His Violent Delight (A Tom Riddle Fanfiction)

Chapter VI : Meet The Snakes

"I wonder if she's a pureblood,"  said Kylian Lestrange to the group of Slytherins sitting next to me.

"She's quite the looker if I may say so myself," Evren Rosier added.

"Agreed," said Orion Black.

I was reading a book on ancient runes, which I found fascinating, but this girl being sorted in mid-September had piqued my curiosity. In my past five years at Hogwarts, never had a student joined the school after the sorting ceremony. I looked at the girl who was sitting on the stool with the sorting hat on her head; she was very thin, almost to the point of looking sickly. Her hair was of a wavy brown, which fell nicely down her back, and her cheeks were rosy; I figured she must have felt embarrassed to be watched by so many people.

"She's not that pretty," exclaimed Isabella Burke, rolling her eyes at the boys who were drooling over their newest treat. Isabella was sort of my girlfriend. Of course I never called her my girlfriend and I had made it clear that we weren't a couple and we would never be one. She was pretty; olive skin, long black curls, a perfect body and a good fuck. All the boys wanted her, so of course I had to have her. We were exclusive and exclusively physical. I had no attachment to her, and she annoyed me most of the time with her brainless questions. I often wondered how she even got the title of Head Girl. Nevertheless, I needed her to like me enough to be able to work at her fathers shop this Summer, Borgin and Burkes. If fucking her was the way to get what I needed from her, I had no problem with it.  Now, Burke's hand was brushing mine and it was quite irritating

"Burke we should go introduce ourselves to the new student" she huffed at my words but obeyed. Isabella always did as I said even though she was Head Girl and I was only a Prefect. I loved it.

We walked up to the side of the table where the girl who's name was Amelia was sitting. I let Burke introduce herself first, I then proceeded to shake her hand as I had seen many other  Slytherins do. She refused. She refused to shake my hand.

I was quite surprised by this. I had expected the girl's cheeks to blush at my attention like I saw her do with Zabini. Nobody had ever looked at me with such a fearful stare, not even my closest followers who knew my true nature more than anyone else. Her green eyes had met my dark ones with disgust; the look reminded me of how Dumbledore had looked at me when he'd first met me at the orphanage. I hated it.

I did not know what to think of Amelia. Although my followers claimed her to be beautiful, her almond-shaped green eyes seemed to be filled with nothing but sorrow, and her facial expression showed fatigue and despair. Nothing about her physical appearance made her more beautiful than other women I'd seen.

Everything about her was dull.

It was only her regard that kept my attention fixated on her for longer than I would have liked; the way she froze before refusing to shake my hand.

Nobody ever refused me.

Her cold stare made me believe she may have a dark past, but her refusal to shake hands with the devil himself made me suppose she wanted to fight against the darkness. It was almost as if she balanced on the thin line between the good and the bad. Amelia would either walk along the thin wire of lightness or lose her balance and fall into the darkness. I was willing to give her the push necessary if I saw her potential.

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I was sitting in a leather armchair in the Slytherin common room. Everyone in Slytherin house knew that the chair belonged to me; I sat there with a book in my hands, reading attentively. I had changed out of my robes and wore a thin navy blue jumper with a pair of pants. I looked overdressed compared to the other Slytherins who made their way into the common area, disturbing my peace.