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

Chapter 23! :D

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"I remember the way he would always look at her, a strange, foreign expression clouding his sharp and calculating eyes in bemusement. He would always treat her differently than the rest of us, a little less menacing, a little less demonic. He had always been the charmer. He had the looks, the brains, and certainly the manipulation and charm. We had all thought highly of him back then, like some sort of extra-terrestrial God, so collected, yet there was a strange formation of chills that would run up your insides every time he opened his lips, the most beautiful and melodic voice filling our ears like a lovely piece of music. You would feel drawn to him, you would always agree with what he said. But I think what drew us closer to him, was the cold and emotionless way he would treat every other living thing, the way he would slice you in half with a smooth glare if you even dared look at him, like he was above us. He would rarely cast smirk, never crack a single, slight smile with anyone.

"But not with her.

"He only held those piercing green eyes for her, whether in annoyance or with a cutting glare, but something about the way he looked at her, it was different than the way he saw most of us, he didn't look at her like she was complete and utter scum, like she was worth the glare, worth the trouble of forming an expression in his flawless features.

"And I never understood it, why she seemed so special to him."

~Anonymous

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Chapter 23

"You're coming, mudblood." He said through clenched teeth, his penetrating eyes still glued to the fading bruise on my neck, making me slightly uncomfortable.

"But I don't want to go!" I pouted childishly, crossing my arms and resisting the urge to stomp my foot on the ground.

He smirked a little but I could still see the anger in his eyes, so professionally hidden, yet so haunting.

"You're coming, and that is final." He said coldly, his gaze having returned to a certain spot on my neck as he balled his pale hands in fists at his sides.

"Why?!" I said in frustration, confused as to why exactly I had to go watch him and Matt fight it out tomorrow, that reason also a mystery to me.

He rolled his eyes and adverted his exotic orbs to my face for a second.

"We need a witness, considering when I beat his arse he'll probably deny it anyway because he's too much of an idiot." I scoffed at his confidence.

"WHEN? Don't you mean IF Tom?" He glared darkly at me, annoyance apparent in his hard eyes.

"Have I told you how much it infuriates me whenever you say my name? Especially in that pathetic, high-pitched and shrill voice." I gasped and defensively covered my mouth, completely offended.

"My voice is NOT shrilly and 'high-pitched!'" I stated protectively. My voice wasn't shrill! Right?

He smirked but let it drop, making me even angrier.

"Why are you two even fighting? I mean, it's understandable you'd two want to fight over me but still.." I said and chuckled a bit at my own cocky statement.

Tom sneered in disgust and began to play with his wand, something that had always tormented me with the way he gracefully moved it between his long and pale fingers, almost hypnotizing.