A/N:

This will be the last chapter for November.

I hope that Tom doesn't come off as too soft,I was still fangirling about the last two chapters. XD

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"The Serpent's Teeth"
(A Tom Riddle love story)

30th November 1944
Saturday

Warm.
Pleasantly warm.
I snuggle closer to my pillow.
Warm, soft and it smells nice.

I'm feeling way to comfortable to get up just yet.
I would much rather go back to sleep.

I wrap my arm around my pillow.
I must have stolen Toms blanket and wrapped my legs around it.

It doesn't matter.

After some time my pillow moves.

Wait a second...

My pillow moved?
Since when do pillows move?

Cautiously I open on eye, then the other, and quickly shut them again.
My heart starts to race uncontrollably in my chest.

This isn't my pillow.
Pillows really don't move.
I'm laying on the chest of a certain Slytherin

Damn.

Since when do I move in my sleep?
Or cuddle on to the person sleeping beside me?

Tom moves slightly under me.

I cautiously open my eyes again and turn my head upwards slowly so that I can see his face.

Startled, I realize that he's awake and is looking down at me.

"Did I wake you?" He asks quietly in a soft voice.

Mmh, I could get used to his morning voice.

"No," I smile and lay my head back on his chest.

"Did I wake you up?"

"No," he shakes his head.

"How long have you been awake?"

"An hour."

Confused, I look at him.

He's been awake for an hour, but is still in bed?
This is more than unusual for Tom Riddle.

"And you didn't get up?"

He's never done this before.

He usually gets up and is either in the bathroom, making tea or ordering breakfast by the time that I wake up.

Why do I always sleep this long when I'm with him?
I usually wake up early.
I still wake up early during the week.

"I couldn't," he replies.

"Why not?" I ask him frowning.

"As soon as I tried to escape from under you, you clung on to me."

"Oh," I turn a deep shade of red

"Sorry," I whisper.

"Is not that bad... If it was necessary, I would have woken you up. "

"Did you sleep well at least, Hazel?"

"Very well indeed," I murmur still slightly red in the face.

"You use the bathroom and I'll start preparing tea?" He Suggests and I nod.

"You'd have to get up and let me get up too," he says.

''I don't want to," I smile at him as cutely possible.

He sighs and lets his head fall back against the pillow.

"Ten more minutes," he tells me and starts to play with my hair strands.

Dreamily, I would have called it if he was any other boy.

Dreamily playing with my hair strands.

Tom seems like he's lost in thought.
Satisfied.

For an outsider, we certainly look like a normal couple after waking up.

The Ten minutes have past five minuets ago according to the clock on the wall, but neither one of us attempts to get up again.

Lost in thought, I run circles on his chest with my finger and he's still playing with my hair.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"
He askes suddenly with such an disinterested tone that it seems almost suspicious.

"No. Would I be here if I did? " I grin up to him without stop to run my fingers on his chest.

"Whit you Gryffindors I never know," he replies.

I laugh softly up at him.
"What do you think of us!"

"Only the best", he returns with a straight face.

"I see."

We have been laying like this just under half an hour and I'm starting to ask myself where the typical Tom Riddle is.

He seems to be in a very good mood today.

I just finished to wash my hands as Tom knocks on the bathroom door.

"Hazel? Breakfast is here. "

"I'm coming," I tell him through the door and with one last look in the mirror, I note that his shirt has a few wrinkles and my hair is falling messily on my shoulders.

My hair.

Yesterday Tom asked me if he could comb my hair.

He asked.

Tom Riddle really took the word 'please' taking in to his mouth.

Tom!

He who normaly only commands people to do things, takes what he wants, he certainly never had to say please to anyone before.

He asked me for permission to comb my hair and before that he tried to take my wishes into consideration.

He sounded worried, when I got goosebumps

Worried.

This had already surprised me yesterday.

I am under his protection.

No Slytherin will insult me or come too close to me otherwise.

He has asked me to trust him.

And he trusts me more than he has ever trusted someone before.

Of course, I still don't know what that means, but still.

Tom.
Tom Riddle.
Lord Voldemort.

Stunned, I shake my head and turn away from my reflection.

The brush is still on Toms' bedside.

He was unusually nice yesterday.
As far as I can tell he's always honest to me.
But not nice.

And he didn't immediately push me away this morning when I woke up, although he usually always pays attention to our physical distance.
He let me lay on him for longer and even played with my hair.

What's wrong with him?

The smell of fresh bread and bacon reashes my nose as soon as I open the bathroom door

Tom is already sitting motionless in his chair and looks at me.

"This smells delicious," I say weakly smiling and grab a plate.

"Tea?"

"With pleasure."

I put a spoonful of honey in to my tea, which Tom hand over to me, cut a bun open, take some bacon and scrambled eggs and put it on my plate.

"Bon appetit," I wish him and bite down on my bun.

"You too," he replies, throwing my full plate a slightly amused look.

"What?" I ask with half my mouth full.

"Nothing," he shakes his head and starts to eat.

"What are we doing this morning?"

"Arithmancy?"

"No, no homework until this afternoon. Can't we do that another time? "

"Wednesday during the free period. Before that, I can't find time during the week. I have found little time for my duties as Head Boy the past days."

"All right," I agree a little disappointed I won't see Tom for three days.

"But what are we doing this morning?"

"Choose something," he says.

Did Tom just tell me to choose something?
Is he feeling alright?

"Can you read to me again?" I ask.

My voice is barley a whisper, an embarrassed blush creeps on to my cheeks and I look to the ground.

"Of course. From the same book as the last time? "

"Yes," I nod and look of relieved.

He didn't laugh at me spitefully.
Thank Merlin.

"Did you like the book that much?"

"Yes," I reply.

I liked how you brought the pictures to life with your voice, kidnapped me in to strange worlds and took me away from there before something terrible could happen.
I felt protected.
Protected by you.
I liked that.
My subconscious screems at him, but he didn't hear it.

"As soon as I'm done with school, I will also do some traveling before I get a job."

"You will find a job quickly, I'm sure of that," I smile at him.

"What do you want to do, Hazel, when you're done with school?"

"For us women, there isn't such a great profession choice, Tom. As such, I can only choose between secretary and nurse if I want good get through life. "

He stays silent for a long time.
"What will you choose?"

I shrug.
"Secretary. I'm bad at watching people suffer. I always feel with them and seek to ease their pain. Sometimes itd possible to do that, but I couldn't bear to watch someone suffering and then die. "

He no longer responds and simply fetches the book from his shelf and bring me a blanket like the last time.

Maybe I gave him something to think.