soft spot | tom riddle [ON HOLD]

01.

The great hall bustled with loud noises of chatter and cutlery banging against plates, teachers sat respectively at their tables that overlooked the students while pupils all sat at their house tables.

Every pupil did, except for Yvette Edgecumbe. You wouldn't expect a Slytherin to be seated at the table of their rivaling house, Gryffindor, but here we are.

Yvette was seen as the one and only Slytherin that students of all years and all houses could go to for advice, seeing as Hogwarts didn't have a counselor and Yvette being someone who's good with people, she had decided to become the unofficial official 'therapist'.

Many people from other houses and even the teachers had loved her determination to help others, but her own house had everything against her.

They didn't understand why someone of their own kind would waste their time on others when they lived in a world where looking out for yourself came number one.

"Yvette! Are you even listening to me?" A slight high-pitch voice scolded the jet black haired girl. "Yeah I am, keep talking" She replied, obviously lying to the face of one of her closest friends, Lydia.

The Gryffindor girl was about to continue on with her boring long story until she had yet again noticed the Slytherin that sat across from her not paying attention again, but instead looking off into the distance.

"You almost had me there. Who're you looking at?" She questioned as Yvette had put her attention back onto her friend. "Nothing. Sorry" she replied back to her.

Before the girl with the red robe could say anything, a clicking sound had silenced the whole hall.

The pair of friends had looked up to see Dumbledore standing, ready to announce something. "Now - before you all leave," he started as his eyes stared between the houses "I must remind you all that walking around after hours is prohibited unless you are a prefect, A group of young Ravenclaws were caught snooping around last night. 40 points from Ravenclaw" He finished and earned a heap of whines and groans from the affected house.

"Ravenclaw? Surprising." Someone from the Gryffindor table said loud enough for everyone else to hear. "I'm sure they had their reasons." A voice from the Hufflepuff table spoke up. "Reasons? Like what? Group shagging?" A louder voice from the slytherin table yelled.

The hall had then erupted in laughter until something was thrown from the Ravenclaw table to the Slytherin table, that something being a tart that had already been half-eaten.

That toss of food towards the Slytherins had enraged the house of green, they had retaliated by throwing back a piece of uneaten chicken that had turned cold, and soon enough food was being thrown from one corner to another from every house.

"I think I'm going to my dorm. Goodnight." Yvette told her Gryffindor friend who was just getting ready to start throwing food, "Alright" Lydia replied as the other girl had started to run off.

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Yvette had reached the outside of the hall at the same time that Dumbledore had started to scold the students. She sped walked towards the Slytherin common room, but just as she was about to reach a deep masculine voice had stopped her in her tracks.

"Yvette, is it?" The mystery person said, however this person was no mystery to the girl. She had recognized the voice to belong to no one else but Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle liked to be called 'My Lord' by his fellow Slytherins, He says it's out of respect for him but the girl reckons it's just another kink.

Yvette turned around to face him with a fake smile. "Indeed it is, Riddle." She calmly replied with a hint of aggression in her voice.

"Watch your tone with me, Edgecumbe." He said as he walked towards her slowly, she sighed and rolled her eyes in return before turning around and continuing her short journey to the common room, not wanting to put up with him.

"Running away, are we now?" Tom said as he started to get closer to her, even while walking slowly. "I'd call it not wanting to hold a conversation with you." She replied, not turning around to face him this time.

She could feel his smirk burning into the back of her neck as she said the password to the common room and entered it.

(A/N) Hello!!!, It is me, the author. This is my first ever book so i'm really hoping you guys like it. Even to me it sounds like a bit of a bore and i'm assuming you, the reader, find it like that too. However, to overcome that, If you can, is it okay if you guys leave some suggestions on how to become more interesting with my writing?. This is my first story, as I said before, I just don't want to disappoint you guys further into the story.

I also know the lack of Tom in this chapter may be horrid to some of you, but I promise there'll be more of him in the future chapters!!

Thank you so much for reading this first chapter, Stay safe. I love you all <3