Chapter-8- The Compassionate Riddle

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Chapter-8-The Compassionate Riddle

Sophia's Pov:

I am in the castle following Tom Riddle and he is going to the fucking room of requirement. God! Why he is even going there? I don't think he has even gotten any precious belongings of his in there that he has kept in his era because obviously, I feel like he was too busy talking with snakes and basilisks.

He went into the room of requirement and I am stuck outside now because I don't know what he even thought while going there. So I can't know anything about his plan now. Ugghh!!

Why do I even try to be a detective when I am really bad at it?

But I think I should try getting in by saying something. After all, today may be my lucky day!

"I want to go where Tom Riddle has entered just now," I said in my mind but it was of no use because no door opened.

I paced in front of the room of requirement for about 10 minutes. I was returning downstairs because I had given up.

I was halfway down the stairs when I heard someone coming behind me and I turned around, it was none other than Riddle. He is also coming down the stairs and man, he is just so elegant. I won't deny it now, he has that elegance and grace that plays an important role in impressing others.

That's why he was successful in getting Rowenclaw's diadem and Hufflecup's cup. But at the same time, I feel this rage towards him. Every time, I look into his eyes, I see a murderer and a cold-blooded psychopath.

He already was down the stairs when I came back to reality. God! I should stop zoning out.

I also stepped down the stairs and went in the opposite direction as of him when I heard him call me.

"Sneaking and following someone and trying to invade someone's personal space is not morally right, Sofia," He said and his voice was filled with coldness.

I turned towards him and pulled off my invisibility cloak looking at him with a bewildered face.

"How do you know it was me? And how could you see me?", I asked in a very argumentative tone.

He came towards me and leaned his face closer to mine. He was staring into my eyes like a hawk making me feel intimidated and uncomfortable.
He lifted his hands slowly and pushed the hairs from the front of my forehead back.

I gulped. What the heck is he doing? Is he mad? Wait, he isn't. He is just so handsome and his eyes are so mysterious. The way he is moving my hair, the way his touch feels. Ughh!!

He is still looking at me deeply and I am gulping in fear and uncertainty.

His hand slides down to my cheek and he starts cupping them slowly. Again, pushing some of my hair behind my ear while looking at me like he is seeing his prey. I am feeling electric shocks, butterflies, and whatnot in my stomach. But I can't do this. This is wrong.

"What are you doing?", I asked him and I knew this was also a stupid question.

"What are you doing to me?", He said in a husky voice which melted me. His hands are still cupping my cheek and I don't know why but I think his gaze has softened a little bit now.

"I am doing nothing. I think you should leave me, Riddle.", I said and I stuttered.

"I am not holding you. You can go... If you want,", He said and leaned his face more toward me.

He is looking at my lips and eyes back and forth. My knees are feeling so weak at his mercy.

I was just processing what was happening when he suddenly grabbed my waist and wrapped his arms around my waist. My hands made their way towards his neck.

"Don't do this.", I told him.

"I am doing nothing. I think you are the one who should leave me, Wilson." He said repeating my words back to me.

Suddenly, I regretted everything that happened, and my eyes filled with tears which made his gaze soften even more. Why am I seeing a little bit of compassion in his eyes now? Why?? I wish I hadn't seen it.

"I am not compassionate and I will never be. You don't have to worry about ever seeing it, Sophia,", He told me and my eyes widened.

I suddenly removed his arms from around me and moved away from him staring at him with hatred and rigidity.

He has read my mind. He was just doing all of this so he could make my wind weak and look into it.

"I hate you and I will always.", I screamed at him and turned around and went running to the Gryffindor tower.

I entered my dorm, put the cloak in my trunk and lay on my bed on my stomach. Tears made their way down my cheek and I started sobbing in the night. I don't know why I am crying. I don't even know what I am feeling.

Why did he do that to me? Why did I even permit him to come close to me?
God, I am so fucking stupid!







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