Tom Riddle's View On Love

Part 11

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Lets be friends

You are sitting on the medical bed looking at him smiling. Your voice is soft as you look over at him, "I thought awhile about what you said, I think I really need to get to know you. Right now I feel like I know nothing about you. We should work on being friends"

He would have lost his shit if it wasn't for you. If he didn't love you. The idea of being your friend put a gross taste in his mouth. He pushed a blank stare to the front of his mouth as he spoke in a matter of fact tone, "We can try it but, I have never really had friends. So I can't promise to be any good at it"

You laugh at him tightly closing your eyes as you sit up in the bed. A single hand reached out like he was going to help you but he quickly pulled it back. Your voice is soft as you look at him, "Was I your first girlfriend?"

He looked away sighing softly, "Yes you were"

You smiled at him looking at the courtship bond mark on your arm, "Well if you got me to do this you must have done pretty good job at the role of boyfriend. I feel like you will make an amazing friend"

He sighed shaking his head back and fourth as his jaw went in a tight line, "I make no promises to be the best but, I do promise to give it everything that I have"

You lay your hand on his as he tightly squeezes it holding it there. "Tom, tell me all about you. I wanna know everything"

He offered a smirk rubbing small circles into the palm of your hand, "What would you like to know?"

You look up at the tall ceiling of the medical wing humming to yourself before you finally answer him, "Are both your parents wizards?"

Pain etched in his eyes for a small second bitting hard into his bottom lip as he shook his head slowly, "No, my father was a muggle and my mother was a witch. Because of stereotypes I do ask that you keep that between us"

You smile at him tracing runes into his palm. You remember them as protection runes. You can't stop yourself from tracing them over and over again. "I promise not to tell anyone. I don't remember my parents. But, I was filled in on the boggart so that seems best. You said was? Did they die?"

He quickly went blank faced as he spoke trying everything in his power to keep a steady face, "Yes, and one day I will tell you the story of what happened but, that is not a story for five minutes of friendship"

You snort with laughter looking at him squeezing tightly his hand, "You tell me when you are ready. We should never push ourself past where we are at healing wise. Its obviously a painful memory"

He sighed shaking his head, "No, it isn't painful... it's an emotion I am not sure how to explain. I don't really have the words for it..." He licked his lips breathing hard, "I never really open up or talk about myself. I am normally a jerk. But, I am really trying here you know?"

You let out a long yawn stretching long in the bed. He lays a hand on your knee offering a smile. His voice is soft as he speaks, "Get some rest Y/N, I will bring you some lunch later okay?"

You nod at him overcoming with tiredness all of the sudden letting out yet another aggressive yawn. You mumble watching him walk away, "Tom? Please be safe."

He stops in his tracks but doesn't look back at you, he calls out, "For you? I guess I can be safe but, only for you" you swear you heard him say my poison at the end but you are unsure.

It hurts something deep inside of you watching his perfect form walk away. It is hard to swallow as you find your fingers reaching for him. You cannot remember him but, him walking away while you sit there in the hospital bed hurts. You want nothing more than to beg him to stay.

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Lunch... BUT its not a date

You wake up to the smell of something that makes your stomach growl. You slowly blink the sleep away seeing him sitting in front of you. A smile pulls up on your face as he lays down a sandwich, crisps and a bottle of water. His voice is full of laughter as he says, "Well Good Afternoon sleepy head. I brought you food like I promise. Just lunch because it's not a date"

Your snort at laughter looking at the food before you. Your voice is full of humor as you reply, "Lunch...BUT its not a date"

He sighs sitting on the edge of his chair "Yes Y/n it is not a date, now eat"

You glare at him shaking your head slowly, "No" your stomach betrays you letting out a growl

A smirk pulls on his cheeks as he lays his sandwich on side table getting up and sitting on the side of the bed right next to you. His musky scent floods your nose causing a sweet sound to leave your lips. His eyes go wide as his breath hitches in his throat. He leans down whispering, "Try to make your no a little more convincing"

You roll your eyes crossing your hands over your chest, "I am not hungry"

He licks his bottom lip slowly pulling away from you. He traces his fingers over your jaw line, "You sure about that?"

You nibble slowly on your bottom lip swallowing a very dry breath as you shake your head.

He chuckles his hand rubbing up and down your neck slowly. It feels like he is thinking about wrapping his hands around but instead he massages gentle circles into the skin. His voice is soft, "You insolent witch, can you be a good girl for me once and eat?"

You grab the sandwich glaring at him taking bite making a velvet sound fall from your lips. He freezes his hands on your collarbone. He looks across the room slowly breathing in and out of his nose before turns back to you. He growls out, "I guess the answer is no"

You smile giving him a smirk, "I don't know what you are saying. I am just enjoying my sandwich" You let more soft sounds bubble from your lips.

He rolls his eyes sighing hard as he snaps out, "Try not to sound like you enjoy a sandwich more than you did me okay?"

You laugh so hard you start snort giving him a wink. He growls at you, "You're a brat. If I didn't... I swear Y/n"

You smile stopping your torture. You enjoyed teasing him. You remember it as one of your favorite past times. But, if only you could remember him. Instead you just remember that one fact. The rest of the meal is met with good conversation and laughter. Not to mention a very grumpy Tom Riddle.