Professor Riddle's favorite

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Her hand slides to the other side of the bed, after which her eyes open and she sees that her hand has not betrayed her, the bed is empty. The dark room gives no indication of the time, she carefully places her feet on the soft black carpet. "Tom?" No answer, when she opens the door she sees that it is clearly already light, the bright sun shines straight into her eyes. It feels strange to be alone in the infinite castle that he calls home and is her home for the rest of her infinite life. The silk black bathrobe feels like a second skin while the back follows her like a train as she walks down the stairs. "Tom?" The cold tiles under her feet as she walks through the castle and her voice echoes through the hall, exchanging the cold stones for the wet grass due to the morning dew, the morning sun on her white skin, a shiver runs through her body as she takes a seat on the stone bench. "Good morning Doll" Her closed eyes open and she turns her head. Fully dressed in his suit, he stands behind her, she didn't hear him coming. She slowly gets up from the bench and shields her eyes from the sun with her hand as she looks at the man she adores so much. The man whose anger has penetrated her, his eyes roam over her body. "Are you alone here?" She looks at him with an eyebrow raised. "Uhmm yeah, who else should I be with?" He grins and runs his eyes over her body again, his eyes stopping at her legs. "It reminded me of something." Frustration builds up in her body again as he absorbs it and enjoys it, her anger, her fierceness, something that attracts him, her loyalty, the thing he needs. "I have no memories left, my husband took them from me before he sent me away." He grins as he shrugs and makes eye contact. "He must have done that for a good reason, he seems to me to be an intelligent, wise man." She takes a step forward and looks up into the eyes of the man who is still grinning widely. "He is a bloodthirsty murderer whose only enemy is death, narcissistic, who left his wife with another man and took her memories for his own gain." The grin didn't seem to leave his face until the words - other man - dawned on him. "Apologize." His jaw clenched, his hands in his pockets as his posture changed. "Why should I? That's exactly what you did, right Tom?" He closes his eyes followed by a deep sigh, she presses her body against his. "Go inside." His words fierce but not fierce enough to make an impression. "No, I think I'll stay outside for a while." Her hair touches his face to his annoyance as she turns and walks deeper into the garden through the rose bushes she adores so much. "You won't get your memories back with this, stop your spoiled behavior and go inside." A laugh is her only answer as she slowly moves through the garden while his fingertips stroke the flowers. "I'm not going to play this game with you." Opening his eyes, he follows her as she disappears more and more from his sight, swallowed up by the plants in the garden. "You will." Her arm over her exposed breasts as she leaves the silk bathrobe in the rose bush after which she disappears completely from his sight. Her feet notice nothing of the branches that cover the ground, her thoughts wander, hoping one day to know who she was, how they met, why the attraction is so irresistible , why she does things she never thought she would do. He doesn't seem to follow despite her expectations that he would. It is as if nature swallows her up, as if she becomes one with everything around her as she walks further and further through the infinite garden, the trees surround her, the birds whistle without a care in the world, the sound of water follows. Curiosity drawn, she quickens her pace. The water is clear blue, like an ocean on a beautiful white beach, but it is not, it is a stream in the middle of a forest. Her body bending over, as if the water is calling her, as if the water is begging her to bathe herself in its oasis. Her surroundings seem to disappear, she is one with what she sees before her, one with the water that keeps calling her. As if it were singing, the most beautiful song she had ever heard. Her fingertips caress the water, followed by a hand on her neck that immediately applies pressure and pushes her forward until her nose almost touches the water. "Look what your tantrum has brought you, if I let you go you will be swallowed up and you will disappear forever, without memories and no one but me to remember you......" He slowly pushes her a little further, the water comes like a vortex rises and sticks to her skin like glue. "Still stubborn?" His grip around her neck weakens.... "Help me up." His cold breath on her neck, his bared teeth thanks to his grin against her neck. "Like you listened to me ?" Her heart is pounding so hard that it can be felt in her ears. "Then let me go, then show me how emotionless you are." Hoping he doesn't let her go as the water spreads further over her face, making them more and more one. "That's not how I work doll" His entire body pressed against hers not afraid of losing his balance unlike her. "You want memories, right? I'm going to give you new ones that you will never forget, you are my wife and you are going to behave accordingly." She leans further forward while the water sucks onto her neck and shoulders, her breathing becomes limited and she mumbles sounds. "That's not how I work, Tommy." Fear slowly takes over as the water spreads across her body and a calmness takes over. "You're killing Hermoine." He pulls her up and she tries to catch her breath while the water slowly slides back to its original state like a thick substance. "What do I get?" His eyes move back and forth between hers. "Ungrateful one, Don't be locked up indefinitely under the water while you live forever." With a jerk she throws herself forward and the water deprives her again like an old friend. Sliding his hand up into her hair, he pulls her up against him again. "I despise everything that you are." Out of breath but not too tired to grin, she absorbs the words. "You despise what you are when you're around me." His heart palpable against her back, her reflection visible in the water with him behind her, a picture she loves more than she will ever admit, the picture she always has in her head now in front of her. "What do you want." His eyes now also focused on the water, they look at each other. "Our memories." - "good" His answer faster than she thought, his eyes focused on the water, as if he was experiencing the same thing as her but probably in a different way. He will not like the picture, he will find the picture as scary as death. His hand leaves her hair and slides over her shoulder to her neck while his eyes never leave their reflection. His hand around her neck he pulls her closer to him, his other hand appears around her waist. "I killed him." She stares at the water, she doesn't have to think about who it is. "When." She waits for the tears, the emotions, but they don't come. "The night you came back." She nods slowly, shocked by her lack of emotion. "This is the biggest mistake of my life, this will never end well but I will never leave..." He nods slowly as they still look at themselves. "I'll never let you go either."