His ( A Tom Riddle Love Story)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Chapter 8

Tom's POV

I stood up from where I was sitting and walked after Cindria. This was the first time she ever yelled at me.

Was it even considered yelling?

For some reason, I didn't find it annoying in the least.

It was endearing.

I walked past the bookshelves to see her leaning against one with her small hands over her eyes. Her small form was shaking and I could sense myself becoming livid.

Cindria doesn't cry that easily, she mostly holds it in and pretends that nothing's wrong.

I walked over to her and grabbed her wrists from her face; she stared back at me with her hurt filled gaze that I knew was caused by someone else.

When we first met, it took me about a few months to figure out how Cindria worked, I mean she was such a complex person.

She was nice to people who were mean to her, forgave everybody that was cruel towards her, and tried to help everybody that made her cry.

I was afraid that she might have had some kind of disorder.

So one time I asked her, why the hell did she have to be nice to people who didn't deserve kindness?

She replied back that instead of hurting people who hurt you, why not be kind to those who hurt you? Of course I never really understood what she meant but I played along with her.

At some point, the words of the harsh kids would get to her, and she would lock herself in her room to deal with it herself.

She wouldn't allow me to see her cry and said that it was her problems.

Of course, I had a problem with that, and I usually had to forcefully open the door or use my magic.

But right now, this was the first time seeing her cry like this after 4 long years. I usually thought crying was messy and was something to be looked down upon, but Cindria managed to still look beautiful while crying.

Beautifully sad that is.

"What's wrong?" I asked while holding her wrists.

She shook her head and refused to answer. That's when you know if it's serious or not. If it weren't serious, then she would have told me a long time ago.

"Did somebody hurt you? Was it Caleb?" I asked quickly now gripping her shoulders.

She shook her head again, and that either meant no or that she didn't want to talk about it.

"Tom, it's nothing really. I was just feeling emotional and I accidentally took it out on you," she lied while trying to smile.

Now I was furious, it angered me that Cindria always tried to find the solution for everybody's problem and then tried to deal with her own problems by herself.

It also infuriates me when she tries to lie to my face when she's hurting. I was lenient about figuring out what happened in the last 4 years that made her so scared, but enough was enough.

"Stop lying to me, no matter what I do or ask, whenever you're sad you'll just lie to me. Forgive me but I have to do this now," I whispered while pulling her closer to me by her waist and resting my head on her forehead.

I looked deep into her blue eyes and began using Legilimency on her.

I knew it would hurt her, but I was only going to look at what happened to her today, and not what happened to her in the last 4 years.

Though I desperately wanted to, I knew she wasn't ready to relieve it.

I watched as she entered her art class, and I grew immediately furious when I saw Caleb.

How dare he put his arm around her?!

I watched as they began painting and the girl started whispering next to her. I thought that maybe Cindria was making friends, but that wasn't the case at all. The girls whispering became harsher and harsher and I could only stare at the girl in disgust.

Does she think anyone will find her attractive with that face and personality?

Cindria took it all in and didn't say a word back, but after the girl continued on Cindria opened her mouth to speak. "If it makes you feel better, Tom doesn't like me in that way."

I knew Cindria still had feelings for me, and I was going to tell her that I felt the same way sooner or later.

This brat continued on and it was obvious that she was jealous.

How dare she say such things to my Cindria?

Once class was over, I thought it was over and I was ready to go beat the stuffing out of some girl before I saw Cindria being shoved against the wall with her canvas in her hand.

That's weird, I didn't see her holding that when-My thoughts were stopped when I saw the group of girls take it from her hands and rip it into two.

I couldn't understand the cruelness of these girls towards Cindria, how dare they treat her like that?!

I watched as they mentally abused her about how she and I were on different social statuses and that she should stop depending on me.

Different social statuses my a--, Cindria came from the same place as me. She never depended on me, if anything she tries not to act like a burden, but she really isn't.

If anything, I want Cindria to depend on me.

These girls were ruining my relationship with Cindria.

I emerged from Cindria's mind and watched as her knees buckled, I grabbed her around the waist and pressed her face into my shoulder where she cried her eyes out.

"Tom, what was that? What did you do?"

"Nothing, I know what happened now, and those girls will suffer."

"What? How did you? Tom, it's okay-"

"Are you stupid? Did you not see what they did to you? They ripped up your canvas and practically mentally abused you! I don't care what you say, those girls will pay for what they did to you!" I said while holding her tight against me.

Why was she sagging a bit?

I looked at her face to see that she was sleeping.

I could only smile a bit before lifting her in my arms and walked back to my table to grab my bag.

I walked out of the library with Cindria in my arms and down to the dungeon room. I was a prefect, so I was allowed to walk up the girl's dormitory steps and lay her down on her bed.

I kissed her head and brushed her bangs out of her eyes. Now it was time for those girls to know what happens to them if they dare mess with the only person that I loved.

A Few Hours Later

"PLEASE STOP!" One of the girls yelled as I tortured her. The other girls who were already tortured lay on the ground unconscious.

These idiotic girls followed me without a doubt into the girl's bathroom, down to the chamber of secrets, and actually had the audacity to laugh at what they did to Cindria.

I punched her unconscious and turned to the last girl, the girl who began it all with Cindria. My hatred for her fueled and I didn't know if she was going to come out of this alive.

Alive maybe. But barely.

"Why're you doing this?" She asked fearfully while backing up against the wall. I smirked evilly and pointed my wand at her.

"Crucio."

She screamed and with my fueling hatred, the spell became stronger and stronger to the point that her eyes rolled back and she was twitching on the floor.

She deserved much more than this.

I continued to torture her until I got bored of her cries and decided to try something else. I entered her head and tortured her by implanting terrible experiences in her head.

This was much more effective because now she was begging for death. Of course, I would grant her that, but it would be mysterious if a couple of girls disappeared in Hogwarts. They'd probably have to close the school until they find them.

But they surely wouldn't miss one girl?

I shook my head and released the girl from the torturous trance. I gripped her hair and stared into her pain-filled eyes, good.

"Obliviate," I whispered and her eyes became unfocused. Whenever she would look at Cindria she would feel this terrible amount of pain. I erased the other girl's minds and gave them the same cursed fate as their ringleader.

Now they wouldn't even dare hurt Cindria ever again.

They all filed out of the Chamber under the imperious curse, and I led them to the Great Hall.

Finally, I can get back to Cindria since everybody else had class and most of the 6 and 7 years were in the library or the Great Hall.

I walked towards the library and found the broken pieces of her canvas. I fixed it with a simple magic spell and didn't bother looking at it. I could look at it later when I give it to Cindria.

I walked to the common room in silence and ran into my followers along the way.

"Riddle! We haven't seen you in a while. You're always too busy with Rowan," Said Malfoy.

I didn't bother remembering names, only last names since most of them came from the same families.

I also didn't like how he spoke about Cindria so easily. But I couldn't let them see how important Cindria was to me or else they'd consider me as weak human.

They'd see her as my weakness, and might use her against me.

"I'll get back to you later," I said while walking past them.

I made my way up the stairs of the girl's dormitory and opened the 6th year door to see Cindria sitting on the window seat.

She turned around and smiled hesitantly.

"Hello, Tom."

I smiled a bit and held out the canvas in her direction. I knew that Cindria could draw but I never knew she could draw something like this.

She looked at the canvas in awe.

"You fixed it? I didn't know it was possible."

"We're in a magical school, everything's possible with magic."

She walked over to me, and instead of taking the canvas from my hands; she stood on her toes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and buried her face into my chest.

"Thank you, Tom," She muttered with her head still on my chest.

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