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

Chapter 12;)

Chapter 12!!

Yay! So chapter 12 has FINALLY arrived if you haven't noticed:) I'm am so very sorry for the OVERLY late update:( I tried to update a few days ago but my laptop wouldn't let me access my saved chapter, so guess what? I RE-WROTE THE WHOLE FRIGGIN THING. Do you see the things I do for you guys?? Well enough about me and my torturing sacrifices. Let's start the chapter:D

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Chapter 12:))

Hello Tom!" The boy named Dolohov turned to me, a wide grin slipping onto his lips.

"And may I ask who this lovely lady is?" I blushed feverishly at his compliment, but Tom seemed extremely annoyed.

"The name's Mudblood, Dolohov. I would advise you to stay away from her.

Dolohov raised his eyebrows, which disappeared into his hairline before he practically skipped toward me, small dimples showing themselves faintly.

"Well then it's nice to meet you Mudblood." He shook my hand with a wink, instantly getting on my good side.

"It's nice to meet you to!" I responded over-exuberantly, eager for someone who didn't completely abhor muggle-borns.

His smile grew wider, and he leaned in slightly.

"What's your REAL name sweetheart, I highly doubt it's mudblood."

I laughed a bit before saying "Aneline. Aneline De'baunare." He nodded before being abruptly pulled back, his grip on my hand vanishing.

A very peeved Tom Riddle stood at his end, holding the collar of Dolohov's neck. "Will you two quit it? I don't have all day." He said as he glared icily at Dolohov, probably debating whether or not or pound his head in.

Dolohov rolled his eyes before speaking. "If you are jealous Tommy, that's sweet and all but sorry mate, I don't really bend that way." He winked again and smirked.

My mouth had already been hanging open freely as I did a double-take.

Did he just.....he.....what the.....oh my Merlin......I'm hungry.....but he......ah!

Did Dolohov just TEASE Tom?! And not to mention he had basically just called him a homosexual....

Tom didn't seemed surprised by Dolohov's brave comment, but merely irritated. Dolohov continued to grin childishly, clearly unconscious of what he just said.

"First of all, I am not gay and next time you open your mouth and decide to be a pain in the arse, I'll make sure you get a nice fist in the face Dolohov." Tom threatened menacingly.

Dolohov sighed, as if bored. "Yeah, yeah." Tom removed his hand from Dolohov's collar and strode over to where the goblin was, frozen and confused on what to do.

"Well open the bloody door!" Mr. Goblin man(my name for him) vehemently nodded and pushed the grand doors open, a gush of air brushing past us as we entered. Without warning, Dolohov looped his arm around mine and skipped to where an old mine cart sat on rails. I internally laughed at his behavior, so careless and free!

Tom had already reached the mine cart before turning to look back at us, his eyes briefly landing on our hooked arms, an unreadable expression crossing his eyes.

Suddenly, I felt bad about holding Dolohov's arms with my own, like it was WRONG. What the hell?

"Why the bloody hell are you doing Dolohov? Who said you could tag along?" He glared at him.