If You Could See it Through My Eyes (Tom Riddle Fanfiction)

I Meet my Partner: Hot Boy of Doom

Azalea POV*

The whistle blew from the scarlet train as the Malfoy siblings raced through the wall. What remained of the crowd surged forward, attempting to get on the train at the last minute. There was no time for overly sentimental goodbyes, so Azalea and Abraxas hugged their parents and hopped on the train, searching for a compartment.

"Hey, Lea," Abraxas tugged on her robes. "You're a Prefect, right?"

Azalea raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

Abraxas grinned. "You wanna come sit with my friends and I until the Prefect's meeting?"

"Not really."

"I'm going to pretend you said yes." Much to Azalea's dismay, he linked arms with her and hauled her off down the train, and into the compartment with his friends.

Azalea hated her brother's friends. They sucked. And they scared her. They were a small group of Slytherin purebloods who acted as though they ran the place, and honestly, they kind of did.

As Abraxas swung open the door to the compartment, Azalea sucked in her breath. Just as she'd thought- Lazuli Avery, Rowan Lestrange, Wifrid Rosier, Dolion Mulciber, Hadeon Nott, and Tom Riddle.

Riddle's dark eyes drifted up from his book, meeting Azalea's for a split second, before turning to Abraxas. "You're late."

Abraxas ducked his head. "Sorry."

"Don't let it happen again."

Azalea frowned, then hastily sat down, sliding the compartment door behind her. Biting her lip, she looked down at the table, not really eager to pick up a conversation with any of them. Glancing up for a split second, she noticed Abraxas looking at her imploringly, but Azalea just avoided his gaze, trying to put on a mask that let everyone know that she was comfortable around her fellow Slytherins.

"What's she doing here?"

Azalea looked up at the owner of the voice. Hadeon Nott. Azalea scowled at the tall, dark haired boy, whose tanned complexion was set into a sneer of disgust. As much as she hated having to converse with these people, she hated being treated like a lifeless object even more.

Just as Azalea opened her mouth, Abraxas snapped, "She is my sister, and if you don't watch your mouth, you'll be the one who's not here." Abraxas shot a glance at everyone, but the other boys didn't seem to want to join in on the exchange, silently watching her brother, Azalea, and Nott with wide eyes. Only Riddle didn't seem to find this situation awkward; instead, he watched the three of them amusedly, as though he were simply viewing a Muggle sitcom she had once read about.

As the compartment again fell silent, Azalea glanced at each of the six in turn. To most of the girls in her year, and even some above and below, they were probably the most handsome Slytherins anyone would ever set eyes on. Azalea was tempted to roll her eyes at the notion, though she couldn't deny that a few of them- Riddle especially- were comely.

Tom Riddle was the last person in the compartment that her eyes fell on. He had, without a doubt, one of the most prestigious reputations at Hogwarts, bested only by Dumbledore, and perhaps a few other professors. Riddle was a teacher's pet, and had practically everyone blinded by his charm, knowledge, and good looks. However, Azalea had always sensed something darker in him... a danger that lurked deep inside him. She knew everyone around her could feel it as well, they had just never taken the time to realize that whatever was brewing within Riddle was potentially dangerous. Some people even completely overlooked his cold, arrogant demeanor, it didn't seem humanly possibly to Azalea. She couldn't even fathom how people overlooked his constant seclusion, his vague threats, and his obvious disliking to... well, everyone. He never even smiles, for Merlin's sake! To Azalea, it seemed ridiculous that anyone would ever ignore the red flags, subtle though they may be, and just pay attention to his looks.