hey guys. sorry it took so long to update. i was finishing my other story up and starting the sequel. i was really into it and put my full focus on that. but here is chapter five. i hope you guys are liking the story so far! =]

It's over now

What have you done?

I locked myself in my room for the rest of the night, I didn't even bother to go down to dinner. I wouldn't eat anyway so it would have just been a waste. I lay on my bed and stare up into the depths of my canopy. I didn't know how much more of Tom Riddle I could take. He was evil, vile, and twisted along with numerous other unflattering qualities. I hated the man with ever fiber of my being. The wind howled outside my window. I got up from my bed and went to the ledge. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass and exhaled deeply.

I was pretty sure I had gone mental. I allowed Lord Voldemort to invade my mind and now he refused to leave. Ever since he got here, he was on my mind. It was out of anger and hatred for him, of course but still was it any better than being obsessed with his looks like the girls were back when he was actually in school? The wind crashed against my window again, silently answering my unasked question. Voldemort was in my mind, my school, and my living area. I was stuck with him for the time being.

I woke early the next morning, being restricted to my room had made me more tired that I thought it would have and I went to sleep early the night before. I dressed quickly before rushing downstairs and out the portrait hole. I didn't pause to see if Riddle was there, I really didn't care. After last night I didn't want to face him. He said he wished he would have killed me when he had the chance and I agreed with him. I shook my head and let out a frustrated sigh. I'm sure he enjoyed that tremendously.

I went to the Great Hall and sat in the same spot I had occupied the day before. I nibbled on a piece of toast slowly. I had a lot of time to kill before classes started and I didn't want to get there early again and be alone with him. I made one piece of toast last half an hour. I looked to my watch, classes began in fifteen minutes. I was satisfied that I wasted enough time and would not be alone with Riddle so I made my way to the dungeons.

I walked in and found that my intuition was wrong. Voldemort (well small Voldemort) was sitting alone in the classroom with a book in his hands. He didn't look up at me, he simply allowed a crocked grin appear on his face. I crossed my arms and went to sit next to my potions partner. I scooted my chair as far away from him as the table would possible allow. If I went any farther I would be blocking the aisle that led to the front of the classroom. We sat in silence. He read while I tapped my finger on the desk. I remembered from the night before that he didn't like that, so I tried to make it as obnoxious as I could. He didn't make an indication that he noticed what I was doing. This made me mad and I tapped louder. Still no reaction. My fingertips began to hurt from the force of my blows to the table, I reluctantly stopped my tapping.

I heard him let out a chuckle through the deafening silence. I glared at him. He chuckled a little more. "Shut up." I scoffed. He covered his mouth to hide the smile that had appeared there. I was taken aback by this. Riddle didn't smile. He smirked or grinned but nothing was ever a smile. I felt my face soften. He had a nice smile. It held no evil or fury in it. Just something that strangely resembled... amusement. I turned away from him and faced the front. It couldn't be possible that Riddle held some good emotions inside that twisted mind of his. Could it? I shook my head to get the ridiculous thoughts out of my head. Students started entered the classroom in pairs or set of three or four and found their seats.

Slughorn pranced in promptly as the bell signaled. The balding man was pleasant enough until his eyes landed on Riddle. I noticed him do this yesterday but I figured he would have gotten a grip by now. Apparently not. He stuttered a few times before announcing that we would be making another potion for him today. He dismissed us to begin and I went to work gathering the cauldron and boiling some water. I took a step toward the storage cabinet but was stopped by a large, cold hand on my shoulder. I whipped my head around and looked up into the face of Tom Riddle. I rolled my shoulder to get away from his touch. His eyes widened for a second before he snapped his arm down to his side where it rested limply.

"I'll get the ingredients." He announced. I wrinkled my forehead. His face hardened. "You know, I wouldn't like you to mess up and get the wrong things." He added coolly. I rolled my eyes and looked to down at the potions book to read the directions. He brushed past me rather roughly. I glared at his retreating back. I saw that the hand that had touched me was tensed up. He must be disgusted that he had touched a mudblood.

Honestly, how thick could you get? Now that I was completely and utterly enraged I tried to focus on the task at hand. I reread the steps three times to make sure that I understood the procedure. I felt confident in my ability to make this potion without a hitch. Riddle came back a moment later with the things we needed. He placed them on the table in a neat, orderly manner. Good, at least he wasn't a slob. I began to put the different ingredients into the cauldron.

Riddle just sat back and watched me. I looked at him once but all he did was smirk at me. He didn't make it seem like he was going to help. Fine, I didn't need his help anyway. I continued to follow the directions and add ingredients. I could feel his eyes on me. I tried to ignore it but it was too irritating. I absentmindedly let my eyes drift to my partner. His eyes shot to the potion then back to me. I shook my head to regain focus and looked to the potion. I tipped the bottle upright in my hand. I must have been pouring as I watched Riddle. Mentally cursing myself, I peered into the steam. The potion looked around the right color it was supposed to be. Perhaps I didn't mess it up after all. A sigh of relief left my lips. I read over the next step and grabbed a rock like substance that the step instructed to use.

