𝐀 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 ║Tom Riddle ✔ [EDITING]

Chapter Thirty-Four: A Stunned Black

"There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds."

― Laurell K. Hamilton

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I walk down from Dippet's office, fuming.

"He was going to let Malfoy go with a slap on his arse!" I gape in surprise, and Riddle rolls his eyes.

"We both know that even if he did that, you'd hunt down the blonde coward and torture him to unconsciousness as you did with Grindelwald's followers." He preens like a panther.

I glare at him. I was still angry about him calling me a harlot.

"I'm still furious with you, you loathsome, foul-"

"Apologies."

I freeze. Did Tom Riddle...the Tom Riddle just apologize?

I blink in shock.

"What?" I demand, making Tom sigh.

"I'm not repeating myself, Dumbledore." He snarls, walking away hands in his jogger pockets. A grin slowly spreads on my features, and I'm running to catch up with him.

I grab his arm, swinging myself forward, as we walked along.

He didn't brush me off.

"How do you want to torture him?!" I ask, eagerly. Tom looks down at me in amusement, eyes fond.

The look was gone in a second, though.

He shrugs, eyes darting forward. "Ollivander is your friend. You can choose." He drawls, making me think.

"He put both of us in the Hospital Wing though.....so we should split it 50/50?"

Tom looked like he agreed, "Fair enough."