour that took Tom to calm his emotions into a bearable one in order to not scare away the only person he has come to somewhat care for.

One hour of just clenching and unclenching his fists and taking deep breaths as memories of not too long ago played on a loop in his mind.

Taking one long breath, Tom makes his way to where Arabella was and sits down in his usual seat. His blood red eyes narrows on the beautiful smile that rested peaceful on the face he has come to dream of every night...and day.

Waiting ten more minutes, his warm blood only seems to boil as Arabella's distracted state of mind fails to acknowledge his presence, something that hasn't happened since the day that they first sat together in that very library in that very table, lost with just the two of them there.

Growing impatient, Tom slams the random book he was holding on the table, not noticing how the hard binding scraped her soft fingers creating a gash on the once flawless skin.

Her sudden flinching to both the sound and the burning ache of the open wound snaps him out of his anger as those whiskey eyes locks with his with worry, confusion, pain and fear swimming in them.

"Tom?" The fear slowly subsides as Arabella recognizes her visitor, visibly calming only to be intrigued with confusion to his sudden change in behavior.

"So you finally got the time to notice?!" Tom exclaims still unaware of the damage he inflicted and is about to inflict on the girl who has come to open her heart to him.

"What do you mean?" Arabella frowns, even that action done by her was soft and gentle. She slowly closes her books and keeps them aside giving Tom her full attention like she always did whenever they spoke.

Feeling the sense of familiarity and warmth with him starring as the center of her attention solely, Tom relaxes releasing a deep breath as he shifts in his chair, moving closer to the table in an attempt to reduce the distance between him and her.

"Who is he?" Despite his attempts, he fails to hide the distaste seeping through his voice and if Arabella wasn't such a good observer she would have missed the hidden malice and burning hate under those three words.

Even though the loathing in his word caught her off guard her confusion due to his question overlaps her shock as her frown deepens, "Who is who?"

Tom clenches his fists and glares at her in raw anger as the picture of her and that git by the lake flashes through his fuming emerald eyes, "You know who!" He whisper shouts in a stern voice that clearly shows he neither is happy nor is he gonna show paitence about the situation.

Arabella's head tilts to the side as she tries hard to understand what he is going on about, but his determination to get an answer only increases the lengths of her confusion, "I don't understand Tom, please can you tell me what or whom exactly you are talking about." And just like all other times, her calm, sweet and tender voice cools down the blazing fire in him.

Sighing Tom gets up and grabs her small wrist, pulling her up a little harsher than either expected Tom to, "Tom, wait a second please!" Even in panic her voice didn't go above a kind whisper of request as she hurriedly grabs her things and shoves them in her bag, somehow still managing to do so without messing up her alphabetically organized rucksack.

Tom halts for just over a minute, either too lost in the sweet request he heard or too entranced with the kind witch and her swift yet somewhat calculated state of panic.

Maybe it was exactly that, her control over her emotions and actions, they show up on her face as some pure form of nativity but in a glimpse it's gone under that calm and kind exterior of hers.

What Tom couldn't understand was, if that calm exterior was just a facade of something very gruesome hidden underneath it or was she so pure that even her emotions were laced with just pure and simply binding innocence.

Either way Tom didn't have the slightest realization of how quickly he was falling, and just how quicker she fell...

But in that moment, above all thoughts, one plagued Tom's mind as he pulls Arabella out of the Library towards the Astronomy tower with the fall of the day, who was the guy she couldn't stop making any form of physical contact with for the whole day...

The Herbology book, left unattended yet again, on the table that seconds ago had two very conflicted residents.

The silence fell with the chilling night, as Tom struts down the hall with an apprehensive Arabella trying to match his fast pace, his thoughts only increasing his anger.

Apart from what they both didn't know, both were well aware of one thing, Tom Riddle was royally pissed.