Diary (Draco X Tom X Reader| love triangle)

~twenty~

I began explaining everything, every last detail from when I left him with Daphne to around today. He nodded, interested. I finally finished and he thought for a minute before saying, "Isn't that the third time you've shagged Tom?"

I rolled my eyes, "Maybe." 

He laughed slightly, but it was soon replaced with a gloomy expression. "Well are you going to have some breakfast? I know how you love blueberry pancakes," I said.

"Daphne loved blueberry pancakes," he replied sadly.

Depressing.

I nodded sympathetically, knowing he would probably take a while to be fully okay again. I suppose I didn't mourn that much. But, she did say not to. I'm sure she's in a better place now. Heaven should be happy, they've gained such a beautiful, sweet, amazing woman. 

Draco walked over, "Piper, I-I'm sorry. I just broke up with Pansy. I don't know why I did it. And, I'm so sorry for what I did. Please, forgive me. Can we start over again?" he spoke very quickly.

"No," I answered, shaking my head. 

He nodded understandingly and began talking to Blaise. Tom sat down next to me, ignoring the two boys. "Last night was a mistake," he snapped brutally. He hesitated but then added on, "And it would never happen again."

"Cool, it's not like I was expecting another time or a relationship anyways," I blushed.

He stood up and walked off, heading towards the... girl's bathroom? That was the one with the girl Myrtle in. She was so annoying. What could he possibly want to be in there for? Guess I'll never know. 

But then, I had this sudden urge to follow him. I waited a few moments before slowly walking to the bathroom. When I was out of view of the hall, I picked up my pace. I could see Tom, and hid round a corner. He finally opened the door and walked in, checking in all directions first. I ran up to the door and opened it.

He had his hand out, and was muttering something. Parseltongue. I knew that, and I could easily understand what he was saying. He was going down into a... chamber? And there was a... BASILISK there. Myrtle was hiding in the corner, scared of him. Strange. I do wonder if maybe he had something to do with her death. No, she died years ago. 

The sinks opened, and he jumped down. I gasped, and followed on after him. I ended up in a rocky, horrible area. Dust swam around. It got to my nose, and I sneezed loudly. Tom immediately turned around, and stormed towards me. He held out his wand. "Obli-" he began, but I had to cut him off.

"No, please don't wipe my memories. I won't tell anyone. But, just please," I muttered. 

He lowered his wand, and gripped my arm tightly. He pulled me towards a door, with metal snakes on and one that went round the full area of the circle. He muttered more parseltongue, and it opened. He dragged me in forcefully and I looked around.

Water leaked on the floor. Snakes grew out from the water. I looked straight forward. There was a large head of. I can't put my finger on who it was. It looked awfully like Salazar Slytherin. It was him. There was a large circle of water right next to his head statue. And then the rest was just hard stone.

He spoke more parseltongue. The mouth of the statue opened, and some kind of animal slowly slid out. The fucking basilisk. Was he planning to kill me. "Turn away, unless you want to die," Tom warned me.

I turned my head, and I heard him say to the basilisk, "Don't look at her."

How kind, he doesn't want me to die. "You can turn around now. I have a small, well rather large favour to ask you," he spoke lowly.

I turned around, and stared at him, nowhere else. "And what is this 'small, well rather large favour'?" I asked.

"Harry knows that this chamber is dangerous, he has been here before. Second year. You weren't here, surprisingly. So, you must choose. Either use a spell to knock him out, break the rules and apparate down here, or obliviate him. You must bring him down. He MUST die. If you disobey, I will torture you until you BEG for death. Understood?" he snapped, still speaking in an emotionless voice.

"How will you torture me?" I asked, intrigued.

"Well, you'll feel... pleasure... mixed with pain. And then just pain, darling," he murmured. 

"Understood," I answered to his original question.

-A/N: This is just a filler, I'm gonna write like a 3000 words one soon, and forget about all the work I've got left-