Ophelia ━━ tom riddle ✓

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Ophelia's chest rose and fell rapidly, her heart racing as she rushed inside the empty classroom.

"Tom?" she shouted, her cheeks rosy and hair wild.

"The only thing I knew I would ever love about you, was watching you fall apart," Tom made himself known as he walked into the room. Ophelia stared at him with tears arising, sweat sheening off her forehead.

"We must leave, Dumbledore knows, the whole school knows!" Ophelia frantically shouted, rushing towards him, grabbing his arm forcibly, and attempting to move him. But Tom didn't move an inch.

"We?" he tilted his head mockingly. Ophelia stopped her antics and stared at him with teary eyes, red cheeks, and pouty lips. Even in her darkest hours, she was beautiful and that was something Tom hated about her from the beginning.

"You didn't truly believe I loved you, right?" his hands cupped the sides of her face, peering down at her morphing face. "My dear, Ophelia, you know, I loathed you from the moment you walked into my classroom," Tom began, voice unwavering and powerful despite seeing the tears flowing out of Ophelia's eyes.

"The worst part of this whole thing was that you truly believed that deep down your perfect little soul could change me. A girl's desire is a cruel torture, especially for someone like you. While you were busy lusting after me, I was thinking of how joyous it would be to watch you crumble and see what ruins you leave," Tom inhaled deeply, his smile twitching.

"What are you talking about, Tom?" Ophelia's voice cracked as she spoke with quivering lips and crystal-like tears slid down her porcelain cheeks.

"I told you, remember?" he stepped back and ran a hand through his hair, eyes widening. "About what I was planning, I told you how you'd even feel it," Tom's voice boomed, causing Ophelia to jolt.

Ophelia shook her head frantically, confusion glazing over her eyes.

"I don't understand, you assured me nothing bad was to happen during the school year!" Ophelia's voice was breaking, eyes glossy and nose reddening.

"Nothing bad will happen to me, as for you, well," Tom paused between his words before continuing, "Well, I guess we'll just have to see what the Ministry plans to do with you," he finished with a clap.

Before Ophelia could speak, Albus Dumbledore and Headmaster Dippet came rushing in, wands at the ready.

But, instead of pointing them at Tom, they were heading straight towards Ophelia Laurent.

"Why?" Ophelia whispered to Tom before the two wizards came any closer.

"I've always been vicious, and the cruelty that encapsulates my mind, body, and soul just couldn't stop itself from wanting to toy with you," Tom whispered to her right before she was knocked onto the ground, darkness washing over her.