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House: Ravenclaw
Mother: Take a guess. (Hint: title)
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(Y/n)'s P.O.V
I smiled gently at the bowtruckle who sat on my finger, tilting his head when I sighed. I heard a faint squeak from behind my ear and laughed as another small green creature poked his head out of my (h/l), (h/c) hair, seemingly conversing with the one sitting on my finger.
Seconds later, the two disappeared and I was left alone again, sitting on a tree branch of the ancient tree they inhabited. Yes, I was in the forest, but I didn't care about getting in trouble anymore. I was done, fed up with the way the others treated me. It seemed to them that because I had (h/s) horns and wings like those of a dragon, I deserved to be treated like a circus animal; beaten until I played their game, their way. Isolated so that I didn't eat anyone alive.
My thoughts were interrupted by a chirrup from the same bowtruckle that had been on my finger earlier. He held out a flower as big as himself up to me, which I accepted with a grin.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a little movement in my hair. Honing my senses into the blind spot behind where I saw the movement, I felt my locks being gently pulled back. I glanced down at the clear water underneath me, and beamed at what I saw in my reflection.
A dozen or so bowtruckles were working busily away, braiding colourful wildflowers into my hair. I touched the top of the bowtruckle's head (who was once more on my finger) and mentally thanked him and his friends for the kindness they showed me that nobody else did.
About a half hour passed while I stayed sat on the branch, enjoying the feeling of my (h/l) being braided. My relaxedness was shattered abruptly when I sensed another magical being coming in my direction.
Immediately on guard, I jumped to the ground landing silently as my mother had taught me to. I crept forward a few paces, keeping track of the exact location the being was at. My muscles tensed when the magic vanished without warning.
"What's the half-blood doing out in the forbidden forest, hm?" A voice murmured from behind me at close range.
I held back the yelp of surprise, whipping around with my wand pointed towards the stranger. Only to realize it was no stranger at all. But at the same time, not necessarily a friend either.
Tom Riddle raised an eyebrow, not flinching at my wand which was pointed directly at his chest. I sighed irritably and dropped my arm back to my side, putting it away.
"I could ask you the same thing, Riddle. I know you're a sketchy boy and all, but that doesn't grant you access to the forbidden forest."
One side of his lips twitched mockingly, though his eyes never lost their emotionless stare.
"Don't call me sketchy, you're no less so than me. And why I'm out here is none of your business." He snarled back. So he wanted to play that game did he?
I shrugged, seemingly uninterested and turned on my heel, beginning to return to the Ravenclaw dorms.
"Fine then, none of my business. Fair enough. See you round then, Tommy." No sooner than the words had left my mouth, I was shoved into a tree- hard. Normally emotionless brown eyes held a ferocious rage. I realized that he was holding me against the tree, so I allowed my instincts to take over.
Before he could utter a word, the force of my (w/c) wings threw him off of me, having caught him with his guard down. My (e/c) eyes turned a bloody red, and I crouched down beside him and pressed a knee into his shoulder.
"Having a little trouble there, boy?" I laughed menacingly, noting the shock that flashed over his expression.
"A monster like you could never take me down, (L/n)." Suddenly, his other hand shot out and grabbed my neck with a firm grip. My hands shot up to his, forgetting about his other one that he had now freed. Tom grabbed my wrists and held them together in his free hand, so tightly I thought the bones would break.
"Let...me...go...!" I gasped, fighting for air under his iron grip.
"Who's having a bit of trouble now?" I hissed at him in response to his twisted grin. After an eternity of what was about 15 seconds of staring each other down, he slightly loosened his grip on me. (I desperately heaved as much air into my lungs as I could, should he decide to strangle me again). Riddle seemed satisfied at my sudden submission, and took his hand away from my neck completely.
"Let's try that again now shall we? You know who I am, and I know who you are. The only problems with this are: a. You know more about me than I do you. And b. You're a half blood."
I snorted in response, turning my face away from him. Tom quickly grabbed my chin, forcing my gaze back to him.
"So what? I'm not the one who came and ruined your peaceful moment." I growled at him, his hand tightening around my wrists even more so than before. I thrashed around in an attempt to escape the pain, finally giving up after the Slytherin showed no sign of releasing me.
"What do you want Riddle....?" I sighed, wishing to be back with the bowtruckles.
"Simple. I want you to stop glaring at me every time you see me in the hallways or in classes, and just say what you're thinking to my face. Unless you'd prefer to live the rest of your days at Hogwarts with your tail between your legs." He spoke, mockery tinting his tone of voice. A lightbulb went off in my head. Of course, so that's what this is about.
"Just say that you love me, you damn snake." I practically laughed through my words.
He admitted it just how I thought he would. With his long fingers still on my chin, he kissed me. When he pulled away reluctantly, simultaneously releasing my wrists and face, he smiled. A real, genuine smile. I stopped breathing in shock for half a second, which was somehow enough time for him to dive in again for another kiss.
This one was different though, almost poisonous. His lips desperately glided over mine, hungrily claiming them as his own. Quickly needing to breath I tugged in his sleeve. The second I was able to, he forced my mouth open, cutting me off again. His tongue explored after forcing mine down, making me feel light-headed. Just as I felt myself collapse, Tom caught me under the arms and held me against his body, tenderly kissing my forehead and laughing, teasingly.
Well this'll be interesting, won't it?

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