I dropped it into the purplish potions. The liquid began to boil and bubble. Everything that happened next was a blur. Riddle yelled "No!" and tackled me to the ground. I hit my head but not too hard that it hurt for more than a few seconds. Behind him I saw the explosion that came from inside the cauldron. Purple flames flew everywhere, mixed in every few inches were sparks that looked like they came from fireworks. I would have been pretty if it hadn't almost burnt me to death. The fire disappeared and the smoke began to clear. I felt Riddle's weight lift from my body. I looked up and stared him straight in his cold, dark eyes. He was searching my face for something, I couldn't tell what however. His eyes seemed a little warmer than they had a moment ago. Instead of black they looked almost brown. He shook his head before getting off me and allowing me to sit up.

I sat up and leaned against the leg of the table next to ours. Both of us sat there for a while and caught our breaths. "Are you trying to kill yourself?" He asked coolly. I glared at him. All the warmth in his eyes was gone and what was left was... Voldemort. "You cannot mix a moon stone with snake blood! At least not in that proportion! Are you always this incompetent?!" He was shouting at me now. I scoffed before returning to my feet. I brushed my clothes off before going over to the table. The table top was completely destroyed and warped. Slughorn was at my side a second later examining the damage.

"Well Miss. Granger that, I'm sure, was a first for you," He tisked at me before walking away. I let out a sigh. My gaze drifted back to Riddle. He was standing were I had left him with his lips pursed together. I wrinkled my forehead as I took in his appearance.

"You're bleeding," I told him with no emotion in my voice. I touched my forehead to show him where the gash was located on his own where blood was starting to trickle down the side of his face. He reached up and winced when he made contact with the cut. He lowered his hand and gazed at the blood. He let a sharp breath out through his lips like his injury was just a nuisance. Slughorn saw him doing this and shook his head.

"Miss. Granger, please escort your partner to the Hospital Wing," My head shot in his direction and my eyes narrowed.

"I can get there just fine by myself, Professor," Riddle snapped. Once again Slughon shook his head.

"Redford, you are bleeding a decent amount. If you get light-headed-"

"I won't," He spat back. Slughorn stepped back a step at the pure contempt in Riddle's voice. I was surprised to see that he was still trying to stand his ground. The professor turned his eyes to me.

"Miss. Granger, take him to the Hospital Wing, please," I rolled my eyes and walked out of the room, assuming that Riddle would stop being so stubborn and just follow me there. I heard the door slam a few seconds later. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that his steps were quickening until he overpassed me. He walked a few steps ahead of me for a few more corridors. We came to the changing staircase and waited for the stairs to go to the correct floor. The stairs eventually made it to us and we started the clime up. The Hospital Wing was still three, long corridors away so the walk would take us about ten more minutes. I hoped it would feel shorter than that.

Riddle stopped walking abruptly and I almost ran into his back. I watched as he stood there. He began to wobble from side to side. His legs collapsed and he his body began to fall to the floor. My instinctual reflexes kicked in and I caught his around his torso before he hit the hard marble. I fell to ground with him. He landed in my lap and I pushed him off so he was sitting on the floor. Clearly he had lost more blood. I looked to his face and say small rivers of crimson liquid running down his face and neck. Riddle tried to get up but for some reason I restrained him.

"I'm fine," He spat.

"Yeah, that's why you just fainted," I shot back. He only scoffed in response. I looked around trying to see if anyone was around but the hall was deserted. Classes were in session and there were no classrooms around here. He tried to get up again but I pushed his so he was back on the ground. "Just sit for a moment," I told him. He sighed and nodded his head. I helped him scoot over to the wall so he could lean against it. I plopped down next to him. I turned my head to get a better look at his gash, it looked pretty deep. I took off my robe and removed my sweater so I was left in my white oxford. I handed him the sweater and put my robes back on. He held the garment like didn't know what to do with it.

"Put pressure on that gash until you feel good enough to walk again," He made no response, just followed my orders. I leaned my head against the brick wall. Why was I helping Voldemort? I just gave him my sweater to mop up his blood with, what was I thinking? I turned my head to look at him. He had his eyes closed and like myself had his head against the cold wall. At that moment he just looked like a normal kid. Not evil or murderous, just injured and vulnerable. His eyes opened and looked into mine. I quickly withdrew my gaze and instead looked out the window across from us.

"Hey," I heard him say quietly. I turned back to him. His expression was soft and... was it innocent? "Thanks... for the sweater," I thought I had just had a stroke. Did Voldemort just say thank you? Was that even possible? I just nodded my head. More silence.

"Thanks," I swear I heard my voice say but I was positive I wasn't talking, I would never say that to Voldemort OR Tom Riddle. "For you know, saving my life and all, I guess," more words came out and it scared me. I didn't know what was going on or why I was thanking the man that killed my friends.

"You are welcome," He told me softly. He closed his eyes again. We sat in silence for a while longer. He stood up suddenly. I took it he was ok to walk now. I stood up and headed toward the Hospital Wing. He caught up with me again, Riddle still held the sweater to his forehead.

"You know, I still hate you, right?" I asked him. "Just because you saved me doesn't mean you're still not completely vile, cruel, horrible-"

"Yeah, I get it," He snarled. "Nothing has changed," He growled slowly. He sped up again, this time he didn't stay close. I watched his retreating back as he went around the final turn and disappeared into the Hospital Wing leaving me alone with my confusion.

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