Never again (Tom Riddle x reader)

Chapter 29

Third pov:

Y/N went to the Great hall for breakfast knowing well there was nothing she could keep down, the static sound in her head was still louder than her thoughts. She sat down next the Penelope, who was already eating and chatting with the Deatheater psychos. "Good morning.'' She chirped as I sat down next the her shutting her eyes and the smell of food made her sick. She poured herself a glass of water, she managed to down that until Tom came in and made his way to the Slytherin table. Y/N jolted up, shoving the bag under her arm and left before Tom came to the table.

"You're going to have to say something at some point, you know." Riddle whispered in Y/N's ear in potions, lightly smiling as he put his hand on hers. ''No, I won't, I don't want associate with your values, it's wrong.'' She hissed back, pulling her hand away from his and holding it to her chest. "I am going to rat you out to Dumbledore if you actually do-'' Y/N was interrupted by Professor Slughorn, "Miss, is there something you would like to share with the class?'' he asked and Y/N gave a death stare to Tom who was biting his tongue until it bled. She turned back to the front of the class, "Yes, there is a mistake in the book, the truth serum doesn't need mashed willow-mushroom power it needs Powdered Moonstone.'' She said in one breath looking at the book.

"That is quite true Miss, thank you for your catchy eye, 15 points for Slytherin.'' Slughorn said and turned back to face the blackboard again. "Sly, so sly.'' Riddle whispered smiling as he turned back to his notes, Y/N didn't reply, or even look at him, she meant what she said, she by no means wanted to be involved into something so dangerous, it not only endangers her but all her closest friends as well. The bell rung and before Tom could say anything to Y/N, she grabbed all her stuff and rushed out.

What Riddle didn't know that Dumbledore was waiting for her in the hallway, " Miss Y/L/N, could I speak with you only for a moment?'' He asked as the almost want past him, " Oh Professor, pardon You startled me.'' She said putting a hand on her chest, "Yes of course, what would you like to talk about?'' she asked as they turned to walk down the corridor, it was rigged with dust, and the windows were whistling as the winter was approaching it happened even more and more.

"I wanted to speak about an incident I saw last night on the 5th floor west corridor.'' He said as they stopped walking and turned to each other, Y/N's breath hitched in her throat, "I saw you being carried by Mr. Riddle to the dorms, I am concerned about the character of your relationship, If you have anything you want to say about Riddle's behaviour or attitude, I and the faculty will take care of it from there.'' He said suddenly there was a door shutting head we snaped our heads toward the source the sound, Tom was standing there, looking as if he heard everything the professor said to Y/N.

The professor smiled at the you girl and walked away, Riddle hurriedly went to her and showed her against the cold stone wall, "What did you tell him?'' he asked with his breath on her rosy cheek. "Nothing, I told him nothing, don't worry I won't rat you out.'' She replied and pushed him off. "Just please leave me alone.'' She whispered and while turning her head to the side and lightly pushed him away. Without even looking back she left the corridor leaving out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Once the classes were over Y/N went to her room bolted straight to her bed, he body was still reacting to the curse, cold sweat ran down her back and she felt faint, the whole evening was spent in agony as she twisted and turned while fever dreams occupied her mind. The air felt heavy in the room, Y/N couldn't fully take a lung full of air, she was in and out of consciousness. She barely heard the door quietly open and shut.

"Here, drink this.'' A voice loomed in her head, but she couldn't move, couldn't even push open here eyes, "Come on Y/N, you can't go down like this.'' It was Riddle, he pushed his hands under her back and gently lifter her to his shoulder, a glass bottle made its way to her lips. "Swallow, please.'' He whispered, voice dripping with concern and regret, the dry liquid made its way down her throat. She groaned, and Tom laid her back on the bed.