Professor Riddle's favorite

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His breathing has been annoying me for a long time, he breathes so terribly loud, I can't even think. Lying on my back, staring at the ceiling while I feel his eyes burning. "When did you fall in love with me?" I turn my head to the horrible puppy eyes, he laughs and raises an eyebrow. "What a strange question." - "Just answer the damn question, you're getting on my nerves." His look changes but still too sweet to say anything mean back. "Sorry I didn't mean it like that." He nods, it reminds me of Ginny and Harry's relationship that I saw at Hogwarts as an example of what I absolutely did not want. "I don't know, it just happened I guess." My eyes go back and forth between his, he doesn't know either, he has no idea. He seems to realize it himself for a moment, but quickly dismisses the thoughts. "Sleep well." - "You too." It just happened, that's what this whole relationship feels like, we have nothing in common except our house, we barely have conversations, I have no idea what's going on in his head and he certainly has no idea what's going on in mine. Maybe it's true, maybe it's me, I turn my back to him and stare at the window. Doubting my entire existence, my entire being, it's impossible, he's a murderer. "Can you get a glass of water downstairs?" Snoring is the only thing that answers my question, simple soul, no thoughts to keep him awake, what a life. The cold in this house is absurd, closing my bathrobe I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. How can it be so cold in here, my breathing creates clouds. "So ungrateful that she throws part of her own soul in a trash can." The voice sounds louder than normal, he's inside, he's here, my back is turned to him, my hands are clinging to the edge of the counter. "This is a mistake, it's not me you're looking for." His reflection visible in the window, his grin makes my stomach turn, he comes closer and I close my eyes hoping to wake up. "The only mistake I made was sending you away, I thought I would get rid of you, my feelings would fade away, you would be safe and in the meantime I could use you to kill Hermoine." His voice comes closer and closer, my heart races as I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter. "I'm not going to kill Hermoine and I'm not going back to you, I don't want anything from you, leave me alone." His breathing is palpable on my neck, his voice whispering. "Then why did you lie? You love this, you want this and I will give it to you again until you realize this too, you again do everything I say, again beg for my attention, beg for my cock like a desperate whore , able to kill for a little bit of mine attention." My eyes open at his words and I look at him through the window, his chest pressed against my back as he rises, towering over me. "You will have to live with your own fault, I will never beg for your attention again." My voice confident while I feel like I could faint at any moment, my legs feel weak, my heart is in my throat. He leans forward again, his hands alongside mine on the counter. "That scar on your butt tells a different story, that ring with your soul in it also tells a different story, why do you allow this?" He pushes his body against mine, his lips against my neck, my eyes close again as I try to control my breathing. "Go away." His smile is icy as he pushes himself closer to me. "You're giving yourself away, why are you squeezing your legs together? I missed this." I am completely unaware that I am indeed doing this. "I don't like tension." His hand on the side of my thigh, completely covered by his hand. "You do and so do I." My feelings are unacceptable, he has to go. "Leave me alone, get out of my house." His hand leaves my leg and it immediately feels like an emptiness, as if he is taking a piece of me with him now that he is releasing himself from me. "Never, see you soon."