His ( A Tom Riddle Love Story)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Chapter 11

Tom's POV

One Week Later:

I watched as Cindria walked into the Common Room limping and with her hair messed up. It took everything inside of me not to run and take her into my arms or to go and kill whoever did this to her.

But I couldn't, all because of what happened last week.

Last week, after comforting Cindria for an hour, she fell asleep and I let her stay over, I didn't want to return her back to her room. I couldn't wait to get my hands on that bastard who thought he could put his hands on Cindria.

The next day I was in the Library and Cindria decided that she would go to the Great Hall to get something to eat.

She ran into my followers and that's when Malfoy decided to ask the stupid question of whether Cindria was a Half-blood or Pureblood. She didn't know what he was talking about so she decided to go with saying none, so they figured out that she was Muggle-born.

They dragged her back to me and told me her blood status and I was forced to tell Cindria not to bother me anymore.

I was hoping something like this would die down but in the end, it spread quickly around the whole entire school and now they're treating Cindria like gum on the back of their shoe.

I didn't care what Cindria's blood status was, but if I was going to rise to power then I'd have to sacrifice not being around Cindria for a little while so that I could start with making my Horcruxes.

I'd get back to Cindria in a little and we could go back how we were.

But right now, it seems much harder than I thought.

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Another week passed by and I had managed to figure out how I would make a Horcrux. I didn't see much of Cindria and I was beginning to get worried. I walked down the corridors in a hurry, searching for her, hoping to at least get a glimpse of her to see if she was okay.

"Hey! Riddle!" I heard someone shout from behind me and I turned to see Charles Potter from Gryffindor running towards.

What in Salazar's name did he want with me?

He grabbed me by my shirt and I looked at him wondering if he was insane.

"It's all your fault on what's happening to Cindria! God, I can't believe you're so arrogant to the fact that you can let someone like her go just because of her blood status!" He spat at my face.

I glared at him and threw his hands away from me; I didn't need to hear this from some busybody i***t like Potter.

"Where is she?" I asked glaring at him.

"Oh, you wanna know? Now why-" He started but then I pushed him against the wall.

"I asked where the hell is she?!" I snarled in his face.

"In our common room, one of my friends are treating her wounds," He said glaring back.

"Listen closely you piece of vermin, I want you to bring Cindria to me in less than 2 minutes to the empty classroom down the corridor next to the transfiguration room or something you don't want to happen will happen," I hissed threateningly.

Potter's body stiffened and nod his head slowly. I dropped him from the wall and he walked towards the Gryffindor common room in a hurry.

I walked down towards the empty room and waited impatiently as I tapped my foot in annoyance.

What was taking him so long?

Once I heard the footsteps of somebody coming, I turned towards the door and I almost choked on air. There stood Cindria with a black eye and small cuts on her face.

I could feel my face losing it's impassive look when I saw how pained Cindria looked.

"Tom? Is it true? Did you really ask for Charles to come and get me?" She asked in her cracked voice. I walked over to where she stood and took her into my arms away from Potter.

He slowly crept out of the room while closing the door and disappeared as if he was never there.

"Oh god, I didn't think it would be this bad," I whispered while holding her body close to me.

She was shivering.

"Tom do you hate me?" she asked while holding onto my shirt tightly. My heart clenched uncomfortably and I let out a ragged breath of air.

"Of course I don't. I'm known for hating muggles and muggle-borns, though you may be a muggle-born I don't hate you in the least. You're ...different." I said while rubbing the back of her hair.

I moved her on my chest a bit and raised her head so that she could look at me.

Her innocent blue eyes gazed at me and I couldn't believe that I allowed myself to let go of her for more than a week.

Was I losing my sanity?

I promised I wouldn't let her out of sight and here I let this kind of thing happen.

It would never happen again.

Cindria was mine.

"You're half-blood. Okay? You don't know whether if your parents weren't witches and wizards. You're half-blood and if anybody asks then you will tell them that, understood?" I said while gripping her shoulders tightly.

She nodded her head and I sighed in relief before hugging her to my chest.

Never would I let her go.

Ever again.

