Gypsy

Chapter Twenty Eight

They left me alone for a whole day after that. Malfoy even managed to keep himself away, I had no idea how when he delighted in stalking me so much. In that time I didn't see Vanessa, which I found disappointing, but who could blame her. She was on the monsters radar now, I would also stay low. I knew my peace and quiet was up when my bedroom was suddenly invaded by house elves carrying suitcases and weird looking knickknacks.

"What is going on?" I stood up from my chair by the fire, I had been reading a rather interesting book about current changes to the Muggle world.

A little house elf I recognised to be Iron stopped to address me. "If it pleases the filthy Mudblood Nymph, his great and powerful Lord Voldemort will soon be in residence in this room."

"No it bloody well does not please me." I snapped back, indignant at the thought of Riddle taking my room.

"Beg pardon Nymph lady, but your opinion does not actually matter. I's simply trying to be polite considering your new and great triad with the Masters."

I snorted out something that was almost a laugh, he was a little bastard but I did find Irons amusing. "Fine, where is my new room then?"

"This is to be yours and the Masters rooms." Irons didn't do anything when I tossed the book I was holding at the wall.

"Like hell!" Irons ignored me again and walked over to my bed, he clicked his fingers and it enlarged. He then did the same to the room, until it was large enough for at the very least three people.

Huffing out a breath I waited for the elves to finish, already plotting my revenge. I had noticed several lovely suits being unpacked that I believed would look better if they were slightly more...Ashen.

Satisfied they were all gone, I stomped into the wardrobe and pulled out several grey suits and one purple robe that should be burnt regardless of my feelings. I heaped them into a pile on the floor, and opened my hand. A ball of flame sat in the centre of it, this took a fairly decent chunk of my magical reserves to pull off, but I managed.

"Aguamenti." I shrieked when I was suddenly doused in water. A bark of laughter came from somewhere behind me and I rounded on the sound. Both Riddle and Malfoy stood there, neither one hiding the amusement from their faces.

Malfoy looked down at the pile of clothes I had made, and frowned. "Why is my purple robe there? I understand your bloody suits, but that robe is a work of art."

"I believe if I had noticed that robe there then I would have allowed her to set them on fire after all, ah well." Riddle waved his wand at my form and I was suddenly dry, my hair frizzed out all around me. They both chuckled again. "You know, I am rather fond of your hair these days. Quite untameable." Riddle moved forward to touch my hair, I snapped my teeth at him. He smirked and gripped my chin roughly. "No biting unless I say so Nymph." I hissed, and he released me.

"How did you make that flame Mudblood?" Asked Malfoy, ignoring my exchange with Riddle. Instead of answering I showed him, conjuring up a ball of fire hotter than the last and tossing it around Riddle and towards his pretty blond hair. "Fuck." Malfoy ducked, the ball missed and exploded against a far wall. Malfoy shot another spell at it to douse the heat. My head felt a little light after that one, so I chose to sit down on the ground.

"What is wrong with her?" Asked Malfoy, moving up next to his Master.

"She has nearly depleted her magical reserves, maybe another day and she will have to feed." Riddle sounded positively gleeful, I glared at him.

"Bet I can last longer than you do." I taunted, speaking of his already hollowing cheekbones, he needed it too.

"You were easier to deal with when you were in a coma." Quipped Riddle, pleased that I had answered him.

"You weren't." I was of course referring to every time I had to suffer through them fucking some other witch, partially hard to deal with when it felt like they were splitting your heart. Riddle flinched for just a second, and I smiled. Game, round, match.

"She's got us there." Malfoy waved his hand at the pile of clothes and they vanished, probably returning to there past home in the wardrobe.

I sighed, it was exhausting to be around them. My other half was gleeful at there presence however, an itch in my head begging me to feed from them. "What do you want Lord Voldemort?"

To his credit, Riddle did not flinch at my using of his moniker. He knelt down until we were eye to eye. "I find myself ready to settle down so to speak, it gets tiresome having to travel to and from The Manor every time you do something stupid." I hardly think tricking you into removing the blood curse was stupid. I bit my tongue, there was something decidedly dangerous about Riddle today. "From now on one of us will be around at all times, you don't think I'm stupid do you?"

Resolute I glared at him, "No." Just arrogant and far too secure in the fact that nobody can outsmart you.

He smiled, and I gulped in a breath at how it transformed his face from handsome to otherworldly. "And believe it or not," his hand tugged on one of my curls, "I don't think you are stupid."

I looked nervously between Riddle and Malfoy, mustering my strength I stood, legs slightly shaky but not noticeable through my chosen outfit of pants. Malfoy seemed to finally notice my attire, something I thought he would immediately pick up on. "Why the bloody hell are you wearing my pants?" He stormed over to the wardrobe and gestured inside, "did we not provide you with enough clothes."

Technically they had, mountains of fancy dress robes and flowing muggle dresses. Can't bloody run properly in a dress though. I curled my lip and him and pulled up the pants, they were miles too large for me, but I made do with some pins. "I don't like dresses."

Malfoy scoffed out a breath and folded his arms, "what kind of women doesn't like dresses?"

I smirked, "the kind who also hated Household classes in school." That class had been pure hell, nothing but simpering women who dreamed of catching a fancy and rich Wizard husband.

A snorted breath came from Riddle, "it doesn't surprise me that you were abysmal in that class."

I had enough of this conversation. "I am leaving, enjoy your new room and your cozy bed, I'd rather sleep in the bloody library." I made to leave, a hand caught my wrist. Riddle smiled, a flash of shark teeth.

"Actually you will be staying right here," he pulled me closer, peppermint breath burned my eyes. "Even if I have to tie you to that bloody bed again, although you did seem to enjoy that last time." He released me when I snapped out with my teeth again, a rough hand caught my chin, my face was bright red. "What did I say little Nymph?"

Bite him. "No biting," I ground out.

He released my face and smiled, "very good. I won't have you being disobedient, do not think that your years in a coma give you leave to behave like an animal." Oh I'll show them an animal. His next words halted my instinct to attack, "I would hate to bring your mother into this." I blanched, I had done my best to forget about here until I was out of this mess, clearly they would not show the same consideration.

"What about her?" I couldn't hide my fear, Riddle's hand turned from rough to soft as it went down my throat.

"Muggle's are so very delicate, so easily broken under certain curses." A wickedly dark smile came over his face. "Have you ever seem somebody after they have been placed under a torture curse for too long, their mind simply snaps." He clicked his fingers and I flinched.

"You wouldn't..." It was a question more than anything.

His hand rested lightly around my neck, fingertip playing with my pulse. "If you try and leave, I will do far worse." The darkness in his face was suddenly gone and I gasped out a breath as he released my neck, I hadn't even noticed that I wasn't breathing. "Now, you will sit in that chair and I may be nice enough to let you have a say in how we organise this room."