RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 9

As they reach the top of the Astronomy tower, Emelia asks, "what are we doing?"

"Sit on the ledge." he says.

She goes up to the ledge and jumps on top of there. If she fell, there was absolutely no guarantee she'd survive.

Emelia was still going to take her chances.

"What if I fall?" she asks, almost mocking him while she leaned forward.

'She could fall within seconds,' Riddle thought.

"Please don't." he replied.

Tom grabbed his quill and started writing in his book. She just sat on the ledge, but later took out a packet of cigarettes and started smoking. He stared up at her as if he was expecting something.

"Would you like one?" she asked. He curtly nodded and she handed him one. He lit it and inhaled.

"Do you really love me?" he asked, apprehensively.

"It is possible that I love you."

He grimaced before putting his cigarette out.

"You spoke an awful lot when you were...drugged?" he said. She shrugged as if she already knew and swung her legs over to where her feet were dangling off the ledge.

"That's dangerous."

"I know."

This was followed by silence. Tom put his journal down and went up on the ledge, as well. His arm snaked around her waist and she didn't move.

"I could push you off right now." he whispered into her ear. Emelia nodded and smiled at him.

"I could push you off, as well."

"Not unless you accidentally slip off." he said and gave her a push forward. She turned and gripped the stone ledge with her hands as white as snow. Her teeth were gritted together and he laughed.

She simply hung off, not flailing nor screaming. Tom turned around for a second in which she grabbed her wand and shouted, "Aguamenti!"

Water jet out from the tip of her wand and soaked him.

"You fucking prat, I could leave you here." he yelled at her.

"Do it, then. Leave me here. It'd be a shame because I happen to have your wand too and if I happened to fall it would break...wouldn't it?"

He was fuming. She'd nicked his wand and he hadn't even noticed. He cursed himself, mentally, for that.

"It's quite delicate with the sharp tip, you know?"

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" he roared. He was quite frustrated because he hadn't seemed to notice it occur.

"Now either you pull me up and place me on the ground or I let go."

He clenched his jaw, firmly. His decision was final. He walked up to her and raised her lanky arms over the ledge. Emelia climbed over.

"Your wand" she presented to him, bowing down (sarcastically). Tom snatched it from her hands and grabbed his diary and started walking away. He huffed and muttered things under his breath which she couldn't make out.

She sighed and grabbed her cigarettes which were laying on the ground.

'He took his diary', she noticed. 'Quick learner'.

It was nearing 4 A.M. and she quickly left. As she was walking to her dorm she saw Draco. He made eye contact with her and walked over.

"What are you doing?" he questioned.

Emelia shrugged the question off and asked him the same thing.

"Nothing. Were you and...Riddle together?" he asked.

"No, why?" she said.

"Your little boyfriend hexed my quidditch player, Pucey." he said, irritated.

"That's a bit funny, isn't it? Anyways, tell Pansy I say hello." she said as she walked away. It wasn't jealousy, but she felt good when she said it.

"She's not my girlfriend!" he complained.

Emelia turned around and put her arms up, shrugging.

"Go fuck yourself." said Draco holding up his middle finger. Emelia did the same, raising her middle finger up at him.

They were just having a couple of goofs and gaffs after all, weren't they?

Emelia took out a gift from her parents, from the muggle world. Airpods.

She put them in her ear and double tapped the side. Sweater Weather started playing. She cringed a bit. Her muggle friend introduced her to the song. Well, more than friends, but they didn't speak much of it.

They'd just went with the moment.

There was nothing wrong with being bisexual, but Emelia didn't feel that way. She simply appreciated the art of how women looked. Also, the sex was a bonus. Of course, if Fred and George found out she'd never hear the end of it.

She was prancing among the halls at Hogwarts until she reached her dormitory. Emelia kept on her airpods and felt the need to repeat the song over and over again, till she fell asleep.

Riddle, on the other hand, was pacing his dormitory. His hand on the nape of his neck while looking at the pages of his diary and maniacally whispering to himself.