My life is a Riddle(Tom Riddle falls for a mudblood?!)

Chapter 34 ;P

Heyooo! It's been awhile guys! Hi! How you doin? Good? AWESOME! I had a final exam today for six hours, and the second I got home I decided finish typing up the chapter since tomorrow I will be gone until saturday morning. 

Enough about me and my friggin author's notes(I like to talk;) And let's get started!

Ah and this is dedicated to ashashlove because it was her birthday! Happy late birthday! Sorry I couldn't update on it :(

The song to the right was reccomended so I put it up:D

EnJoY eVeRyOnE!

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“Please don’t do it!” The girl begged, her cries and pleas vibrating against the cruel boy’s ears.

He rolled his eyes. Didn’t she know nothing she said would change her predicament?

He wanted to do it quickly, and leave the atrocious room the second he did. The room was dimly lit. Its walls had been peeling, and the floors were littered with things even he could not place.

The girl had backed up against one of the four walls, her eyes watery and wide with complete fear.

He didn’t take much notice of her physicality. He had come for one reason, and one reason only.

“I would appreciate it if you kept your irritating voice to a minimum volume. Unless you want something more extreme than fear, I’d be glad to grant you that wish.” She choked and attempted to muffle her screeching sobs. She didn’t know what this boy was capable of, but she was certain he was able of many monstrous things.

He had his wand out, wavering it back and forth playfully between his leather-gloved hands.

She didn’t know what he wanted, nor who he was, but she trusted the feeling in her gut enough to know it was going to be something horrendous.

“Who-who are you?” Her voice quivered, her legs trembled. The boy was near her age, and had shown up unexpectedly in front of her out of thin air.

“That isn’t of concern to you at the moment. I wouldn’t be asking such incompetent questions if I were you, and thank Merlin I’m not because you have terrible hair.”

Before she could even raise her wand, it was out her palm and in his. She was then pushed back from an unreal force.

She then realized he was performing enchantments without even speaking them. She knew this was dark magic, more advanced than the average wizard.

The boy tilted his head mockingly. “Is something wrong darling? Your eyes are bulging out of there sockets, and you’re sweating like a pig.”

She couldn’t say her villain was ugly, because he was far from it. If anything, she would of thought him the most beautiful boy she had ever laid eyes upon. His eyes were so shockingly-green, and his face was graced with the nose of a Greek god. His hair held no strand out of place, and was vibrant in color.