Tom Riddle's View On Love

Part 1

Finding out you're sorted into Slytherin

He ignores your gaze refusing to look up or even act like he heard your name. His game is to ignore you. His fist ball around his utensil when others talk about the new girl being hot. When you sit down by him he growls spilling pumpkin juice on you and blaming you

They help you find and get settled in the Slytherin Common Room

Knocks his shoulder against yours growling out "follow me, I'll show you the way" walks you straight to the common room. Anything you say he is deathly silent or grunts at you. He glares at you the entire time. He doesn't show you, your room or anything. He spit out at you, "don't make us lose points and I'll be nice" and like that he is gone. His threats don't feel like a threat but something about him leaves the good kinda fear behind in his wake

Your very first class at Hogwarts

You keep feeling like someone is following you. But every time you look behind you no one is there. He doesn't sit with you instead he sits behind you. Every guy that tries to sit by you he nods his head at ushering the guy to sit elsewhere. He leans forward grabbing a thick strand of your hair, tugging it. Your head pulls back letting out a cry of pain. He laughs softly "I like that sound but, you're gonna have to be a good girl and stay quiet." After a few seconds, he yanks again this time the cry turns into something more sultry. "D-do you..." he coughs for a few seconds "do you agree to our little game?" You spend the class more focused on making sure no one hears (especially not him) just how much you enjoy the hair yanking. When you pack up to leave the class you notice him adjusting himself. His eyes glaring into yours as you walk off. 

You at your first Slytherin party

He can always be found in the quietest corner if he is in the common room. Everyone is whispering and it seems that he doesn't normally come to these things. The books in his hands suggest he might have been headed out to the library. As much as you want to understand the puzzle you refuse and focus on having fun. Every time you look his way he is doing anything but reading, instead he's glaring at you. With a little fire whiskey luck you head towards him to confront him. The anger on his face even more apparent. He lets out a long breath shaking his head back and forth. Before you can get out a word he spits out "no, leave now preferably somewhere out of sight like your dorm" The fire whiskey does its job giving your courage "k lemme go find one those men I was dancing with and I'll head up to my dorm" you turn to walk away when you feel something tight and sharp on your wrist his voice deeper in a cruel kinda way "don't do it, it'll piss me off and you won't like it when I'm pissed off" he slowly covers his eyes like you are the biggest annoyance he has ever seen. "You will go back to your dorm and I'll walk you the 15 steps myself. You will then get ready for bed and go the" his voice goes lower never leaving your eyes pronouncing every word "fuck. To. bed." the fire whiskey decides to stop working and you listen cause as much as his anger thrills you, it also terrifies you.

You overhear them deny having a crush on you.

He had on hell of a day and was at his wits end with it all. You had gotten a mysterious note saying he liked you. So you confidently walk up to him and ask "do...do you have a crush on me" he quickly whips his whole body towards you "fuck no, don't make me vomit" you stumble back not saying anything. You put the piece of paper in his hand "ah sorry Murtle gave me this" you scratch the back of your head running off. Once you know you are safely away you let yourself cry. He just stood there closing his eyes cursing under his breath. He had always been a vindictive kind of guy. It looked like he needed to make a plan to get Murtle back for being such a witch. He let out a long breath and set out to find the chamber of secrets. He kept trying to remind himself he was just sexually attracted to you. That he has no place for some witch in his plans. There was no doubt you would get in his way. But, he couldn't shake this feeling of being sad. This was all murtle's fault. He was going to make her pay no matter how long it takes. Oh Murtle would moan in agony for this. Making him sad because of this girl. No because of a girl. Who's name he wanted to pretend he couldn't remember, yet every day it was laced in his thoughts.

The boys are still pissed at themselves and you are ignoring them at every turn. But see what happens when they see you've been hurt.

He had heard a rumor that you had been hurt. He wasn't much to listen to gossip till he heard your name. He sat down his items as properly and composed as he could. He used every shortcut and hidden path to get to the hospital wing as quickly as possible. His body was covered in a cold sweat as his feet carried him as quickly as he could. His face was blank using occulmancy to keep it all hidden deep down. He sneaks in looking at you from afar seeing you in pain. He leaves the room picking up a random person by the collar "tell me all that you know about what happened to y/n" he does this for every person he finds talking about it. Till he finally gets a solid lead. He couldn't make himself talk to you. Although you eventually see the person who hurt you come into the hospital wing themselves, looking like they only had an inch of their life a person "magically" had no idea who did it. When you fall asleep you feel someone holding your hand and telling you it'll be okay. He was never going to let anyone hurt you the voice familiar, sounds shaken, but comforts you. Every part of you tries to place the voice but in the end it feels like a fever dream.

You take care of their wounds while they take care of yours

You stumbled down into the common room seeing him stretched out over the sofa and glass of fire whiskey in his hand. His eyes meet yours full of anger "can you try not to get killed" you laugh at him storming towards him "like you'd even care riddle, I'm but an ink stain on your life" he rolls his eyes letting out a sigh "if that's what you want to believe, but if that's the truth then why does it hurt to close my hands?" You take a step closer sitting beside him on the couch. you notice his badly wounded knuckles. "Why?" he laughs out leaning his head back "because we're both idiots" you trace his knuckles pulling out your wand to heal them. He grabs your hand shaking his head no "I want to remember how it feels to fight for something like this" you blink confused at him you'll laugh a little "you're being a riddle my... I mean mr riddle" he smiles pulling you in his lap "it's safer that way" his voice inches a bit lower, his words hot on your skin "but for right now let me enjoy this" and you do but, you also let yourself enjoy it. The crackling of the flames, his eyes looking into yours, it's like he's searching for something. He coughs a bit looking away while your fingers trace the bruising on his hands. His head presses into yours pulling you in tighter against him. Some new kind of emotion pools over you. But, you don't hate it and you don't fight it. You accept it. He refuses to acknowledge this moment later on. But you both think about it.

They have brought you a gift but, when they give it to you. They see you saying yes to a date.

He wasn't know for giving gifts. He had no idea what women or people in general liked. But he wanted to see if maybe there could be something between you. He had bought you a journal and charmed it to hell and back with everything he could think of. He put his own blood and sweat into making it just right. Little did he know this very journal would be owned many, many, many years later by none other than Ginny Weasley herself. The one time he let himself care would later be used as evidence to prove that he did horcrux. He hadn't done that to this journal yet. It wasn't even part of the plans yet. It was a just meant as a diary for you and two way communication between you. Every part of him was screaming mentally and secind guessing this gift. In the orphanage he didn't know what gifts were. The only items that had been semi his he had stolen as a kid. But, this. He bought with his own money just for you. He walked up to you shoving the journal at you spouting quickly the charms and functions of the journal. You blink at him smiling wide at him. You lean up giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek refusing to let go. Some unnamed student coughed a bit. "So about that date?" he freezes pushing you away. He blinks a bit as he puts his occulmancy to the test hiding any emotions he might have. "Date?" Tom spits out. You sigh looking between the two boys and nod saying "sure, I guess I can" with that he walks past you and straight to slytherin table like nothing at all happened. He pretended like he hadn't had you in his arms moments ago. That he didn't still feel the welcoming burn og his kiss on his cheek. That he didnt feel completely and utterly shattered.