His (A Tom Riddle Love Story)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT CINDRIA AND THE OTHER EXTRA CHARACTERS PLUS THE STORY! THE REST ALL BELONGS TO J.K ROWLINGS

Cindria's POV

For the rest of the month, I stayed close to Tom for obvious reasons. But for some reason, nobody bothered me anymore. Even the green-eyed girl from my art class disappeared.

I'm guessing Tom had something to do with it, but even when I asked, he wouldn't tell me anything.

Caleb and I were steadily becoming friends and this angered Tom to no ends. He kept on telling me that I shouldn't be friends with him and to stay away. But I couldn't help it; I was selfish and wanted to experience having more friends. I guess it's my own fault for what happened next.

I walked down the hall with Tom, who held my hand and was reading from another book.

It was Halloween day and I was getting excited about the feast Tom had told me about years ago. Over the last couple of weeks, I met some of Tom's 'friends' though he doesn't consider them as such. By far, Malfoy was the one with manners, Nott was the snarky one, and Blaise was somewhat kind. Pansy was kind of bratty; Goyle and Crabbe had this aura of darkness surrounding them.

Though there were many, these are the only ones I remembered.

They all introduced themselves with their last name, so I don't have a clue to what their first names are.

Suddenly, someone hit my shoulder and slid something into my hand. Tom looked to the side and snarled at whoever hit me.

He was probably mad that he lost his spot in reading.

"Don't touch her," He said menacingly. The person in question, who was wearing a hoodie, put his hands up in surrender and walked away.

More like ran away.

"What did he give you?" Tom asked immediately after. I looked at Tom confusion. How did he know that that person gave me something?

As though reading my mind, Tom answered the unanswered question.

"Saw it from the corner of my eyes, now let me see it," He said while closing the book and let go of my hand to reach for the paper.

I opened the paper and scanned the contexts quickly before giving it to Tom.

I frowned a bit as the words registered in my mind.

Meet me in the empty classroom next to the transfiguration class at 7:00 pm

Oh no.

From Caleb.

I looked at Tom to see him glaring at the piece of paper with hatred. The poor piece of paper burned right before my eyes and I could only stare at Tom in shock.

Did he just burn the paper ... by just looking at it?

I knew Tom was powerful with a wand, but I didn't know he could do such a thing without one.

Tom grabbed my hand and started muttering to himself while dragging me down the hall. Students moved out of his way once they saw who he was. We reached the library in seconds. Tom entered the library with me in tow; he dragged me deep into the library and pushed me gently against the bookshelf.

"You are not going to meet him," He stated clearly with both his arms resting on each side of my head, trapping me.

"But what if he has to tell me something important?" I asked stubbornly.

I didn't have any intentions of skipping the feast, but if Caleb had something to tell me then I could sacrifice a few minutes, right?

"You will not meet him, I don't care if he's dying, I don't care if he has something important to tell you, and I certainly don't care about this kid named Caleb," He snarled out.