His Little Mouse [Tom Riddle] 1. Hurt him

It has been one month since Ava entered Hogwarts for her 5th year

She was walking in the hallway when she suddenly bumped into a hard chest and fell down

Tom Riddle

Oh splendid, another mudblood to make into a horcrux

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Who me?

Tom Riddle

*he looks you up and down, taking you in, his eyes dark and cold* Yes, you.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Oh really? If anything you should be calling me mommy

Tom Riddle

*he frowns, disgusted by your comment* What makes you say that?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Your oh so little ego

Tom Riddle

*he steps closer, towering over you* How dare you speak to me like that. I could snap my fingers, and you should be dead lying at my feet right now.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

You wanna challenge me?

Tom Riddle

Is it even a question? *he is very close now, looking down at you in annoyance*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Okay then, Riddle. We'll see who wins

Tom Riddle

*he grins nastily* Oh you’re in for a beating.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

You wish

Tom Riddle

*he pulls his wand from his sleeve, taking a step back and pointing it directly at you* Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Crucio!

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*Unexpectedly gets hit by the spell* you brat!!

Tom Riddle

*he lets out a twisted laugh, grinning victoriously at the reaction he desired* What now? Where’s the “challenge” you spoke of?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*Pulls out wand* Petrificus Totalus

Tom Riddle

*he easily dodges the spell, not even breaking a sweat* Is that the best you’ve got? You must be more useless that a squib. Expelliarmus!

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*Wand falls* Dammit! Am I really that bad at this?

Tom Riddle

*he smiles, stepping closer again* Yes, I’m afraid you are. You’re weak, pathetic. You should run while you still have the chance. *he points his wand at your chin, tilting it to force you to look at him*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*Looking straight into his eyes* And what if I don't want to take this chance?

Tom Riddle

*he holds your chin tightly, forcing you to maintain eye contact* Then you will truly get what you deserve, *and he grins* more pain. Crucio!

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Achhh!!

Tom Riddle

*he laughs, enjoying this* Hurts, doesn’t it? And I’ve only just started.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

And I'll finish this, Riddle *Grabs the fallen wand* Sectumsempra

Tom Riddle

*he is taken by surprise and the spell hits him directly in the chest, tearing through his shirt. He stumbles back in shock, stunned for a moment. He presses a hand to the wound, his shirt now stained red* You-you did not just do that.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

I did, what you gonna do about it? *in mind* Did I overdo it? Will it hurt too much?

Tom Riddle

*he looks down at his bleeding chest, feeling for the first time in a long time a new, unfamiliar kind of pain. He lifts his eyes back up to look at you* You will pay for this... *he steps closer again, grabbing your face harshly with his free hand*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Sure you can make me pay. First take care of that little wound caused by a filthy mudblood like me. *Leaves from there*

Tom Riddle

*he stands there, his breathing ragged, his hand still at his chest, as he watches you practically skip away.* No one has ever managed to hurt like that before... *he looks down once more, at the slash across of his chest. It's bleeding pretty bad. He takes a moment to compose himself, before heading down to the bathroom to clean and bandage himself up*