DEATH EATERS. TOM RIDDLE X MALE OC

CHAPTER THREE

Closing his eyes, Trajan was in a sleep-like state, although he was fully aware of his surroundings. He could hear the whistle of the train, the muffled voices of his fellow peers, and the low whispers obviously aimed at him. "...He's..gay?" Trajan heard a hum of agreement. Holy fuck. They knew. How did they know? "I speak French, you know." Oh, that's how. To Trajan's surprise, the hatred in their voice was no where to be found.

 An image of Dove fluttered around in his mind. Although he didn't show it, he truly did love her, no matter how much of a bitch she could be. She was the only person who truly had his back, and he will be forever grateful for when she didn't out him to their parents, although she had many opportunities to do so. One day he'll tell her his inner thoughts, and one day she'll tell him hers. Dragging him out of his thoughts, a low whisper caused his ears to perk up in interest. "...He's perfect." Those simple words caused the butterflies in his stomach to awake.

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T R A J A N

"Hey, I think you should go get changed." A familiar voice advised whilst lightly shaking my shoulder. I stayed silent, but whoever this was, they were rather persistent, as they shook me by the shoulder once again. This time, my body emitted a low groan, but alas, still no sign of waking up. "GET UP!" A shrill voice which belonged to Dove screeched. I covered my ears in discomfort. "Holy fuck, what is she doing here?" I cried, lifting my head up off the window. "She came back. Couldn't find anyone to sit with." Liam commented. "Typical." I snorted.

Getting up with a loud yawn, my arms kicked the air. "Lovely nap." I purred, smiling. Without a word, I slowly got up from my seat, collected my small amount of belongings and headed into the other room. Quick as a flash, I got dressed into my plain black robes, which looked rather different compared to the others. Walking back to the compartment, I picked up my robes, not wanting the ends to be dragged mercilessly across the floor. "Looking good, Traj." Liam teased. "Oh do save it will you? These robes make me look like a bin bag." Liam stifled a laugh, which caused my blood to boil. "God, I feel even worse now." I seethed. "Sorry mate, but it's pretty funny." He chortled.

 "You need to do something about those robes. They're twice as big as you." He chuckled. "You're not much of a help, are you?" I commented, gritting my teeth in the progress. "Come here, you." Dove demanded, unusually calm. She took the bobble out of her hair and let it flow freely over her shoulders. She then proceeded to grab the back of the material and tie it with said bobble. "Tada! At least it's figure hugging." She smiled. "How unusual." She looked at me, her expression of please swapped out with one of confusion. "What are you on about?" She questioned, her tone annoyed. "You smiled." I grabbed her cheeks and lifted them, causing her face to strain into a somewhat smile.

 Grabbing my hands, she sharply pushed them away, and it was gone. Slowly, I backed away from her and went to go sit on the chair opposite. "We're almost here." Tom noted. It was the first time I'd heard him speak in the past couple of hours. "Tom's been rather quiet." I remarked, Dove humming in agreement. "And why would that be?" She added. "Oh, he can get like that sometimes. Whenever he's in deep thought, he tends not to speak." I raised an eyebrow at Tom, a smirk still plastered across my face. "And would Mr Riddle be kind enough to share his thoughts...?" I said, rather amused. "I'm afraid not." He cautioned whilst clasping his hands together. "Aw, come on." Dove pushed. "No I-" Cutting him off, I pleaded with him once more. "Not today, Pierce. Another time, perhaps." He warned, an irritated tone lacing his words. Dove and I huffed in sync. "Well," I started. " I suppose," Dove added. "We'll have to wait." We both said in perfect timing. "We won't forget." Dove finished, in a scarily sweet tone. "We never forget."