Bad Romance

Nagini

-From Tom's POV-

A simple disintegration spell was used on the three Jenkins; now, my grandfather's ring, the Slytherin locket, and a chalice I had upstairs from my last year at Hogwarts glowed a low green light. I had calmed down to a point where I devised a plan on what to tell Christopher, and his brother for that matter. His parents frequently went on last minute trips to Jamaica to visit their Grandparents, so I'd play it off as if that's what happened and then either keep Christopher around under an enchantment spell to keep him as a right hand or kill off the rest of the family.

It's not like I wanted to do it. It was a fit of rage and pent up dark magic from the past how ever many years. All I knew now was that I had just resumed my conquest for power, now the next step was keeping Y/n in my reaches.

Considering how well I had played up the 'I know you still love me' role earlier that night, I knew that plan was en route. It took a lot of convincing her and getting in her head to make her second guess herself, and bam. She practically crawled right back up into my arms. So now the next steps in solidifying that were to play myself up so she thinks I've changed, and/or villainize Draco. Preferably, both- if possible.

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This morning, I was out at Hogsmeade on the quest of finding a pet; I had been thinking about getting one for awhile, but never acted on it because the Jenkins did not approve. Seeing now as they were dead, nothing stood in my way.

I was half-crouched looking at tanks and cages of all kinds of animals. They had everything in this pet shop; plain animals, whimsical animals, fantastic beasts, everything. Too furry. Ugh Jesus gross, too hairless. Too- winged. Too legged. Too many eyeballs. I stood up and let out a frustrated sigh.

"What's a moron like you doing in a pet shop?" a familiar brat calls out. I look up and am standing parallel to Draco.

"Malfoy, you really mustn't talk so lowly to yourself." I say back flatly.

"The only moron here is you Riddle." he snaps back.

"And how so?"

"Well for one, you let one of the brightest girls in school go from being wrapped around your finger to falling through your grasp." he hisses out. I feel something in my chest deepen and speed up and I feel the corners of my mouth just barely twist upwards. Draco's face twists into a confused and disgusted one. "What're you smiling for??"

"Because, Malfoy, if she was really slipped through my grasp we wouldn't have gotten back together last night." I say in a calm tone. His face goes through a thousand emotions at once; his eyes were wide with confusion, eyebrows pressed together, and his skin flushed pale, as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Bullshit, Riddle!" He snaps back.

"Oh, no no no. I'm telling the truth, Malfoy. She came to my house late in the evening and we had a long discussion about sixth year and our breakup and she confessed that she never did stop loving me." I explain to him. His eyes drop to the floor, as if he were calculating something that he didn't like.

"Y/n, is many things but she's not--" he doesn't finish it.

"Not what?? I love my Y/n to death, but she is many things; dishonest, indecisive, conniving, gorgeous. But, that's not the point. What she is, is mine." I say simply. His eyes go back up and glare at me with fury.

"Fuck you, Tom Riddle." he spits out. "You've done nothing to her but use and manipulate her and she's too blind to ever see that you're a fucking monster.".I take one step closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder and tighten the grip.

"Well, Malfoy, we all have a monster within; the difference is in degree, not kind." I whisper lowly before he shrugs off my grip. He just shakes his head and drops the bag of owl feed he was carrying on the ground, sending pellets of it everywhere, and walks out. Well that made a big mess now, didn't it??

I guess he was more sensitive than I had at first thought. Unless... had he spoken with Y/n recently?? Is that why she seemed so apprehensive yesterday at first? Well now I had to know. "I'll go figure it out but first, I am NOT leaving here without a pet." I mumble to myself. I sigh in annoyance and then keep looking until I find this cage all locked up on it's own table, no lights, decorations, food or anything inside of the tank. I lightly tap my fingers on it and observe soft black scales slither around. Something about this snake is so attractive to me; whether it was the omnipotent energy it gave off, or the way that it had been abandoned at a young age like I had. I wasn't sure, but I knew it was the one.

I took the tank up to the shopkeeper and he looked at me funny. "That one? 'Sjust a baby. It was the runt of all the hatchlings. We've got bigger and better ones in the back, y'know?" he told me.

"No, I want this one." I say in a calm and flat tone.

"Are you sure??" he asks.

"Yes, now how much longer am I going to have to stand around and answer your stupid questions?"I ask impatiently, but still maintaining my cold and emotionless demeanor. He just sighs and rings it up and I pay him and leave with my new pet.

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I had opened the lid of the tank for the snake to wander around for a bit, and it didn't quite want to. It mainly kept looking at me and trying to crawl up my neck and arms. "What shall I name you?" I said, deep in thought of a name. I closely examined her, studying her scales and her underside to the shape of her head and her eyes. Similar to how Y/n had seemed to become very well versed in dragons and drexels, serpents and snakes were my forte. And this one looked like the mythical Naga. "Naga? No. Too... on the nose." I flopped back on my bed and kept thinking. "Nagini."

I shoot straight up on my bed and look at her through the glass of her tank.

"Nagini!"

It's brillaint, really.

"Nagini. That's your name."