A/N:
Be warned there is going to be some cursing in this chapter.

Enjoy ;)
Much love
Jamz
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"The Serpent's Teeth"
(A Tom Riddle love story)

6th September 1944

The cloud covered ceiling in the Great Hall spread a gloomy mood at breakfast.

There are a lot less funny, happy, laughing voices to be heard then usual.

No one is willing to let the summer go just yet.

Everyone would prefer to sit by the lake splashing in the water, instead of having to stomp trough the soft mud and rainy weather on their way to the greenhouses.

I start poking around in my scrambled eggs.

James and Casey converse quietly.

Tracey seems to be complaining about something to her brother and Jacklyn gives him repeatedly pitying looks, which he doesn't seem to notice.

Uninterested I push a piece of egg into my mouth and chew it around. I should at least eat something before going to Arithmancy.

"You should also go, Hazel," Tracey's voice pulls me from my thoughts.

Nodding, I rise from the Table and take a quick glance at the Slytherin table, only to find that Riddle and his cronies are gone.

I slowly make my way to my Arithmancy lessons, or torture lessons as I like to cal them.

Once inside the classroom I reluctantly I put my homework on the desk.

Doing my homework was a mission... As usual, I got up early and made my way quietly to the library, the day before the lessons to prepare for said class, and to finish my homework.

The whole time I've been cursing Professor Snape out and wished him the dragon pox at his neck.

I really tried to do this properly, but I just couldn't get the correct values.

All the tables look the same to me!

How am I supposed to keep this farce upright?

I'm supposed to be an exemplary model student.

My quill scratches across the parchment in line with my fellow classmates, the only difference between me and them is that what they are writing makes sense.

"What class do you have next Hazel?" Bell inquires with a cheerful smile.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," I reply after looking at my schedule.

"Have fun," she grins, picks her bag up and leaves the classroom.

All of a sudden, I realize that I am once again alone with my beloved Slytherin classmates and I don't assume that Riddle will help me out of trouble this time.

The last time that he helped me was probably his good deed for the week.

After all, he's a Slytherin and therefore not any better than the others.

He is also the future Lord Voldemort, therefore he is worse, or rather more cruel and cunning then his fellow Slytherins.

The latter gives me a little hope.

He will probably be smart enough to know that it won't necessarily do him any good when his so called friends rape a classmate and he has only seen it or knew about it without doing anything about it.

"Look at the little Gryffindor all alone ... Don't you have any friends who can take it to be around you any more than necessary?" Mulcibers mockingly sweet voice penetrates my ear, I immediately stiffen my muscles and my senses seem to intensify.

The touch of his fingertips ?on my chin when he raises my head in such a way that I must look at his suggestive grin burns like acid on my skin.

I stare angrily at him.

Don't show any weakness, Hazel!, I tell myself.

"But don't worry, honey. I'll gladly take ''care'' of you. A little fun can't hurt, am I right, my dear?"

He breathes against me.

Abruptly, I release my head from his touch.

"Get lost Mulciber. There must be something wrong with your brain! I'd rather eat Hippogriff penises then to suck your dick!" I say to him furiously and for the fraction of a second his face becomes distorted in to a furious mask, before he smiles slyly again.

"I'll show you what's good for you and what isn't," he snarls and leaves the classroom followed by his friends.

Malfoy at least has the decency not to pick on me like the other snakes.

I get drawn in to Riddles black eyes as soon as I look up.

I didn't even notice that he didn't leave the class room.

Like two daggers his look penetrates me to the core.

Unable to look away or to move, I just continue to stare at him.

„ You are very vulgar, Gryffindor. Pay attention to your tongue, before it brings you to your downfall", he says with an emotionless voice and expressionless face, before he passes me.

Confused I watch after him.

Still confused I proceed to the next classroom.

The old wooden door makes an awful screeching sound as it closes behind me.

The heads of my class-mates turn to me.

Shyly I smile in the round and murmur an excuse.

"It's all right, miss. Please take a seat so I can continue with my teaching'' professor Motesfont briefly directs her request to me, and turns her back to the class again to finish writing the rest of the tasks on the black board.

Obediently I sink in to my seat, open my bag and take out everything that I'll need for the hour.

At least I can score some points and prove my skill in this subject.

While I copy the notes from the blackboard, my eyes wander over to Riddle.

What did he mean by that?

Just because I wasn't nice to Mulciber?

Because he thinks that my word choice is vulgar?

Well my way of speaking is probably consider vulgar in this decade.

Sighing, I put my quill on my desk.

Riddles, nothing but riddles.

The boy is a complete mystery!

He really lives up to his name.

The rest of the lessons pas uneventful by me.

I try t capture Tom's view more then once, but it was all in vain.

He even ignored me during Ancient Runes.

I ask myself if he's really that arrogant.

I seem to be like air to him.

Well not even air, he needs air to survive, he doesn't need me at all.

During our free time that we use to do homework in the library I sit two tables away from him with Tracey and Jacklyn, but he doesn't even look at me when I'm passing by his table to get a book on the proper use of Twohorn horns.

Frustrating, clearly frustrating.

The only ray of hope, which remains for me, is that the school year has only started one week ago and for this short time and his rejecting behaviour, and negative attitude toward his fellow people, I have made some relatively good progress.