Honestly I could say that Tom Riddle was the most conceited man I've ever met. I've only been near him for a grand total of a day and I already want to smack him round the face, I'm not hiding it either. Something about him just makes me want to stab him. That's not how I usually act, normally I'm really kind, well, to nice people that is and they seem to be a rarity in my house, Slytherin. I seem to be the nicest one there, and that's saying something.
Right now I'm sitting across the common room from him, Tom, he keeps staring at me. It's getting to be rather perverse. I'm all for silently slipping away when his attention is turned to a rather enthusiastic admirer Olive Hornby practically throws herself about his waist. That knocks him from his stance of leaning against the cool stone wall like some sort of sculpture, true, I will admit he is rather beautiful but he's a dick. To put it mildly. I sigh audibly as I hear her try and profess her love, again. How pitiful is that? The guy has already rejected you, just move on with your small life. Go chat up Abraxus or something.
It's to him that I flee to now, away from Riddle's insane stare. He's sitting by the window in a little bay, I squidge in with him and smile, moving some of my white hair from my face as I hold my hand up for Abraxus to entwine with his. We're not together, just to say. Just close friends, he always knows how to make me smile.
"What's wrong Lottie?" He smirks, already knowing full well what is wrong but wanting to be annoying he places a look of distain on his handsome face when I glare darkly at him.
"You know very damn well what's wrong. You're little 'leader' wont stop staring at me."
"Lottie," He chuckles "The whole of the male population can't keep their eyes off you, to be fair."
It had become like this lately, Abraxus always flirted with me, I never minded because I knew he didn't like me like that. It was only friendly to try and boost my confidence which had become rock bottom this past summer, especially after my break up, we had been together for years but he found someone else, I found her too, in fact I found them together, in bed. Maybe he did like me. Even if he did, he only wants women for one thing, and it sure as hell wasn't conversation.
I smirk again, unable to conceal the hint of a blush spreading across my cheeks "Hush Abraxus, you're such a terrible flirt. I'm serious, it's unnatural, its like he wants to eat me."
"Or eat stuff off you." Abraxus laughed at the disgusted expression on my face, but his laughter soon turned to silence as a shadow fell over me, I could see the figures shadowy head on Abraxus' and the look in his eyes gave it away as to who it is. Tom. "Riddle." He says stiffly.
"What do you want?" I spit venomously
"Abraxus, aren't you going to introduce me." I picked up on the emphasis on that word; obviously this had been planned for a while, so the infamous Riddle wanted to make my acquaintance? Well, he could go and jog on; I'm not interested in making friends with that stuck up bimhole.
"Of course. Charlotte, this is Tom Riddle. Tom, this is Charlotte Matthews. Charlotte is my best friend and Tom is one of the smartest boys ever to attend the school."
"A pleasure." Tom extended his hand out to me; I have to admit I am a little confused by his mixed messages but, deciding to stay with my earlier tone of distain I merely take the hand lightly at first but he raises it to his lips and presses his warm skin to my own.
"I'm sure it is, and Abraxus, surely he has better qualities than being a bookworm or, what is it the muggles say, a nerd." I tease gently poking him in the face with my spare hand.
What I also didn't miss was the flash of fear in Abraxus' eyes when I touched him, I could see reflected in the glass Tom's furious look emblazoned across every feature. His eyes made my heart stop for a minute, so dark and black, but quickly I shake myself out of this daze and let my anger consume me. How dare he threaten my Abraxus? Well, I could make him even more jealous. That's another thing, why is he jealous? He's never liked a girl before, why would he now? I thought to Merlin he was queer.
I knew it would be using Abraxus, but hey, he wanted me so it wouldn't really be too bad for him. I flash a look at Tom, it could have been described as flirtatious but then I turned my head towards my startled friend and kissed him lightly on the lips. Only a brush, might not even count as a kiss but it sent a flush of scarlet up his face and a content smile on his face when I move away.
"See you later Ab, you too Tom."
"Lottie! Wait!" Abraxus cries, catching my hand, he stands up to meet me and wraps his arms around me, he smells so nice I believe the proper term is musky but I couldn't care less. I nestle my head in the crook of his neck and place a small kiss there my eyes widen as I feel a small shiver run up Abraxus' body.
"Sorry about that Ab' he was just getting on my wick. I guess I kind of used you. I'm sorry." I whisper into his ear
"You can use me to make Riddle jealous any time." He says sadly, letting me go. Oh dear Merlin I hope he didn't think that I actually liked him? That really would be awful, it would make me feel awful. I can't watch him walk away back to the furious wrath of Riddle without some comfort so I wrack my brains for something.
"Hey! Ab'! Do you want to come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? We could hang out in the Three?"
I could see his face brighten up immediately, he nods his head emphatically and smiles broadly- he has such a heartwarming smile he really does. I grin and make my way out of the common room and down to potions; I want to get there early so that I could pick the cauldron FURTHEST away from Riddle. Needless to say that my opinion of that man hasn't gone up any.
I couldn't deny, when his dark hair fell over his porcelain face as he kissed my hand my heart skipped a beat but there is no feeling there besides that moment, right now he's back to being that arrogant dick that we all know and lov- well all know and hate more like it.