My life is a Riddle(Tom Riddle falls for a mudblood?!)

Chapter 32...:D

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“Have a seat, Tom.” The tender, older man gestured for the incredibly pale boy to sit in the enormous armchair.

The pale boy, with the alluring green eyes were cold and calculating, glaring at the man as if he was on a throne, refusing to look down. This was strange, as the boy was only eight years of age, and this man was much older than him, yet there was a sense of maturity with the way the young boy acted, so graceful and wise.

After a few silent minutes of glaring aimed to the old man walked by, the boy sneered and forced himself into the armchair as much as he didn’t wish to do as he was told. He sat upright and rigid, grace and power dancing in his presence.

The man gazed curiously at the mature eight year-old, as if attempting to work out a difficult puzzle. The boy named Tom graced him with an icy glare, refusing to avoid eye-contact. The man sighed and was the first to break from Tom’s intense dagger, and set the file he was holding aside on the table behind him.

“Tell me, Tom. What are you thinking about?” His patient voice was soft and welcoming as he spoke, something that usually calmed his clients, but never Tom.

Tom tilted his head of luscious brown hair to the side, placing a pearly finger on the tip of his chin as if to contemplate the question, but he very well knew what to say.

Following a few short minutes that strolled by, he finally turned to fix the man with another one of his infamous glares.

“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how this is a complete waste of my painful time, and how the clock behind you won’t tick as fast as I’d like it too.” The man did not wince at the boy’s rude words, being accustomed to his behavior.

“Have you been treating others around you with more respect like we talked about in your last session Tom?” The boy grit his teeth, anger flaring in his eyes like licking flames of a hungry fire. He loathed the way the man spoke to him as if he were a five year-old child with the mind of a squirrel.

“Has you appearance improved since I last saw your repulsive face? I guess not, so that’s a no from both of us.” Tom insulted snidely, inspecting his perfectly-polished nails with a trace of boredom in his beautiful features.

The man was unaffected by his expected response, this was nothing new to him. Finally, the man decided speaking to the boy in that manner was not properly working, so he decided to change his tactic.

“Do tell, Tom. What do you think of yourself? The person that you are acting like?” A small smirk cooled the boy’s sculpted lips, and he let out a bark of merciless laughter.

“I, am not acting like anything. This is who I am, who I have always been. If you think you’re going to change that professor, then clearly you are devastatingly mistaken.”