Generation trauma | I

chapter 4 | trap

A B R A X A S

"I really don't understand why you wanted me to help you with Astronomy, Nott. All your homework is correct." I question him. He sits opposite of me in the library, leaned back in his chair and is completely relaxed, not really paying attention.

"Alright. Listen." he starts than. no. I won't do that now. I thought Riddle finally gave up but it seems like after he realised that I won't talk to him, he sent one of his knights. "Nott-" I start but get cut off by him.

"No, Malfoy, you will listen now. I know you hate him, he hates you as well but he also wants you in this. You're the key. You have better contacts in the pureblood families than Black, Avery or me, you speak six languages – means you come around, you're intelligent and you have money. give it a try, please..." The 'please' on the end is irritating me.

I look Neil up and down. He plays with the ring on his finger as if he's nervous to fail and in his dark eyes is hope. "Will he punish you if I don't?" is than my only question. Nott went quiet, looks down into his lap. "Malfoy, don't." he says back. "Nott, will he punish you if I reject? yes or no?" I ask again, looking sternly at him.

Tom knows me good enough to know I couldn't stand it if someone gets hurt because of me. Well...it depends who the person is, but I know Neil already a long time, this is not right.

"I don't know." Neil finally says, looking me straight in the eyes. A shiver runs down my spine. what am I supposed to do? Riddle may punish him, I couldn't let that happen, but I also don't want to have contact with Riddle, already worse enough that I have classes with him. But joining his little group? No. Not with me, definitely not. He can't blackmail me with this, knowing that I have a weak spot for those I care for.

"You don't know? Nott, this is serious, I told all of you." I almost scoff at him. I don't like to be this mean to him but it is like it is. All of them. I've told them all it won't be a good idea to join Tom. An orphan. An half-blood, it's not like I give much of a damn about the blood status, but I got raised like this and people like Tom Riddle mean trouble.

"Don't tell me you said so." he snaps. I look at him, surprised by his sudden change of mood. "I don't-" I cut myself off, this won't help me to come forward.

"Tell Riddle that I won't do this and if he hurts you, tell me." I say, running a hand through my hair before standing up from the desk in the library. Neil gives me a confused look, was about to stop me from leaving. I ignore it, make my way out of the library to see Emilie.

She's probably already waiting for me, and what for a person would I be if I let a lady wait?

Indeed, she was already waiting for me, her slim frame wrapped in a towel, her black hair wet from showering. "Finally. Took you long enough," she scoffs at me, pulling me by the arm to the bathroom. I let her do. "What are you going to wear?" I ask, looking at her as she locks the bathroom door. "this," she points at a black dress with soft fabric, the sleeves made out of lace in a beautiful flower pattern. I nod, turn my gaze back to her.

"bra." She says, taking off her towel. I take the black lace bra next to me and throw it over to her, she puts it on, closes the clip. "slip." Imp throw the black lace slip over to her. "dress." the dress follows. She puts on the dress, turns her back to me, with a small sigh I stand up from the railing of the bathtub, closeting the zipper. "done." I say gently and squeeze her shoulder gently. "How lucky to me that you're gay." she grins, patting my cheek. I make a face at this, pull a bit away.

I just watch as she puts on some light brown eyeshadow, pulls an perfect eyeliner with one swift movement. "Would lipstick be too much?" Emilie questions than, looking at me through the mirror. "Depends what colour you choose." I responds to her. She nods lightly, searches out a nude lipstick.

"Alright, I'm ready. Do I look good?" she asks a bit anxious stroking over the dress, after having brushed her hair. "You look beautiful." I say, tucking a strand behind her ear. "You are beautiful, Emilie, Rosier will lose his mind." I wink at her, get a light hit against the chest as I say that. Even if I got a hit, I see the blush on her cheeks. "Really, Emilie, I mean it." I say more serious than. "Love you, Blondie." She says with a smile and gives me a hug. "Love you too, bug." I responds to her, returning the hug.

"Now go, you don't want to be late, do you?" She gives me one last squeeze before leaving, I let out a sigh, go than down to the common room. Riddle looked up from his book as I entered, but the luck was on my side and I got almost protected by Rufus as he waved me over to himself and Avery.

I sat down to the two with an sigh, even though I still felt Riddle's gaze in my neck. Rufus and Nicholas were talking about quidditch because of the game we have next week against Gryffindore. I actually wasn't really interested into the sport but I was in the team for my father's sake. Seeker was my position in the whole thing, so technically was I with the most important part in the Slytherin team.

My mind wondered off and I didn't payed much attention to the conversation between Nicholas and Rufus anymore. I turned around to look over my shoulder, just to meet Tom Riddle's dark green eyes that let a shiver run down my spine.

I quickly looked away. I hated him. Since when do I react like this on him? Firstly in Divination and now as well? I really had to make up my mind. He's dirty, a halfblood out of an orphanage. I should stay away from him.

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I must really apologise for taking so long to write this, but I swear I try my best.
My mind is just too full with ideas and things that should happen but can't happen yet so I have to fill the space somehow.
I hope you understand <3
Yours, Theo