Exposing Riddle
Exposing Riddle
summary: reader is in a silly goofy mood and annoys tom out of bored.
y’all idk what this is, its kind of all over but that’s just how i write, enjoy xx <3
you shut your book close, deciding to to a break from the novel. another love triangle, great. it’s all fun and games until she chooses the wrong person. you were a sucker for romantic stories, but it was cliche times like these where you could see where tom was coming from when he’d roast you and your literature selections.
“more garbage i assume.” he startles you, nearly causing the stack to slip from your hands. a knee goes up to instinctively catch them. but tom is quicker, smoothly removing the books from your hands and continues to walk alongside you.
“oh shut it riddle, not everyone gravitates toward expository text covering musty artifacts.” you retort, trying to hide your blushed cheeks. tom gave a small amused smile at your failure, ironically also trying to hide his reaction.
“yo tom” nose buried in the book resting on his slightly bent knees, he hums.
“tom. tommy. tomothy.” you called out hoping for a more interesting response, only to receive the same thing.
curious, you roll onto your back and sit up on the common room sofa, eyeing him.
crisp, ironed straight uniform, polished shoes, and not a curl out of place. of course. even sitting on the carpeted floor, back against the opposing sofa, he looked so elegant and perfect.
a ball of paper hits his forehead and lands onto the page he was reading. with the most blank expression on his face he looks up at you.
“yes?”
“i’m bored” he sighs patiently and returns to his book.
many wondered how the pair of you became friends. he seemed to not like spending much time with other people besides his slytherin boys, but their relationships felt very business like. on rare occasions you wondered the same thing. perhaps it was second year when you jinxed abraxas when he made a remark on toms uniform that was a bit too large on him. you didn’t know tom, and he didn’t know you, but you and malfoy knew each other. your guys’ beef traced back to toddler years when your mother made you play with him while her and narcissa socialized in the tea room.
“that is quite the problem you have on your hands, (y/l/n).” he turns the page in his book. you groan dramatically and an amused smile hides behind the Sacred 28 History book propped up in his lap.
wait a minute.
your eyes furrow.
He was reading that book last thursday, meaning he should have already finished it two days ago.
“didn’t you read that book already?” you almost missed the way his body froze intensely.
“no.” lies.
you can tell by the way he paused.
you slowly rise to your feet and walk over to him. but tom already knows he’s caught and he accepts his fate. sitting on the couch behind him you read a few lines over his shoulder. unlike tom, you were too distracted to realize how close you guys were at that moment.
“she put on her scuffed Converse…the sound of his loud motorcycle engine…- hey this isn’t Sacred 28!” you jump up nearly knocking your knee to the side of your head. you pull the book from his hands and tap your wand on the cover, revealing it’s true title. you turn your head and look at him with your mouth agape.
in shock you don’t know if you want to laugh or be mad.
“tom, i thought you didn’t like my books” you question, crossing your arms over your chest. he looks up at you like a stubborn teenager getting lectured. a funny sight to see.
“i didnt” he says evenly. you wanted to go on about the subject, but you felt that he was already embarrassed.
“anyway, it’s dinner time let’s go” you change the subject offering a hand to help pull him up, though he didn’t need it.
the walk was silent between you two despite the many voices bouncing off the corridor walls. you break the silence.
“okay but team malek or team maverick?”
tom looks at you curiously. nervousness rose in you. too soon?
merlin knows the typical teenage boy ego, and then some, because it was tom.
“maverick of course.”
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Friday 8:46 pm
you: so tom isn't short for anything
tom: I do not believe so.
you: what's your full name then
Friday 8:48 pm
lestrange: how's it going with tommy boy?
you: good, we’re talking rn actually
malfoy: ss? 👀
Friday 8:48 pm
tom: Tom Marvolo Riddle.
you: 1 Image Attached
Friday 8:50 pm
malfoy: hellooo?
lestrange: you think they're sending booty pics or something
you: what no, I literally just sent the screenshot maybe its loading
malfoy: bestie I hate to tell you this
Friday 8:52 pm
tom: I do not understand.
tom riddle is in the hospital wing (t.m.r.)
“no not there,” you hint. avery moves his hand and hovers his quill over another free space on his paper.
“no” moves again.
“nope…no…not there either- you didn’t study your constellations did you?” you confront. the slytherin boy redraws from his mapping and shakes his head shamefully.
“it’s okay, take a look at mine.” you say patiently, digging in your bag. before you can place your parchment on the table, the sound of panting comes into ear shot.
and it gets louder. and louder, and louder. until a flustered malfoy comes to a running halt at the head of your table.
“t…” he exhales, leaning down on his knees. “t-to…” he puts up his pointer finger as he catches his breath.
you and avery look at each other curiously.
“speak, will you?” lestrange pushes impatiently, wanting to get back to his divination assignment.
“tom riddle is in the hospital wing.” he finally says.
“okay and?”
“what? is he okay?”
the two other boys give you a quirked eyebrow. they questioned your reaction, since you “held no concern for the arrogant, stupidly charming prodigy”.
“potions accident,” abraxas addressed your question, ignoring his other housemates’ response, “first year blew up her makeup assignment while he was doing a side project after school.”
at this the other three all gave an equally concerned expression.
that could not be good. for anyone.
“well,” the blonde clapped his hands together. his tone holding a positive tone, a contrast to the news he had just delivered. “you should visit him (y/l/n).”
you rolled your eyes at his mischievousness. you had 99 problems, and apparently asking abraxas malfoy to keep a secret is indeed one of them.
