Not Broken, Not Yet | Tom Riddle

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

There was a moment when neither of us said anything.We simply stared into the other's eyes. I could barely move. He breathed slowly underneath me. I could feel every part of him between our clothes, his lean chest pressing towards mine as I was absorbed by his black eyes, almost unable to breathe.

"Might I suggest that you watch where you are going?" He finally said coolly, still staring up at me. His words, a reminder of our first meeting, sent shivers down my spine. I snapped out of trance, quickly getting up and clearing my throat as I brushed away the snow from my coat and Gryffindor scarf. In front of me Riddle did the same, although he was quite notably not dressed for the game. He wore casual black robes with no Slytherin scarf in sight. He looked awfully formal.

"Apologies." I muttered. "I was on my way to the game."

"Figures." He said dryly, gazing at the distant Quidditch pitch. "Looks like you're late, Green. I'm sure your boyfriend will be disappointed that you missed his big moment." He remarked, looking back at me with an almost amused glint in his eyes. I felt my cheeks turning red.

"He will understand." I spluttered.

"Now will he?" Riddle queried.

"Yes!" I spat. "Not everyone is a suspicious little hermit."

Riddle actually chuckled at that, brushing his fingers through his dark hair as he gazed at me. "Suspicious little hermit? Now, really, Green? Is that the best you can do? You quite disappoint me." He chortled, shaking his head as though he really was disappointed in me.

"I don't need your approval." I hissed, although one part of me strongly disagreed.

"Exactly who are you trying to convince?" He asked, voice lowering ever so slightly.

My cheeks grew red with indignation. "Cunt!" I sneered and started walking away. I could hear his chuckling behind me.

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, Green?"

I whirled around, marching straight up to him. My wand was already out and I pointed it straight at his stupid handsome face. "Don't you dare talk about my mother, Riddle! Don't you fucking dare."

Riddle glanced at my wand mockingly. "Do you really think you would be able to beat me without Professor Merrythought here to stop me?" He asked me, voice dangerously low as his eyes fixed on me.

"You underestimate me." I hissed at him.

Riddle lowered his chin ever so slightly, his eyelids lowering with it as he slowly opened his mouth. "I doubt it."

His words burnt through my very soul, making me see red as I looked at him. I hated him with every fibre of my being. Or so I thought. For he was ice but the fire he lit in me was one of the sun. I hated him for it. I lowered my wand, staring straight into his eyes as I raised my fist. But he was quicker, somehow he had guessed what I wanted to do and had caught my hand mid punch. Now he was watching me with an almost amused look in his eyes as he had my wrist in a firm grip in his larger pale hand.

He clicked his tongue. "Did you really think you would get away with that twice?"

"Worth a shot." I said between gritted teeth. He was still holding my wrist tightly, squeezing ever so slightly in a way that made me believe that he could break it with just a little twist.

"You're an awfully violent person." Riddle smirked. "Has no one ever taught you it's rude to punch people?"

"Some people deserve it." I hissed.