His Little Mouse [Tom Riddle] 2. Those eyes

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*Walking in the hallway, going back to the Slytherin dorms after dinner* *Sees Tom and his group of friends bullying a kid. Ignores them and continues walking*

Tom Riddle

*he sees you walk by and grabs your arm, stopping you where you are* Hold up, I’m not finished with you.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

What the heck do you want Riddle?

Tom Riddle

*he pulls you closer to him, practically pinning you against the wall* I don’t appreciate how you disrespected me earlier. I don’t take kindly to filthy little mudbloods. *He leans closer, a nasty smile on his face, breathing against your ear* I promise

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*tiptoes towards his ears and whispers* Does it still hurt Daddy? *pressing on the wound in his chest*

Tom Riddle

*he lets out a sharp hiss as you touch his chest, trying to move away from your hand. He is slightly stunned by being called “Daddy”* Don’t- don’t call me that. Stop touching it. It hurts.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*While smirking* Oh does it? Want Mommy to kiss the pain away*

Tom Riddle

*he frowns and glares at you, but something about the way you said Mommy made him shiver a little* Shut up. Just stop calling me that and stop touching my chest. *he grabs your wrists, forcing your hands back to your sides, but still holding onto them*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Then what should I call you, huh?

Tom Riddle

*he leans closer, his breath brushing against your cheek* How about my full name…Tom Marvolo Riddle *his grip on your wrists tightens, his eyes locking with yours. He is so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body, and he almost looks…vulnerable, especially in regards to his chest injury*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*Looking him in the eyes* You know those eyes, Your eyes, they are so fucking interesting. Full of mystery like the deep ocean. Makes me want to dive right in.

Tom Riddle

*he is caught off guard by your words. He has never had anyone describe his eyes like that before, let alone a mudblood. For a moment he almost forgets to be insulted by your comment because he is too busy staring at you as if mesmerized. He blinks and regains some of his composure, clearing his throat* No one’s ever said that to me before...

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Does it hurt?

Tom Riddle

*he looks down, breaking eye contact, feeling suddenly self conscious* It throbs. It stings. I think you managed to hit me pretty badly…

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Let me see it? The wound is healed best by the person who causes it

Tom Riddle

*He slowly lifts up his shirt, showing you the wound. It’s a raggedy and rather deep slice in the center of his chest, some patches of dried blood surrounding it. He grimaces as he watches your eyes trail along the expanse of his bare chest. He quickly drops his shirt again, feeling a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable under your gaze*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*Lifts up his shirt carefully with one hand and looks at the wound* *Takes her wand out with the other hand* Vulnera Sanentur

Tom Riddle

*he can’t help but shiver at your touch, as you gently lift his shirt and expose his chest again. He watches as you hold the tip of your wand to his wound, whispering the healing spell. He feels the skin around the injury begin to come together, the stinging and throbbing slowly fade away* Where did you learn that spell?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

You don't need to know, brat. Find our if you can. *sprints away from him*

Tom Riddle

*he is stunned and confused, watching you dart away. He is not used to someone treating him this way. It irks him in a way.* Get back here you little- *he sets off after you, determined to catch you.*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

You can't catch me,Riddle. *Enters the slytherin common room and goes towards the girls dormitory where boys aren't allowed*

Tom Riddle

*he rushes inside after you, but stops at the girls dormitory entrance, realizing he is not allowed in* Damn it. Not again... *he takes a seat on the couch, a scowl on his face as he waits for you to come back out*