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Chapter 12

Tom arrived to the Tower promptly on time, expecting to see her as well. Everyone came to his meetings on time, as they knew what would happen if they didn't. But this girl seemed to think it was acceptable to turn up late, and it wasn't. Surely she should be early, seeing as this had been her idea.

Her name was Amelia Clearwater,and she was some stuck up Pureblood. Abraxas had been surprisingly helpful on the subject, already knowing and informing Tom about her. Tom didn't know why Abraxas gave a shit to be honest, there was no point in cluttering your mind with pointless information. He would forget about her tomorrow.

Just as Tom was considering to leave, she walked in smiling brightly.

"You came," she said, smiling up at him, her eyelashes now coating with a think layer of gunk.

"Your late," Tom stated flatly, making his annoyance painfully obvious.

"Well, I wasn't sure you were going to show up, and I didn't want to look desperate," she said, trying to defend herself, in an annoying high-pitched squeal.

"I don't like it when people are late," he replied glaring at her. If he was meeting Granger instead of Clearwater she would be telling him to get over it. But he wasn't meeting Granger.

"I'm sorry Tom, maybe I can make it up to you," she said to him, twiddling her hair around her finger. He hated how she called him by his first name, no-one did. He didn't want it to be over used.

At first, Tom didn't realize what she meant, but he got the hint when she closed her eyes and leaned forward. Her lips had been dampened by her tongue, which darted out and swiped his lips as well. Hands were being tangled through his hair, and he placed his palm against her cheek. Like he had done to Granger. Only it didn't feel the same.

He felt nothing as her lips danced across his,while her chest pressed tighter into him.
Slowly, he moved his hands down to the dip of her waist and held her there, nipping at her lips with his teeth. It seemed to come naturally, but it was also disappointing. She was good, she knew when to moan into his lips or when to pull his hair. She knew how to move her lips, unlike someone else he knew. But even that fail of a kiss seem to mean more to him than this one, which was getting more and more boring.

"Tom," Clearwater breathed out, as Tom begin pressing his lips against her neck. He hummed in response, showing he was listening.

"Does this mean were together?" her voice was so desperate it was sad, and the silence that followed seemed to suffocate her. His lips stopped, and he pressed his forehead against hers.

"No, this is just for tonight," he said softly, knowing that if he wasnt careful, she would probably start crying. He could even see the tears start to form in her eyes as she nodded, still gazing at him with her eyes opened wide. She was pathetic.

Softly, he pressed his lips against hers, wanting to feel the pressure of someone elses lips against his again. She happily kissed him back, letting him use her for however long he liked.


Abraxas knocked on Riddles door, hoping he would be back by now. It was 3 in the morning.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Riddle asked as he yanked the door open.

"What do you think I want? Tell me how was it then," Abraxas slurred. It was then that Riddle realized that Malfoy was under the influence on alcohol, seeing as he had to lean against the door frame to stand up straight. He might as well talk to him, seeing as Abraxas would forget most of it in the morning.

"It was fine, we did what you probably think we did, and it was...nice."

"You did it?" Malfoy's eyes widened as he stared at Riddle in shock. The boy was better than him if he managed it on the first day he met the girl, in the Astronomy tower.

"No, we just kissed, I obviously stopped her when her hands tried to wonder," Tom said, rolling his eyes at Malfoy, who had begun to laugh.

"Mate, are you gay? Stopped her hands...Why the fuck would you do that?" he choked between the pants of laughter.

"Fuck off."

"So are you going to stop with the Granger shit?" the mention of her stopped Tom, causing him to whirl round and face Malfoy.

"whats the Granger shit?" Tom asked, stressing out the words.

"Well, are you going to stop with the possessive shit now that you found someone new?" Malfoy asked, stretching himself out on to the sofa. Alcohol really seemed to "loosen" him up.

"I'm not possessive," Tom started but was interrupted by Malfoy.

"Bullshit."

"Malfoy,"Riddle gritted out from his teeth, warning Abraxas with his eyes to stop. But he obviously didn't get the hint, sitting up on the sofa to carry on his point.

"You wont let anyone talk to her, whats that all about? It's like you want her all for yourself, but if you're not going to use her right then just give it up. She's hot, I'll have her," Malfoy said, bursting out into fits of laughter. Tom was less than amused, staring darkly at him. He would never give Granger up, as she was always going to be his.

"Get out," Tom growled at him, and watched as Malfoy shakily got up, and wobbled over to the would pay tomorrow.

But Malfoy leaving didn't stop the questions from running through Tom's mind. It wasn't possessive, was it? And yes, he didn't let anyone talk to her, but that was to ruin her stupid stuck up act, not because he wanted her for himself. But if he believed that, then why did he think of her as his? Why was she the face running through his mind today while he kissed another girl?


Throughout the whole of breakfast Hermione had to listen to Clearwater gushing about "how soft his lips were" and "how caring he was". It was putting her of her appetite listening to how much she went on about him. Hermione didn't feel any need to know what he tasted like or how long they kissed for. Plus, the girls seemed to keep giving her looks, as if she really cared.

It was as if God had entered the room as Riddle approached his place on the Slytherin table. Giggles erupted from the girls sitting next to her, as their eyes followed him closely. Hermione was the only girl not googling him with her eyes, and instead was jabbing her food on her plate.

"So," a girl said to Hermione, causing her to gaze up. It was one of Clearwater's gang, and she had that look in her eyes that meant trouble.

"Yes?" Hermione replied, lifting an eyebrow up at her.

"Whats it like knowing the guy you've obsessed after doesn't want you?" she said, a smirk of triumph plastered over her face. Hermione found it hard not to just slap the stupid bitches face, but she didn't think that would go down well. She felt her blood boiling beneath her skin, and her hands clenched up tightly.

"Why would I be obsessed with him? I'm already fucking engaged," she hissed, loud enough for most the people around her to burst into a fit of whispers. She shouldn't have said that, she didn't want anyone to find out.

"Your what?" squealed the girl, but Hermione was already fast pacing out. Shit she thought to herself, how was she going to get out of this one?

Tom watched Granger as she quickly walked out of the hall, his eyes darkening and his heart pumping faster. So this was what she meant when she had told him she belonged to someone else. No, he thought, she was lying. She was not engaged, she couldn't be. He would kill him.

He didn't know that he already had...