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

5th November 1944
Tuesday

"Tom," I call after him.

We finished the last Transfiguration lesson for the day, and Tom just left the classroom.

He has been ignoring me all day and I'm close to despair.

He hasn't even looked at me.

His disregarding behavior is clearly because of what happened yesterday.

He is afraid.

Afraid of my effect on him.

However, I can't give him the time that he needs to catch himself again.

I can no longer leave him in peace.

I have come this far already.

Also, I don't want to leave him be.

I'm so used to his presence, that I don'tt want to be without him.

Despite his behavior and my knowledge of how he's going to be in the future, I feel comfortable when I'm with him.

"Tom," I whisper again.

I know that he heard me.

It's quiet in the deserted hallway and my whisper cuts through the silence like a whiplash.

"I'm on my way to a meeting with the other prefects."

I walk two steps further towards him.

"What's wrong?" I pretend to be clueless and try to sound as confused as possible.

"Nothing, I just don't have time for you right now.'' Tom answers and stalks off.

I stand there looking at his retreating figure.

This didn't go as I had hoped.

He didn't even turn around as he spoke to me.

It hurts.

But it shouldn't hurt.

Something went incredibly wrong here.

But I won't speak to him before Thursday.

I'll have a valid reason to bother him then, I only got an A ( Acceptable) on my last homework.

I wanted to do my assignment without his help and I went terribly wrong.

So I'll have to ask him for help.

Professor Allen also advised me to seek his help.

And your supposed to listen to your teachers....

Right?