MATURE - Depiction of loving someone that never existed.
NOT PROOFREAD
"Tom?" You looked up from your book, finally speaking after sitting in a comfortable silence. You were in your boyfriends dorm, laying comfortably on his bed, a novel in your hands as you read yourself into a fantasy world. This was a common occurrence for the two of you, something that would happen often, giving Tom had some homework to catch up on, or you just wanted to enjoy his presence as he occupied himself with something else.
"Yes?" He slightly hummed, his head still down as he scribbled something into his notebook, perhaps not entirely irrelevant from the conversation you were about to start.
You closed your book slightly, keeping your thumb in the middle of the pages you had stopped on, ensuring you wouldn't lose your place after a moment of distraction. "I was reading this part in my book," you began.
"I wish not to discuss with you the pointless plot of a fantasy story." He interrupted, making sure not to look up from whatever it was he was so focused on.
You laughed a little, grabbing the small bookmark Tom had made you for christmas and closing it shut, before placing it on the sheets below your body. "It's not entirely about that," you moved yourself to sit up. "It reminded me of something."
He nodded, still turned away from you. "And what's that?"
"Well," you brought your hand to the bottom of your dress, pulling it down from its hitched up position, and back down to your knees. "I was in the girls bathroom this morning."
He furrowed his eyebrows, placing a hand over his book and closing it, turning his body around on his chair to face you, his arms leaning on the back of the wooden chair. "What is the need to tell me this?"
"I heard some girls talking, they mentioned you."
He nodded another time, suddenly slightly more intrigued, his eyes not leaving yours even once, his eye contact was known to make you nervous, he knew this well. "They tend to do that, don't they?"
You pursed your lips, slightly smiling. "Well yes, they do, however that was not my point," pausing, your hands go back to your skirt of the dress, your fingers playing with it as you try to bring it further over your knees. Tom watches you closely, his eyes slightly displaying a set of confusion as you did this. "They said they saw you in there last week."
His eyes went back up to your face as you say this, his expression faltering to display something of less content for a split second, but changing back to one of little to no expression as you looked up to him.
"I'm not saying you did anything," you raised your eyebrows, a hand leaving your knee to hold up your palm to him, showing that you meant no harm in your meaningless words. "I was just wondering as to why you would be in there."
He stopped for a moment, analysing you to best his understanding, he had studied you consistently since before the two of you were destined to be together. Destined.
Your relationship was nothing of the ordinary, the two of you were paired together for a potions assignment, you'd never spoken to Tom prior to this exchange, however he seemed to be almost over the moon when told he had to work alongside you. He was sweet, kind, compassionate even, he'd taken you on multiple dates before the time you had made it official, buying you presents, sometimes making you some. He was sweet.
However, there was a side to Riddle that you weren't aware of, the side of his cunning, and dangerous nature, his true side. Unbeknownst to you, Tom had it planned for a year prior that he was going to whoo you, make you his partner, in hopes of seeming less suspicious to Professor Dumbledore.
