Silly boy

Chapter 11: Red eyes and invitations

He bats your hand away, saying nothing but staring at you in disgust.

 "have you know self control" he questions. "not really" you say with a shrug, trying to lighten the mood he just dampered. 

"you know exactly how I feel y/n so stop trying to turn this into something its not" he says to you. "actually riddle I don't, you have no feelings and you never tell me anything" you say now getting angry. 

"you know how I feel? I think you are nothing but a filthy little mudblood, a follower, a servant. Im never going to look at you as more than that and Im never going to care about you" he scolds, meeting your eyes. 

Your lips part in shock, and you feel a tear falling down your cheek. You start to cry but your face stays almost motionless.

 "you know what tom you can go to hell" you say getting up to leave before you start sobbing like a hurt little bitch.

 Your cheeks stung red from embarrassment, "I cant believe tom just saw me cry" you think as you move to the exit. 

You reach for the door handle, but he suddenly casts a spell to lock the door. Stuck in frustration, you still don't turn, as you don't want to seem so vulnerable, and you wipe the tears off, before clearing your throat.

 He stands up and approaches you, his hand on your jaw, turning you to face him. "wipe away those tears sweetheart" he whispers with a pouting lip.

 "don't call me that" you say softly but with anger all over you face, as your eyes go red. 

He smacks you across the face.

 You do nothing but turn back to face him.

 "ill call you whatever I want...now I want you to go clean yourself up, and I don't want to even have to look at you until tomorrow evening" he instructs coldly.

 "why tomorrow" you grunt.

 "because tomorrow is slughorns Christmas party" he says with a grin. "youre going to be my date".