Aberration; Tom Riddle

XI

E S T E L L E

She watched as Tom pulled her through the corridors again. This had become a recurring pattern with them just following each-other. it wasn't that they trusted eachother, it was more that they were curious. Every time they were together, something that didn't blend in with their, original, comfortable life would happen. Both of them had started to like these surprises. Of course they would never admit this to one another. Estelle felt her warm blood drip down her cheek towards her neck, staining her white blouse. She hadn't even realised that they had ended up in front of the slytherin common room until she heard Tom whisper the password. She watched the shape of his lips whisper 'pureblood', Estelle scoffed at the stupid password as she walked in through the now open portrait. It was the first time she had been in the slytherin common room- it was breathtaking. It's walls were painted dark green, which was highlighted by the roaring fire. The old but elegant couches sat in the middle of the room, while the walls were decorated with tons of books, these books ranged from basic charm spells to dark art books.

"Come on love- my dorm is up here".

Estelle followed him up the spiral stairs and into a room, which was at the very end of the large corridor. "You have your own room?", Estelle asked while taking in her new surroundings. There was a large bed in the middle of the room with books and parchment spread out all through it. There was a large window that highlighted the endless hills that surrounded hogwarts in a tight bind. The black lake rippled from the mysterious creatures that loomed in its shadows. Although it was messy and dark it leaked luxury.

"I am the best student here after all. one of the benefits i guess", Tom answered. He rummaged around his drawers. He picked up a wooden box and signalled to Estelle to follow him to his bathroom. Estelle entered the bathroom after him and leant against the door frame. Tom didn't even give her chance to react before he grabbed her waist and sat her up on the table, which contained his cologne and a few other products. She swung her legs as she waited for him to heal her wounds.

"I think it's a better idea to use the muggle method because your cut is pretty deep and healing magic won't get rid of scars. Don't want to scar that pretty face do we? It's funny to think a wizard or witch hasn't thought of a way to make scars disappear. We only have one that fades it. I'll make you some fading potion once it's all healed," Tom commented as he started to grab a bunch of stuff out the wooden box and layed it out on the table next to her.

"Seems like you have a lot of experience with this", Estelle assumed. Her hands went up to wipe off the sticky blood off her check before she was quickly stopped my tom. He gripped her wrist tightly.

"Don't do that, it'll make it worse. And in the orphanage i had to survive against all the other kids, so i often got into fights and had to bandage up myself. I got better and better at fading my scars and making it seem like nothing happened. You could say it's my many talents". Tom grabbed Estelle's chin, bringing her face closer to his. This stopped her from answering back. His eyes raked over her from head to toe, stopping at her blood stained top. He quickly wiped off the excess blood on her cheek with a clean cloth. Estelle slightly flinched at the contact, which made him smirk in response. Next, he applied some healing cream on her deep cut, which was finished off by a plaster.

Estelle took a sharp breath in. She was so close to him and the small contact he would make with her, made her whole body shiver. She didn't know what was going on- no one could make her react like that. She looked at him carefully. He had her blood stains over his clothes and face- god knows how that got there. Estelle gently brought her fingers up to his face, wiping it off as Tom stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. Their eyes met. Something stirred within her.

"your lip is fucked up as well," Tom observed while he swiped his thumb against her bottom lip and pulled her closer to him. "I admit you're good at fighting but merlin Harper, be more careful."

"yeah yeah. I'll do what i want Tom and i loved every second of beating up Malfoy. Did you see how scared he was? It was so funny." Estelle laughed out. She suddenly clutched the side of her stomach, hunching over in pain.

"What the hell- Harper what's wrong with your stomach. Take your shirt off".

"If you wanted me to take my top off you could have just asked tom", estelle replied with a flirtatious look. When tom did not go along with her joke and rolled his eyes in return, she decided to just do what he said. "You're no fun- fine i'll take it off".

Estelle slowly unbuttoned her bloody shirt, leaving her in her lacy bra and her skirt. Tom couldn't help but slowly look her up and down, savoring every moment. She looked amazing- he could not deny that. Never had he wanted to just slam her against the wall and make her beg for him, however he would not give into the temptation. He quickly lost his train of thought, when he saw the dark scars scattered on her back. Every inch of her back was covered in scars. This made him angry. Who could have done this to her? She was his. Even the thought of someone hurting her made him writhe in complete anger, Tom would definitely kill this person. He decided not to question her- he wanted Estelle to open up to him herself. As he continued to stare as her scars on her back through the mirror, Estelle finally realised what he had been looking at. How could she have been so stupid. She had just shown Tom Riddle something he shouldn't have seen. She had expected the scars to fade by now but because her skin was buried in deep scars already, it was becoming harder and harder.

"It's nothing. Something i got from playing when i was younger. It hasn't faded at all", estelle attempted  to make it seem like it was no big deal by laughing it off. Her hands started to sweat as she began to remember all the details of what happened. Estelle tried so hard to not remember her days back at home. She tried hard to not look at all the scars scattered on her body because if she did look, she would have flashbacks. Those wretched flashbacks that would consume her whole body. The memories of her father telling she was worthless that she was the reason her mother died... Before she could fall anymore into her disgusting memories, she felt Tom start to inspect her bruise on her waist like he hadn't seen anything. The sudden contact brought her back to reality.

Tom started to wrap the bandage around her waist. She was exhausted, so she rested her chin on his shoulder. Estelle could smell his intoxicating scent, which lulled her into a state of peacefulness.

"Stay here. I'll get you a shirt", tom suddenly said as he walked into his bedroom. He handed a white shirt to Estelle. "Go change in the bedroom and tell me when you're done, i'll tidy up here".

Estelle walked back into his bedroom. She put on her white shirt and took of her uncomfortable skirt. It was good that the shirt was long enough to reach her mid thigh, or she would have to stay in her skirt. "Tom", she said as he walked towards her. "Can i stay here?" Estelle asked. She didn't know what prompted her to say that, was it that she was tired or was it that she needed someone else's comfort- specifically him. He had not questioned her or tried to 'fix her' like she expected him to, instead he acted like nothing was wrong. She hated people thinking she was weak.

"if you wanted to climb into my bed, you should have just said so love", Tom said while getting into his bed with a devilish smirk. He opened his arm jokingly. Estelle rolled her eyes and jumped into his bed. Well more specifically into his arms. She rested her head against his arm as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She didn't know what was going on between them. She definitely didn't like him, estelle was just merely interested in him.

"Thank you for your help Tom". Estelle whispered as he started to play with her hair.

"You kind of left me with no choice darling. I had to do something or you would have killed poor, pathetic Malfoy."

"FUCK YOU TOM", estelle shouted as she climbed on top of him and grabbed his collar, pulling him up. She was straddling him. His hands snaked tightly around her waist.

"You wouldn't want to kill such a pretty face", he mocked her from what she said when they first met. She first rolled her eyes but Estelle couldn't help but laugh at his comment. She continued to laugh as he gently laid her down on the bed with him. Her laughter slowly died down. He chuckled when she found her place between his arms again. She started rambling on about the recent book she had been reading and that she would let Tom borrow it. However, she slowly started feeling more tired until she fell asleep in his warm, comfortable arms.