RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 17

Emelia woke up to a cold sweat in the middle of the night. Her head pounded. As she gained consciousness of her surroundings she realized who's bed she was in. The oaky scent with the smell of sweat and cologne.

"Shit, shit, shit." she whispered.

She was laying in Fred Weasleys bed with him sleeping next to her. Emelia got up before realizing she was nearly naked. She sat back down, grabbed a blanket, and wrapped it around herself. Her black dress was discarded on the floor along with her underwear. As she bent down to get it, Emelia felt a pair of hands grab her waist. She straightened her back and took a breath.

"What're you doing?" Fred mumbled in a raspy voice.

"I have to get back...my parents must be worried." she lied.

"Alright." he sighed and let go of her. Before she could get up he grabbed her waist, again, and kissed her stomach before letting her go again.

Emelia quickly put on her dress and got up. She slipped back out and saw the time. It was 1:19 A.M.
She tip toed down the stairs and went outside before anyone else woke up.

She had to get back to her hotel. She was a complete mess. Her hair was messed up and there was a faint smell of alcohol on her.

Emelia apparated back to her hotel where she checked into her room. As she entered she saw Tom sitting on the chair by the desk. Before she could say anything she ran to the bathroom and hurled.

"Seems as if you've had a rough night." he said nearly grinning.

Emelia was about to reply before she threw up again.

"I suppose you should rest." he said while sighing, "I'll get you a glass of water to down. Go brush your teeth and rest."

She complied. Emelia didn't know what she was going to do when she returned to Hogwarts. At least Tom didn't know. She brushed her teeth and changed in the bathroom into silk shorts along with a hoodie. Tom pointed to the bed and she made her way in.

"I'm hungry, though."

"I have nothing for you." said Tom.

Emelia didn't feel like quarreling so she went to the mini fridge and pulled out some wine.

"Wine? After you've thrown up? I won't allow it."

He got up and abruptly took it from her hands. She stared at it and sat down on the bed.

"I'm still hungry." she said as she looked at the mirror on the wall.

Tom walked in front of the mirror and fixed his hair. She could smell the scent of strong mint. He turned around to face her and frowned at her. She seemed too lifeless, even if that was her normally.

"Are you...alright?" he asked.

She nodded, knowing fully well she didn't know what she was going to do.

'It was a mistake' she thought.

He purses his lips as if he was going to say more, but didn't reply. The moments from that night kept replying in Emelia's head. She didn't realize, but she had put her head in between her hands and got up. She was hyperventilating and couldn't breathe.

"Emelia?" he asked.

She didn't reply, but was trying to keep calm. It wasn't working. He grabbed her and sat her down again.

"Breathe. Maintain your composure."

Emelia was truly trying, but it ended up in her breaking down crying. Her life was so fucked. Of course, it wasn't as bad as others, but it felt as if the world was caving in on her. Tom rubbed her back and she had black liner running down her face.

Abruptly, she got up and went to the restroom to freshen up. Emelia opened the faucet. Cold water ran out and she rinsed her face. Once she came out Tom was still on the bed, hoping for her to join him.

"Who did this to you?" he demanded.

"No one."

He was angered at her. She came home, late and drunk, but wasn't going to tell him who did this to her.

"I better hope it's no one or I'll kill them."

"Why do you care? Do you love me?" she asked.

"You and I, we're made of glass. We'd never last. We fuck off and on, that's all," he said coldly, "I don't know why you'd expect more."

She stared at him and smiled.

"You want a girl with a skinny waist and drug habits. One who's a wild card. I'm the most fun you've had in years, Riddle. Admit it. You're a bitch and selfish. We shouldn't chill, but we do it still." she said shrugging at the last sentence.

"You love me, that's the issue. I assumed you wouldn't be foolish and catch feelings."

"Supposedly I lied. Maybe I told the truth. As of now, I must rest. You can take the couch or the bed unless  you'll be going back to Hogwarts."

He smirked. "Your assumption was wrong. I shall be staying here for the night. We can share the bed." he replied.

She shook her head.

"You can have the bed."

He insisted upon it so she unwillingly said, "fine". Tom took off his shirt and climbed into the bed. He took the right side of the bed meanwhile she took the left.

Tom's thoughts' consisted of his devious plan, but Emelia's consisted of Fred. She tried to put them to rest, but the night kept replaying. It wasn't bad, but she felt as if she'd done something so wrong.

They both drifted off to sleep, each with their own dreams.