“it’s fairy flu season. the matron won’t let unnecessary visitors in unless you’re escorting someone in.” avery said honestly, earning a not so subtle stomp on the foot by lestrange.
“oh well there you go, looks like i can’t go.” you smile innocently, mentally thanking avery for his obliviousness.
“no, no, i have an idea.” lestrange put down his quill, you and malfoy looking at each other at your friends sudden undivided attention.
“what is it-“ before avery could finish, a fist goes flying and his head whips to the side. a gasp escaped your lips and malfoy’s jaw dropped to the floor.
“there’s your ticket in,” lestrange says shaking his hand. avery sits up revealing a bloody nose that was sure to be broken or at least fractured. “quidditch accident.”
but those two hate each other (t.m.r.)
malfoy: i dee heru
nott: what?
malfoy: i seer herj
nott: english malfoy
malfoy: I SAID I SEE HER
incoming call from nott
abraxas huffed in annoyance and accepted the call. he balanced the phone between his shoulder and ear, immediately bringing both hands back to the broom handle.
“yes?!”
“me-oww someone is in a feisty mood.” the blonde rolled his eyes.
“well it’s kind of hard texting while flying 300 feet in the sky!”
“tsk tsk,” nott tutted, “well, what do you see?”
“umm…” malfoy levitated the binoculars to his eyes. “I see (y/n)….and….AND RIDDLE!” he screamed, nearly dropping both devices.
“what?!” not said equally surprised.
“wait is that malfoy?” lestrange sounded from the background. “didn’t i tell you guys to leave (y/n) alone? if she doesn’t want to study with us she doesn’t want to study with us.”
“so sneaking around with tom riddle is better than hanging out with us?”
“what?! those two hate each other—put the phone on speaker.” lestrange instructs.
“are they dueling or fighting, malfoy? because i will hex that curly headed f…”
but abraxas wasn’t listening. he was too intrigued by the sight of tom and his friend being in the same room not trying to tear each other’s heads off.
“they’re talking…civilly…” he says to himself, squinting into the binoculars. (y/n) said something, and tom seemed to disagree, crossing his arms over his chest.
“talking?” nott asked in confusion, snapping the broom flyer out of his trance.
the (h/c) girl turned away, only for riddle to grab your arm and pull you toward him, connecting your guy’s lips.
“OH MY MERLIN THEYRE KISSING!”
“WHAT?!” but there was no time to elaborate.
an odd sound flew past abraxas’ right ear. then it flew the opposite direction past his left ear. it was the sound of flapping.
it was a bat.
“they’re kissing??!!” his friends exclaimed.
“whaa-“ he swerved on his broom, swatting the animal away. his binoculars dropping in the process making him curse.
“abraxas what is happening?” reinhard asked.
“its…it’s…a bat!” he said in between swats.
the two boys on the other end heard the creatures shrieking, and their friend’s too as a matter of fact.
“it’s pecking at me now!” the boy squealed, trying to sneak a squint at the window again only to find them gone.
“it’s probably the pumpkin pasties in your pocket!” nott spoke loudly over the commotion.
“what?!”
“i put them in your pocket in case you got hungry after practice!” he explained, earning a judgmental look from reinhard.
after what seemed like hours of wrestling, malfoy was finally able to retrieve the pastry and throw it like a frisbee, the bat chasing it like an obedient dog.
letting out a sign in relief, which only lasted for a second, his hand slipped forward causing him to lose balance.
caught off guard, abraxas screamed his way down the 300 feet. his friends on the other end hearing his cry get quieter and louder. quieter and louder, as him and the phone fell in and out of sync. the slytherin began to say his final prayers.
“dear merlin, or sky, or constellations, or whatever my grandparents believe in. i’m sorry i put hair dissolve in avery’s shampoo and for being a shitty quidditch player. please let my parents know i-“
by miracle, malfoys body came to a half before his face could meet the earth. his body levitating inches above the ground.
when he looked up to thank his savior, he was met with an expressionless tom holding his wand out and a disappointed (y/n).
“well hello, tom. come here often?” he grinned, before his body hit the ground with a thud.
voldemort’s villain redemption arc (t.m.r.)
“now say sorry”
“absolutely not.” tom refused, crossing his arms and turning away like a child.
you looked at harry and he shook his head at you like he was saying it was not going to happen.
“tom.” you repeat, giving him one more chance. he turned his head slightly to look at you. then at harry. then at you again.
“alright,” he sighs, putting down his arms in resignation. “i’m sorry for trying to kill you.”
“what am i to be sorry for?” harry said defensively when you looked at him expectedly.
“true true…” you nod, “now hug it out.”
“what?” they say in unison. the one time they have ever been on the same side.
“you heard me”
taking in a breath, swallowing his pride riddle walks up to the boy. he could never say no to you. walking up to an uncomfy looking potter, awkwardly giving him a stiff hug. he gives a robotic pat on the back.
smell my shirt (d.l.m.)
“hey does my shirt smell weird?”
draco gives you a weird look.
“i’m not going to smell y-“
“smell it.” you demand, holding out your collar to him.
“okay.” he flinches, putting down his book. he leans forward to obey your command. after taking in a whiff, he makes a confused face.
“it’s smells fine i dont un-“ but he is interrupted by a kiss planted on his forehead.
he looks up at you as if you shot him.
you smile at him innocently before going back to your reading.