Chapter 8-Told you so
Before she could register what was happening, a red spell shot at her, making her hand tingle as her wand flew from her grip and right into the hands of Tom Riddle. She silently seethed, her eyes abruptly draining of their purple to return once again to red. Angry was the biggest understatement for what she was feeling. She looked around the Hall, her opponent's fellow Slytherin's were smirking in triumph whilst the three other house members were groaning, all knew she had a huge disadvantage. She wandlessly and nonverbally cast a stupefy at him, sighing when he blocked it easily with a shield charm at the last minute and sent a spell of his own creation back at her, it scraped past her, sending goosebumps up her skin at the close proximity. After five minutes of nonverbal and wandless magic from her part, Evangeline felt the effort take its toll on her and she suddenly felt extremely weary, she kept her shield charm up as he attempted to break it and send more lethal curses her way whilst she thought of a plan...
Its a good thing her parents were keen on muggle things, she mentally smirked at herself and thanked her parents for this slight advantage she had on him. Evangeline pretended that she was lost for answers and had no plan on what to do next, she shuffled forward, a little bit at a time so it would go unnoticed by those watching her. Quickly, she leaped with one foot on the table and bounced off the other, landing on Tom Riddle himself. He was momentarily shocked but regained his composure as she wrapped her legs around his waist and started attempting to wrestle her wand out of his hand. He snaked his free arm around her waist and held the other one, coincidentally the one holding both the wands, high up in the air, as both knew it was way out of her reach. She felt a moment of pressure as someone squeezed her backside and her eyes widened, she unknowingly arched into him in a feeble attempt of getting away from his groping hand. His followers let out a burst of laughter at the girl's embarrassment as their leader all but molested her in front of everyone. She whipped her head up to meet his and saw his smirk, her eyes flashed brown (a sure sign she was scared). He leaned in so their lips were inches apart and her struggles were futile as he kept an iron grip on her. Her breathing hitched as he lowered his lips onto hers. She refused to respond to him and stayed stock still in his embrace, he soon became frustrated at her stubbornness and after continuously tracing his tongue across the seam of her lips, bit down mercilessly, earning a cry and an opening for him to smoothly up the scale of their make out. He pulled away with his signature smirk to see her looking flustered. Carefully and deliberately slowly, he leaned down so his lips were brushing over her ear. His warm breath made a shiver dance down her spine.
"I told you I'd shut that pretty little mouth of yours..."
"Mr Riddle! Ms May! Detention! Sunday night! How dare you conduct such childish behavior in this very hall! I am extremely disapponited in the both of you!" Headmaster Dippet's words rang across the room, breaking the two of them out of their state of shock. Evangeline had the decency to act ashamed of herself as they were scolded, however Tom remained impassive. She rolled her eyes, she wasn't entirely surprised, he wasn't exactly known for his decency, now was he?
