RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 6

It was time for the Gryffindor versus Slytherin quidditch match and Emelia was running late. She was wearing a black jacket with a tank top, a plaid skirt, and Ugg's. She was trying to find her rings, but looked at the time.

"Fuck, I guess I'll have to go without them today."

As she left her dormitory she saw Tom waiting for her with his arms crossed.

"Your eyes waterline is black and you look as if you haven't slept in days," he said a bit rudely.

"That's exactly the look I was going for!" she retorted.

They scurried off to the match and she saw Malfoy walking there. He looked rather sad so Emelia waved. He saw her and gave her a meek smile and waved back. He walked the other direction to the locker rooms with his broomstick.

"Let's go, the stands are filling up." Tom scoffed.

They started walking and he gripped her wrist, not her hand, but her wrist. She looked down at it and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the players.

"Slytherin! Make some noise, here comes your seeker, Draco Malfoy!" said Zacharias Smith. The Slytherin crowd went insane and Pansy Parkinson nearly fainted. She was screaming for his attention.

"Draco! Dear, Draco!! You're going to do so well!" she yelled.

The rest of the players came out and the match started. Gryffindor was leading, but Emelia was focused on someone else—Adrian Pucey.

"Adrian's playing quite nicely. He's actually really good" Emelia said looking up at him. Riddle looked at her and clenched his jaw.

"I could do that with my eyes closed."

Emelia kept looking at Adrian throughout the game.

"It's just luck." he said.

"I doubt it. Pucey is really good at quidditch. He's been playing for a while."

Tom looked back up at him and quietly sent a curse at him. Pucey fell off his broom and hit the ground. Emelia looked up to face Riddle and asked him, "did you do that?".

"No. It was probably Potter or his friends." he said.

Emelia knew this was a lie because Harry was the golden boy of Gryffindor. She felt quite bad for him. His parents died at a young age and then all his loved ones started dying off because of a wizard by the name of "Grindewald".

"Oh" she replied.

Riddle smiled at the sight of Pucey's body on the ground. Emelia took Toms' hand into hers and laid her head on his shoulder. He winced and his smile melted away, but he stayed there for the remaining time.

As the match went on he felt her head go limp against his shoulder and her eyes were fully closed. Emelia was asleep.

The match finished and Gryffindor had won. Pucey had to rest in the infirmary for a week. Tom carried Emelia back to his dorm because he didn't know the Gryffindor common room passcode.

As he walked there he saw Draco stare at him from afar. Once he got to his dorm he set her down on the floor and took her robes off for her.

He glared at her.

Riddle just didn't understand what she was hiding. It was as if she knew what she did to him.

Of course, Riddle didn't love her, but there was some sort of thing between them. He looked at himself in the mirror for a bit before getting into his bed.

Instead of sleeping he crept at the edge, grabbed his wand, and put the sharp tip to the inner corner of her thighs inside her skirt. She stirred and shifted while sleeping. He pressed harder and harder to the point where she moaned softly. Tom put his wand away before he went any further and went to sleep.