kneel | Tom Riddle

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36| magic nights, tragic mornings

Seraphina turned in the bed when she heard people talking a few meters away from her, wondering why there was so much noise in the morning. Opening her eyes she was instantly reminded of how much she drank the night before and immediately regretted it, for her headache was as bad as ever.

"You have to tell her," she recognized Mulciber's voice and frowned. What was he doing in her bedroom and who was he talking to?

She had her answer when Tom answered him, "It's not important and Seraphina will find out either way in a few days."

Only then she realized she wasn't exactly in her bedroom, instead she was in one of the guest bedrooms from the Malfoy Manor. Slowly she started remembering how she ended up sleeping in his house and it all came to her head, how she got drunk with her friends, how she and Tom shamelessly made out in the middle of a hallway for a long time, and how she threw up on that same floor. Later, Tom took her to a bedroom and when they were both feeling better they fell asleep next to each other.

"If you don't want to tell me, then why are you talking so close to where I am? Just leave me alone!" she exclaimed sharply, surprised with how loud she could be in the morning when she was hungover. The two boys turned their heads to see Seraphina burying her head in a pillow.

"Oh no, someone is in a sore mood," Mulciber smirked and Tom glared at him, "Alright, I'll go. There's no need to send me that look."

Seraphina heard the sound of the door closing and felt some weight on her side of her bed, knowing Tom sat next to her, "Get up. We have to leave, it's already ten in the morning," he said and Seraphina turned around on the bed to see Tom pinching the skin between his eyebrows, as if he was bothered by something.

"Good morning to you too, Tom Riddle," she said with a grumpy voice. Tom didn't answer, nor did he look at her, "What do I need to know?"

"I thought you didn't want to know," he said taking his hand off his face and finally looking at her. Seraphina noticed he also looked miserable, probably feeling the consequences of his behavior the night before.

"Will it make me mad?"

"I wouldn't say mad," he shrugged, "If you have any feelings, you'll feel sad, I guess."

She frowned, not feeling like crying or worry about anything else besides her hungover, "Can it wait?" Tom nodded his head, "Tell me when you feel like it's the right time."

"Alright, I'll take care of it. Now get up, I have things to do."

"And why can't you do them without me?" she yawned, not wanting to look at his handsome face after what happened the night before. Tom violently yanked the bed's cover from Seraphina's body, exposing her cold body, which was still covered with the big and uncomfortable dress, "Hey! Why are you like that? You know what, Tom? You're going to die alone."

He ignored her and walked towards the big mirror in the bedroom, fixing his suit, "I don't need you to help me, but I need to go to your house to get some work done and you're coming with me."

She rolled from the bed and walked lazily towards the mirror, so she could fix her hair and her dress, "I hate you, Tom."

"Really?" He asked sarcastically from across the room, where he was putting on his black shiny shoes, "I wouldn't believe it after last night."

She blushed furiously, regretting how easy she was the night before, or maybe she didn't regret it. The witch couldn't say, but she was sure she was too drained out to even think about it, "Let's just forget it, for now."