tom riddle x reader

Chapter 19 ~ Everyone's got a past what's yours

You woke up cradling what looked like a book, Tom was mortified and clearly unable to speak “what just happened?” you say as tom began to grab for the book once more, this time you were more than willing to give it back, “what was that?, how did I see a younger version of you?” Tom stopped mid action and stared at you clearly interested in what you had seen “you spoke to my subconscious, I suppose, I haven’t quite been able to go inside yet" he looked to the side clearly unhappy about you being in his book or rather mind, but you were cheering, you had actually done something before Tom, it sounded unreal.
You handed Tom his book and he nodded “so you can cry" you say while walking away, Tom just looked at you with a quizzical look eager to find out what you did inside the book.
“Why are you following me, I have no use for you now" you say in a tone Tom would normally use to mock him but he simply pointed to his Slytherin badge, “ Touché, what is it you want?”
“I want to know what you did inside the book, isn’t it obvious or do I have to spell everything out for you?” Tom said clearly inpatient, but you shrug your shoulders and continued walking.
“What’s in it for me?” you say while smiling evilly towards him
Tom had to think for a second, no one had even tried to stand up to him let alone made a deal with him, he was the master, everyone would jump at the chance of helping him, but you were different, you seemed to hate him from the first moment you met him.
“I’m already helping you kill Dumbledore what more do you want from me?” Tom asked to know what you were think but more of a threat that they still had one thing to deal with.
“Ha, don’t make me laugh, that’s in both are best interests don’t get that twisted, and for your second question I’d say, your not allowed to hurt me" you smirked to your self, you knew dam well he could kill you at any second, this was just a nice way of keeping the peace.
“is that it, fine" you held out your arm showing you meant what you said, Tom scoffed “am I really that untrustworthy?” you rolled your eyes as you began the  cantation.
“very well I saw a malnourished, scared boy sat in a small room no bigger than a closet, I knew it was you from the moment I saw you scared and alone, but you didn’t speak much after I managed to hug your subconscious he finally began to speak, he mentioned how he was powerful and that he didn’t need friends since they bullied him but then I made him cry, he spoke to a snake and got it to bite me, end of story".
Tom looked at you clearly not amused “so you got my subconscious to speak to you and then you make it cry? How nice of you" Tom said with an eye roll, you play slap him on the arm “hey, your subconscious is a piece of work, he called me nothing, so I said that he was alone and unworthy of having power".
Tom stared at you and without another word he was gone.