The One with the Snake

Requested; -myapplejuice

Just Tom Marvolo Riddle.
That's it, just Imagine him!

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𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑽𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒓 𝑺𝒍𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏!
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𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐; 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 - 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎 - 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍; "𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝."

      𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢:

You sit in the library - as always - with your nose stuck in a divination book. You write down the information you need and  start with your essay - two feet straight. Thanks to professor Trelawney.
     As concentrated as you were, you didn't hear that someone was trying to pull your attention.
     The book is pulled away by the one who wanted your attention. "Pe-channas, man ceril?" you react irritated. {Idiot, what are you doing?} "I beg your pardon?" a cold voice speaks. You look at the intruder, noticing that he is taken back.
     "I am using that book," you fire. "I need that book, it's the last copy," the boy - none other that Tom Riddle - spat. "You can use it as soon as I'm done, pe-channas," you scoff. {Idiot}

"No one talks to me like that!" the fifth year prefect clenches his jaw and balding his fists. "Do you know who I am?" he spat. You look up - once again, "yes. You're Tom Riddle."
     A smirk graced his lips. "Good, and who might this girl be and talks in another language?" that last part sounded pretty annoyed. 'Because he doesn't know which language,' you thought and a smile appeared on your lips.
     "They call me Tauriel, like always," you say. You catch Riddle starring at you, "it is the eyes, isn't it?" you question. You had pulled him out of his trance, "what? Pff, no way," he scoffs. 'Nobody has ever tried to talk to me like that!' Tom thought, 'yet, those emerald eyes...'

"As long as you were in your train of thoughts, I'm done with the book. So, it's all yours," you faked a smile and shove it to him.
     You grabbed your bag and left the library - leaving the Slytherin prefect stunned behind.

     "Oh, I'm not done with you, Tauriel," he says and a smirk graces his lips - once again. With the divination book under his arm, Tom headed back to the dungeons. 'I will find out who and what you are,' once again, a smirk appears on his handsome face.

You enter the Great Hall for dinner. You catch some people starring at you, the headmaster is one of them.
     You smile warmly at him, always enjoying that sparkle in his eyes. He returns a smile.
     "Hi, Tauriel," a voice caught your attention. You look at the source, seeing your fellow housemate. Seavey. Daniel Seavey. "Hi, Daniel," you smile.
     "How are you?" he asks when loading his plate with food. "I'm good, how about you?" "Glad you asked," he laughs and he starts his story. "Bloody Hell, you fell asleep? On the train? On someone?" you giggle. He nods, "yes, it was a girl, who didn't mind. She told me that she had fallen asleep on my head,"
     "Well, that sounds cute." "How is your love life going?" Daniel asks curiously, causing you to choke in your drink. "I - er - I'm not really looking for something," you make up. "Uhu, and that Slytherin prefect. Over there?" He points at Riddle, who is starring at you with a mischievous grin.
     You started to stutter, got red, Daniel got all excited and teased you.

Tom's POV

I sit at the Slytherin table - for dinner. I notice a certain girl, entering the hall. A red haired, green eyed Ravenclaw.
     I followed her to her table, seeing that a boy with white hair is greeting her. My jaw clenched when I see her laugh to that brat. My balden fist landed on the table, causing to draw some attention.
     I looked at her, the whole time. At some point I see her choking in her drink, that brat and her are looking at me. I smirked when she looked at me.

After dinner I go back to the library. 'Man ceril?' {What are you doing} I repeat the sentence over and over again.
     I browse through a Transfiguration book. "Werewolves, vampires, animagi, metaphormagus," I read, "elves." It caught my attention.
     "So, Tauriel. If this is true, you're an elf," I smirk. I read some interesting things about Elves, like they are very light-footed.

End Tom POV

You walk back to your common room - curfew has already started. Someone grabs your arm and pins you to a wall. You groan in surprise.
     You open your eyes to see a certain Slytherin prefect. "What are you doing after curfew, Tauriel?" his cold voice asks. Hearing your name rolling off his tongue, makes your knees weaken.
     You looked at him in his chocolate brown eyes and he met your emerald green eyes. He somehow lost his concentration. "Answer the question," he spoke less cold than usual.
     "I - er - I was walking back to common room, but I lost track about time," you explain.

Now you notice how close Tom is. His left arm is above your head, his right hand next to your head, and his body assured you that you are trapped. By Tom - nothing else - just Tom freaking Riddle.
     Trapped between two walls. The only difference between these walls, is that one of them is breathing.
     "Getting a little nervous?" he smirks, closing - if possible - the gap between you. You didn't know where to look, so you looked at his chest.
     Tom forces you to look at him, to cross his eyes. "Im gurth," you mumble. {I am death} 'Salazar, that sounds beautiful,' Tom thought. A shiver sent down his spine. 'What is happening?'

"I saw you with that Ravenclaw brat at dinner," he grits his teeth. "Yes? And?" you ask confused. "Those green eyes and your mysterious language belong to me and only to me." His face's so close that you're breathing the same air.
     Before you can say something, Tom's lips brushes yours. He had laid his right on your waist, pulling you closer. (There's literally no air between you, I swear haha). Your arms have found its way around his neck. Playing with his black curls.
     Tom lets out a groan when he has a lack of oxygen. "What are you?" he asks. "Im edhel," you answer, not knowing what you just said. {I am an Elf}. You let out gasp when your mind found out what you just said.

Tom shoves some of hair to reveal your ears. A smirk graced his lips when he saw the pointy elf ears.
     "Tauriel is an edhel," Tom says. The way he said 'edhel' caused you to almost collapse. "How?" you ask surprised.
     "You, Tauriel nîn, were a mystery. A mystery I liked to solve," he smirks. After that, he kissed you once again - with more fierce.

Tom didn't leave you alone - marking his territory. People got suspicious - 'are those two together?' a question was asked many students nor professors.
     He was always the dominant one, even though you were one time more dominant than him. He liked it, but he wanted control. He liked the power.
Balrog. A demon of might.

One day, you noticed that Tom hasn't been around you. It felt lonely - no - odd. You went looking for him, everywhere but couldn't find him.
     You went to the last boy's lavatory, seeing that water is everywhere. You smell blood as well. You quickened your pace, hoping it wasn't Tom.

You let out a soft cry when you Tom lying there, groaning and cursing. "Goheno nin," Tom apologies, flinching. {Forgive me}.
     You look at the wound. You press your hands on the wound, causing Tom to groan even more. You look at Tom's vulnerable face.

"Menno o nin na hon. i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth," you repeated this couple of times before Tom calmed down. {May the blessing that was given to me, be sent from me to him, may he be released from death}.
     "Gi melin," Tom says, half asleep. You froze in your place. "Hîr vuin, Man agóreg?" you ask shocked. {My lord, what did you do?}.

     "Gi melin," Tom repeats, "and I hope she loves me back. Tauriel nîn." "Gellon ned i gelir i chent gîn ned i lelig," you say, causing Tom to laugh. {I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh}. He laughed for the first time, it was a real laugh. 'Salazar, she made me laugh.'
     "Gellon ned i gelir i chent gîn ned i lelig," Tom repeats, causing you to laugh. Your laughs sounds as music to his ears. "Gi melin, Tom. Gi melin," you say. Tom sat up straight, capturing yourself lips with his.

"Gi Melin, Tauriel nîn."
{I love you, my Tauriel}