tom riddle imagines

11: gossip night (c.c.)

imagine:
you're gossiping with tom riddle about the students at hogwarts, and for some reason he finds it cute.

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"Fucking bitch!" you yelled, slamming your door shut in rage. Tom sat on your bed, his glance fixed on his textbooks. It was one of those nights where you and Tom Riddle pull an all-nighter studying for an exam. Although he didn't have a problem with the test, he felt the need to accompany your through your restless night. It wasn't something Tom Riddle would do, considering how cold and closed off he was from everyone else, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

His eyes scanned the pages as he did his last minute readings and revising, but he knew exactly what caused your rage effortlessly. You had been complaining about a particular girl for the past month and Tom listened to every word you said, despite burying his head in the books. He was a good multitasker.

"Pansy again?" he snorted in amusement. He found your hatred for Pansy entertaining, like one of those sitcoms to escape reality for a minute. You despised how amusing he found it, but he was only person who'd ever listen to your vents so you simply stuck with it.

You nodded as your face turned bright red. "This bitch is testing me."

"What did she do this time?" he asked, trying his hardest to hold in his chuckle. You rolled your eyes at him and groaned, tossing yourself on the bed beside Tom.

"Bitch tried to get me sent to detention, but luckily Dumbledore saw right through her lies," you sighed, your fingernails digging into your soft, fluffy pillow as aggressive thought raced through your head. You heard an uneasy gasp escape Tom's lips as his gaze still stuck on the paper, and it struck you that something was wrong with him.

"Tom, you okay?" you worryingly asked, slowly pulling yourself up to rub his back. He didn't like physical affection, but it seemed like he was deep in thought as he didn't flinch one bit at your touch. "Tom?"

"Yes, I'm sorry," Tom chuckled, trying to ease the tension. For a minute, you thought you saw a little weakness behind his tough exterior—a glimpse of anxiety. You shifted closer to Tom as you laid on top of his textbook under him and squinted your eyes in suspicion. A sharp exhale blew out of his nose as he began to grow restless of your suspicions the more you vexed him in silence.

"Are you going to continue your vent?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at you. You shrugged and figured to just bring up the topic and continue rambling about your immense hatred for Pansy Parkinson.

"...and then this bitch had the audacity to flirt with Draco right in fr-" you went on, until Tom cut you off by clearing his throat.

"You're into Draco?" he questioned in confusion. You spotted a hint of jealous in his tone as his voice went higher than usual, and snickered at the thought of it.

"You jealous, Riddle?"

"I could never."

"I'm deeply hurt, Tom Marvolo Riddle," you gasped sarcastically as you dramatically clenched your fist against your chest as if your heart was aching. Tom simply rolled his eyes at you as his lips curled into a small smile.

"So what did you do about Draco?"

"Well, I didn't care because Draco was arse anyway; him and Pansy truly does deserve each other, considering how bloody rude they are to nearly everyone who's in their sight," you continued, "especially Potter. Poor guy, always getting picked on by Malfoy. Frankly, I'm starting to question Draco's feelings towards Harry."

"How so?" Tom asked curiously as he leaned towards you, slightly chuckling. The deeper you went on, the more Tom grew curious and invested. It was most than enough for you that he at least found your rambles interesting. But was that truly why Tom seemed invested?

"Draco constantly bullies Harry, and when I say constantly, I mean he's never not bullied Harry whenever the boy's at his sight. Some might say he's... attracted to Harry. I wouldn't know though, they're just rumors circulating around the school," you went on.

"Draco and Harry? Aren't they both- well, if he does, good for him, I guess," Tom shrugged, but clearly he did seem a tad bit confused. "But that's no way to get a partner."

"Clearly, the boy needs some re-educating," you chuckled, "his father seems like a real dick; I once saw him use the killing curse on Harry Potter in our second year."

Tom let out a concerning, disbelief laugh. He found it amusing, yet disturbing and it made you quite concerned for him, but you chose to ignore it. You paused your rambles for a minute as you sighed, giving yourself a moment to breathe. As for Tom, he sat there in silence, his gaze fixing on your features. He examined you quietly as he felt warmth radiating from his body. He didn't exactly know why he felt this way, but all he knew was you were awfully adorable when going on about your thoughts. And it made him quite nervous.

"Are you okay?" you asked, chuckling, "you're smiling for no reason."

Tom raised his eyebrows and bit his lip as he realised he was unconsciously smiling at his thoughts and feelings towards you.

"I just felt like smiling," Tom grinned.

"Oh really? Well that's not like you but, I like it."

Tom's grin only grew wider as he chuckled, "you do now?"

You nodded your head, smiling ear to ear as you began to find flustered Tom Riddle adorable. You both sat closely in silence, gazing at the ceiling as you watched the seaweed green light clashing a mix of colours as it swirled around, igniting the dark room subtly. The boy's head slightly turned to you as he gazed at your captivated self watching the green light engulf the room, and he couldn't help but smile. The warm feeling only began to grow the longer he gazed at you, but if only he could realise he was head over heels for you; if only he could accept that he's head over heels for you. It was lucky he hasn't realised it yet.

Slowly, you pulled yourself upright and hastily began to pull your books closer to you as you realised you weren't studying as much as you should have. Tom could only stare at you without a word; it seemed like it was the only thing he was capable to do at that point. Your eyes swiftly scanned the pages of the books, absorbing every line you could feed on as you sighed in exhaustion.

"Do you need help?" Tom asked.

"No, some light reading would be enough. I'm sure the shit I learned from last week is still fresh in my brain," you replied monotonously, your voice slightly cracking.

Tom had the strong urge to test you on what you both had learned last week, however, from your voice itself he could tell how bloody exhausted you were so he resisted. He silently observed you scanning the books like a robot and somehow, he found it quite intriguing and dare I say, arousing. You tiredly tied your hair into a messy bun as your eyes were still glued to the pages. Eventually, you grew even more restless, but finally you were done.

You tossed your books on the floor as you crawled over the headboard of the bed, ready to tuck yourself in when you looked over to see Tom still with you, but had already gone to sleep. Slowly, but as quietly as you could, you pulled Tom closer onto the bed, laying his head on the soft, white pillows as you gently pulled the blanket over his torso. As soon as you got him settled, you jumped into the blanket, adjusting your position as your eyelids starting feeling heavy. It was only a matter of time before you dozed off in exhaustion. The last thing you remembered was a pair of warm, big hands wrapping around your waist and a warm sensation blanketing your back.

"Goodnight Y/N," he whispered gently into your ears.

"Night, Tom."

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