Libidine. (Tom Riddle x Reader)

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Forgiveness - the action or process of forgiving or being forgiven.

I woke suddenly to a figure shadowing over me. It was none other but Tom Riddle. He was wearing his black robes, and a rather shiny green 'prefect' badge.

"Tom?" I managed to stutter out after rubbing my eyes. I was quite intimidated, I wouldn't lie. It was rather odd to wake up with someone just towering over you, especially Tom Riddle.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He replied when he realized I was up with a rather nasty smirk plastered upon his shadowed face. Not nasty because he looked that way, nasty because he knew he was intimidating me.

"Do you mind?" I playfully scoffed, "I'm trying to sleep here. What time is it anyway?" I looked around the room, searching for a clock. I gave up searching, and looked straight back into Tom's dark eyes.

"It's seven in the morning. You do realize breakfast and classes do exist, Malfoy?" He still wore that same smirk, his expression did soften up a quite bit, though. I sleepily yawned, and shot him a hard glare.

"Yes, I'm well aware." I finally said tiredly while hesitantly getting out of my four poster bed.

"We happen to actually have to do our job a little more than usual today. The first years will probably need assistance with getting to classes on time and such." He reminded me. Usually I wasn't this foolish when it came to waking up on time.

"I know, Tom. Just let me get changed." I said, kind of looking towards the doorway as a hint for him to leave. He took the hint, and began to leave my dormitory.

"I expect to see you in the common room in about ten minutes, Y/N." He flashed a charming smile. It was nice to see him smile at me, but it didn't last long. The same solemn expression was once again on his face before I knew it. Then, he turned around and fully exited my dorm. Why did I like when he smiled at me? It was rather odd.

I quickly brushed through my knotty H/C hair. I left it down, as I usually didn't style it. If I did style it, I would throw it in a loose, low bun. I threw on my forest green pleated skirt and a white button-down top. I placed a couple emerald jeweled rings on my delicate fingers. Next, was my silk tie. I was never good at tying my Slytherin coloured tie. Most times, I'd hesitantly let Abraxas neatly knot it for me.

I rushed down the stairs into the common room, my robes neatly folded over my arm, and my tie messily hung around my neck. Tom was sitting on one of the couches with the same black journal he had on the train. He looked up from his journal and saw the complete mess in front of him.

"Do you need assistance with your tie?" He sighed while shutting his journal and standing up.

"I suppose I do," I said in a defeated tone, "I've never been good at knotting my tie."

"I can tell." He smirked while beginning to tie it. I watched him carefully. I truly didn't mean to, but I suppose he noticed my staring before I noticed what I was doing.

"Yes?" He said while piercing into my eyes. I realized what I was doing, and looked down. I could sense him smirking once more, but he went straight back to knotting up my house-themed, silky tie.

"Sorry." I mumbled, and he gave me a slight nod.

"There you go, Malfoy." He said while backing up a tiny bit to admire his work. He seemed to approve of how neatly he knotted my tie.

"Thank you, Tom."

And with that, we started down to The Great Hall for breakfast. As we were walking, I decided to bring up what happened yesterday. I wanted to actually try to apologize once more. Hopefully he would be more accepting of my apology.

"Tom?" I said in a questioning tone. He glanced over at me, and slightly turned his head in a curious manner.

"I'm sorry." I admitted. He instantly knew what I was talking about. I shyly looked down as he examined me. He noticed how small I looked. How intimidated by his presence I was. The confident power I once held seemed to all drain away just by him being there. He couldn't read me. I confused him. He himself even felt calmer around me. His expression softened and it formed into a faint smile.

"It's okay. I forgive you, Malfoy." He finally managed to say after quite some time of reading me. He just didn't understand why he was so kind to me. Yesterday was different. He didn't even mean to lash out on me. Today, he felt slightly weaker in my presence. He despised that feeling.

I was taken aback by his response. I replied with a whisper-like 'thank you' and he nodded.

We reached The Great Hall beside each other. I finally had put my robes on, and pinned my 'prefect' badge on my robe near my neck. It felt wonderful to hold such a powerful title. That was the feeling I liked. The power a single badge held. We made our way over to the Slytherin table and sat down across from each other. Beside me was Abraxas, and beside Tom was Avery. Walburga Black was sat on the other side of Tom. She was getting quite close to him, too close. I felt myself burning up inside. Why did this anger me so much? The sight of another girl so close to him. Every girl seemed to want Tom, and he showed no interest towards any of them. What was this strange feeling? I didn't like him, did I? I despised it quite a bit.

Wow, wow, wow. You are becoming quite jealous, aren't you? Sirius Black's mother is getting a little close to Tommy boy. What ever will you do? This is quite shorter than the first chapter, but hopefully next chapter things will spice up a little more. Happy Sunday!

- V