I lifted her chin up with my thumb and her red small lips parted a bit as she stared at me with trusting eyes. I bent down towards her, closing my eyes at the same time, and I kissed her.

Her body molded into mine and her hands wrapped themselves around my neck, pulling me closer. She was sweet and desirable that I couldn't get enough. I snaked my arms around her waist and let my body warm her shivering one.

I broke the kiss and rested my head on her forehead.

"You're mine," I whispered and I smiled a little bit when she nodded.

I pressed my lips to hers once again.

Cindria's POV:

A few days have passed from when Tom started talking to me again and I became his girlfriend.

A lot of things came out of this; nobody dared to hurt me, I was happy, people respected me and didn't dare look me in the eye in fear of getting hurt by Tom, and Tom didn't let me out of his sight.

Tom became 10x more possessive and hostile towards people and wouldn't let me go anywhere without him. He even started art class, just so that he wouldn't have to leave me alone.

Though the only thing he did in art class was just study and occasionally glare at people who dared to look at me.

Did I like this?

No.

Was I going to complain?

No.

The past two weeks where Tom ignored me was put on the list of one of my most terrible experiences. With Tom ignoring me, the Slytherin students who hated me were free to treat me however they liked.

Was I angry with Tom for doing this?

Not really.

I was just happy that he didn't hate me and no longer ignored me.

This experience helped me realize that I took Tom for granted and that I should really appreciate someone like him.

Was our love relationship going anywhere? Well, we returned back to our normal routines but with some changes. We would kiss occasionally and whenever Tom was with me, he always had to have some physical contact with me.

Like holding my hand, hugging me from behind, wrapping his arm around my waist, or just holding me in his arms. These actions always made my heart jump out of my chest and get imaginary butterflies to beat the living insides of my stomach.

My magic skills were improving and I figured out that I'm actually really good in transfiguration.

Maybe it's because of Professor Dumbledore.

Currently, it was almost time for Christmas and I was excited because this was the first Christmas I would be having with Tom after years.

Tom and I were heading down to Hogsmeade, a wizarding village so that Tom could show me all the places he wanted me to see.

First, we stopped at Honeydukes, and I have never in my life seen so much candy.

"Go ahead, take any and how many you want," Tom said while smiling and holding my hand.

"Tom, I coul-" I started but was cut off.

"No matter what you say, I will buy you something so don't waste your breath," he said while wrapping his scarf around my neck and pressing me closer to him.

"You don't even have mittens." He muttered to himself while placing his hands into his pockets and giving me his gloves.

"Tom-" I started but was cut off.

"Save it, you're wearing this no matter what. I don't get cold, quite the opposite actually, " he said while pulling the gloves over my fingers.

I sensed somebody standing behind me and when I looked back, I saw Caleb standing there holding a medium sized basket in his arms. I felt myself choking up and memories of what happened back then flooded my mind. I backed away from him and I could feel Tom wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"It's okay, he can't hurt you. I won't let him touch you," Tom whispered soothingly into my ear. I relaxed against him and turned around, pressing my head into his chest, trying to block out everybody and everything.

"What do you want?" I heard Tom hiss angrily.

"Look, I just want to apologize to Cindria. I don't know what happened that night! Cindria, you have to believe me! I would never do anything like that to you," I heard Caleb say.

"Cindria doesn't care what you have to say. What did I say if I ever saw you come anywhere near her?" Tom said in a deadly calm voice.

"I'm not talking to you," I heard Caleb say and then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I yelled out in shock and trembled in Tom's arms.

Tom growled and pushed me gently aside before pulling out his wand and pointing it Caleb's neck. The store grew silent as everybody turned to look at what was happening, the shopkeeper also stood silent and looked as though he was silently praying that nothing would happen to his store.

I grasped Tom's arm and he looked back at me in confusion.

"Please don't. Can we just leave?" I asked timidly.

Tom looked at me for a minute and looked like he wanted to refuse before putting his wand back into his pocket and grabbing my hand.

"Next time, I won't be so forgiving," Tom said icily and the whole room looked at him in fear.

I smiled apologetically at the owner and let Tom pull me out of the store. I could hear Tom grumbling under his breath and allowed him to steer me to a pub with a sign that read 'Three Broomsticks'.

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