Don't Let The Cruel World Change You [Tom Riddle]

Chapter Four

Olive had never felt more alone. With Tom spending most of the years that passed away, Olive had begun spending more and more time on her own. Once a week, Olive would send Tom a letter and wait for his replies. The letters always came on time, but they had always been very brief and curt on his end. 

Tom had just ended his sixth year, and as always, Olive had made her way to Kings Cross Station to meet her best friend once more. Tom had made many friends at Hogwarts, and that had been something that pained her. It seemed that she was fitting in less and less in his life. 

Whenever Tom was away, his entire personality changed. Olive had noticed that he would become cruel and cold while he was among his kind. It was something that she had always worried about in the back of her mind. With all the things that Tom had ever done in her presence, nothing had scared her more than the things he would tell her he had done when he was away. 

In his first few years of attending Hogwarts, Tom didn't mind Olive showing up and waiting for him on the platform of nine and three quarters. However, in his fourth year he had told her that she was no longer allowed to be seen with him. Now, Olive was told that she was to wait in the automobile outside the station, around the corner. Although Olive was hurt by the instructions, she obeyed kindly. She would have rather had to wait around the corner than all the way back at Wool's. 

The same minute as always, the car door swung open and Tom, who had been wearing his black cloak, slid into the car next to her. Olive had given him a kind smile, honestly glad to see him once again. "It is nice to see you again, Tom. You look well." 

Tom grunted. Over the years Olive had never grown offended at his naturally bored demeanor or his short answers. It was just how Tom was. 

' They had both grown up; and had both grown into two beautiful people. Tom's dark hair was worn longer and messy and it complemented his dark brown eyes and lighter olive skin. Olive had let her wavy hair grow out and her face mature; Olive had a natural beauty that most girls could only dream of trying to achieve. 

It wasn't merely their appearance that had changed, their relationship had too. Tom had grown more distant to his childhood friend, while Olive had only grown more attached to the boy she had always cared for. It was destined for tragedy, but Olive didn't care. 

Olive had dressed up for this occasion in a simple attempt to catch Tom's eye. She had spent an hour and a half getting her hair to lay the right way and had saved up all year for the black and emerald pencil dress and black pumps that she was wearing. Sadly, Tom didn't even give it a second look. 

Olive had noticed that Tom was deep in thought and spoke. "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing." Tom answered plainly. 

"I-I've missed you." Olive said nervously. 

Tom scoffed cockily. "Shit, Olive. You always say that." 

Olive laughed. "You act like it's a bad thing, Tom. It isn't terrible for someone to miss you." 

Tom didn't say anything, going back to his thoughts. Tom had learned a lot in his sixth year, and a lot of fulfill the power hungry plans that he had been drawing up in his mind, unknown to his young and naive friend. There was no way that he could have shared those ideas with her, as they would have broken her fragile and innocent heart. 

The day wore on and Olive had spent it loyally at Tom's side, though there was something more gone from him now, and it brought her fragile heart pain. Tom was grown, once again, cold by his absence and she had missed that little bit of him so much more than she realized. 

It had been a rainy day, and Olive had originally planned a day at the park for the two of them, but those plans had been spoiled. It was only allowing her mood to make a turn for the worst. Tom didn't really seem to care about her sorrows, only being selfish as to consider only for his own. 

Night approached and the weather had gone bad. Olive laid in her bed, half hidden under the blankets, terrified of the booming thunder that shook the walls around her. With one loud crack, she leapt from the bed and traveled the familiar path to Tom's bedroom. Tom, knowing that it was likely that such an event would happen, had left his door open and was awake when her terrified eyes glowed through the doorway. 

"Again?" Tom asked haughtily. 

Olive only nodded, taking it as an invitation in, and crawled into his small bed, making herself comfortable under the blankets. Tom stood up and closed the door so that none of the other children could see in nosily. "Are you ever going to grow out of this, Olive? You're acting like a baby." 

Olive didn't care that he had just insulted her, as soon as he had gotten back into the bed; she had curled herself against him. Instantaneously she had felt safe and fully protected as he wrapped his arms around her carefully. This event had been taking place in all the years that the two had known each other, and there had been nothing strange about tonight. 

Olive was desperate to escape the monotony of their relationship, which had now become merely one-sided affections. Olive didn't know the depth of Tom's caring towards her, and she certainly didn't know that he too had felt much the same as she did. 

All it took was one simple press of her soft lips to his shoulder for Tom's thoughts to begin to swirl. Olive could feel a rumbling, seductive growl rumble through his chest and out of his mouth. Swallowing hard, he spoke. "What are you going?" 

Olive pulled away and looked him straight in the eyes, pleading and desperate. "Just kiss me, Tom. Please. Just kiss me." 

Tom gave in almost instantly. His lips slammed against hers greedily and full of hunger that he didn't know that he had within him. Tom felt his pants growing tight as her lips matched his urgency. He had never expected this from the innocent Olive. 

Rolling over on top of her, Tom had begun to roughly slide his hands over her now womanly figure. He had never really seen before then just how beautiful she had been. Tom wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and Olive arched her body into his with a gasp that sent Tom over the edge. 

Tom didn't even bother messing with the buttons on the front of Olive's night dress; he simply tore it off of her in two pieces. The fact that she wasn't wearing any underclothes had spared him the extra effort. Olive was already sliding his pants off of him, biting on her bottom lip in anticipation as Tom appraised her bare body. 

Tom pressed another ravenous kiss on her lips before speaking a warning. "I don't want a relationship, Olive. I won't make you any promises." 

Olive kissed back, sealing the deal with desperation. "I'm not asking for any." 

With the permission being given, Tom trailed his kisses all the way down her body before diving his tongue deep inside of her. Olive moaned from the sudden wave of pleasure and her legs wrapped themselves around his neck and her fingers tore into his dark hair. 

Tom smirked when he was finished and came back to her mouth, placing a teasing kiss. Only when he was about the thrust himself into her, did he deepen the kiss to soften her shriek of pain. Tom didn't even bother asking her if she was okay, he simply moved his body against her own, moving hard and fast, diving deeper with each thrust. Tom had wanted this, and he wasn't sure how the hell he had managed to control himself for this long. Olive had been the most sexually appealing woman he had ever known and she had always been right there under his nose. 

Olive and Tom had both reached the end together, and Tom collapsed right beside her, pulling her nude body back against him gently. Tom placed one final, innocent kiss on the top of her head as he had felt her body relax. 

Olive could help the words that had come out of her mouth next; she had grown tired of pretending that Tom was only a friend to her. "I love you, Tom." 

The only answer Tom gave his new toy was another soft kiss.