Her aroma's curse {T.R}

5. Master perfection

TOM RIDDLE:

Days run too fucking slow. All teachers sat in the musty meeting room. I tapped the table as Severus Snape sat on my right and Remus Lupin to my left. "Niklaus Mikealson and Stefan Salvatore are our guests of honour." Dumbledore made me immediately flip my eyes to him.

"The vampires?" I uttered before they all turned to me gasping softly. "Indeed. They are survivors of the vampire hunting." He answered lowering his head making my blood boil. "But isn't that dangerous for the kids. I mean what if one got hungry?" Lupin answered. I don't give a fuck about kids. Not here. I only cared about the place. That meant a harsh fight.

"Professor Riddle has an experience with vampires. He can explain." His answer made me rake my tensed jaw muscles with my stiffened palm. "Blood bags?" I wasn't panicking but my rage grew uncontrollable.

"But Professor Dumbledore. Are you sure they're friendly?" His lowered eyes at Mcgonagall made me doubt something. He thought something was up and he wanted to proof it. So i proved him wrong.

"Yes... very." I answered her instead smirking feeling his eyes ice me. I glimpsed at him beneath my brows then stayed quiet the rest of the meeting.

I escaped that hell hole cussing beneath my breath. Now I'll have to chose some kind of suit to wear. I hated having to show up somewhere too intoxicated. I climbed the stairs watching that blue eyed jock just harass another one. This boy made me regret ever not killing myself. I hated him. They were so fond of him as if he was some kind of hero. But he knows he's a pussy. I rolled my tongue in my cheek.

"Mr Basset...step forward." I turned to him already intolerant with the world. How would i bear him. "Yes Professor," he had this smug smile on his repellent face. How did they ever like him. How did she like him? I was much better, not that i care anymore. I stopped for a long while. As if she just was dragged out of my head swiftly.

"Keep your hands to your sides." I bared my teeth pinning his hands beside him and wordlessly heating up my skin. He furrowed his brows gasping. "Or i will force them there." I burnt my eyes through him making him yank himself back holding his wrists up and holding each with the opposite palms. Pussy.

I casually just left my spot ascending on the stairs. "dick." I could hear his loud shout. That's the thing your girlfriend wants from me mr Basset. Actually, it was what she begged for.

I got into my dorm taking my shirt off and throwing myself on the bed picking up my book and started reading. "It's so deep!"  My brain recalled as i quickly cleared my throat shaking my head.

"No, no. Tom Riddle. Enough." I spoke to myself tensing my jaws. But that useless speech only made it harder. As her moans echoed in my head loudly and repeatedly. "Please- can i cum?" Her eyes were like desperate kitten beneath mine. Fuck i was twitching in my trousers and my back built up some heat. Fuck no.

I got up and decided to get my mind off of this shit. So i was going to try all my available suits on to pick one. All which were in my dorm's dresser.

...

I saw their limousine fly down from my room making me tense my jaws. My temples began pounding and my heart was beating with rage. "Breathe... you're stronger anyways." I shut my eyes sighing then climbed downstairs.

I pushed open the doors of the great hall to arrive first of course. The walls were dark and there was shit tied up to the ceiling. I didn't care what was it but i just stepped to a seat at the tables there and sat extending my legs forward. Dumbledore came in after guiding the guests making me raise a brow when all the professors followed in. Was i supposed to follow them too? I had no idea, but i didn't care.