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His (A Tom Riddle Love Story)
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  • Reads 532,601
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  • Parts 17
  • Time 3h 19m
Complete, First published Oct 23, 2017
"Promise me, Cindria! Please!" Tom pleaded, now gripping my arms in a vice-like a grip. 

"I won't, I won't promise something when I know I'm going to break that promise, Tom," I said shaking my head. I refused to comply with Tom's demands because I knew one way or another, I'd be forced to get involved in what's happening. 

Whatever was happening. 

"Fine! You leave me no choice! Nagini!" I heard Tom say, and when he uttered that familiar name, I began to tremble. 

"Tom...Tom! what are you doing?" I said weakly, raising my hands to his muscled biceps. 

"Protecting you," he replied, just as Nagini, Tom's huge snake, slithered into the room. 

I could feel myself becoming faint and I pressed myself into Tom for protection from the venomous creature.

He wouldn't. 

Would he?

He would.

"Tom...You promised...You promised that it wouldn't come near me!" I began to panic, now trying to get away from Tom, who held me around the waist, tightly against him. 

"I know what I promised, Cindria, I promise Nagini won't hurt you. She'll just be outside your door, guarding you, making sure nothing happens to you in case you have any ideas," he told me, putting his hand on my cheek. 

"Please don't do this, you don't have to do this," I whispered, tears making their way to my eyes.
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