My life is a Riddle(Tom Riddle falls for a mudblood?!)

Chapter 33! ;{D

Ok, I know! Don't hurt me! I am SO FRIGGIN SORRY I haven't been updating lately, I've been a busy little duckling!

I'm sorry about that, but I also haven't been feelings as motivated lately, probably due to some things happening right now. But I haven't broken the promise, I haven't stopped this story and I don't plan to anytime soon.

Since no one is probably reading this(lol) let's just enjoy this chapter ok?! OK.

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"I want in."

The cold boy arched a perfect eyebrow at the other's statement. Somehow, he had been expecting this.

"I'm confused by your sentence. I don't understand what you're talking about." He responded coolly, maintaining his composure skillfully.

The other boy pressed his lips together into a thin line. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'll help you, for a favor in return."

The other boy now smirked. "Tell me, why would I need your 'almighty help'?" His tone was mocking, borderline sinister.

At this, the other boy now hinted at a sly twitch of the lips. "You know better than anyone. Tracking is my expertise. Sure you'll eventually find what you're looking for, but I can find it twice as fast." He finished with a daunting smirk, knowing he was right.

The cold boy placed a finger to his sculpted lips, pretending to contemplate the offer.

"I know you, and I know you wouldn't offer your services unless you were desperate. What is it that you want in return?"

He smiled. "I think you know what."

The boy's cold smirk morphed into a frown. "As...appealing as your thoughts appear...I don't think I can do that. Not for you at least."

"Why not? It would be a waste if you cannot get more out of what is to happen."

The cold boy rotated his unique wand around, lacing between his fingers as he thought. He then looked up, with an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Deal."

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Chapter 33

"It happened again." I weakly told Miranda that morning at breakfast.

She looked up from her powder mirror. "What happened again?"

"The nightmares." She sighed.

"There just nightmares Annie, they're not real and they don't mean anything."

"I know..but they just feel so real."

She inspected her nails. "What was it about this time?"