Promised And Kept - Tom Riddle x reader

Part 10 - Constant Dread and Normal People

You knew he meant well, but the fact that you shouldn't go out whenever you pleased made it all the more desirable. That's why you had hoped he wouldn't come back early today. But of course, he had.

"Where are you going?" Tom asked as he noticed you packing your handbag.

"Diagon Alley," you answered curtly, avoiding looking at him directly.

"What for? Let's send Tummy."

"Not necessary. I'm meeting Camille for tea." You made your way to the entrance room.

"Tea?" he asked as he followed you. "You could have just invited her here. We have plenty of tea in the house."

"I know. But we both wanted to go out and Camille gets off work in a bit, so I'm picking her up. We'll have tea and go home. Like normal people, you know?"

"Normal people... Normal people don't get cursed and poisoned every other year."

"Tom." You took your jacket off the hook.

"What?" He grabbed your jacket and hung it back on the coat stand.

"I know you're doing this to keep me safe. But I feel so trapped. I just want an hour or two somewhere that isn't here or at work. I want to feel normal for an afternoon."

He exhaled sharply. "That's impossible until Morfin is in Azkaban, where he belongs."

"Morfin won't try to catch me in a teashop in Diagon Alley amidst hundreds of other people."

"You don't know that."

Not only was he keeping you from meeting Camille on time, his possessive dominance, under the guise of wanting to shield you from harm, slowly but surely brought your blood to a boil. "You took me to his lair not long ago, Tom. The place where he is most likely to be. That's safer than going to London for tea?"

His eyes darkened as he continued to speak every word slowly as if he tried to make it easier to understand. "It's safer because I knew he wasn't there and I was there to protect you."

"So you think I can't protect myself from a Potion's Master, which I soon will be too, who's bad at casting spells, which I am not?"

"You don't know what he's capable of."

"I'm sorry, darling," you said as you took the jacket off the hook again and put it on. "Camille awaits me in a few minutes and I'm not going to stand her up."

"No." He stated it as a matter of fact. As if the decision was his and he had already made it.

"No?" You almost laughed but the air got stuck in your throat when you noticed his expression.

"You're not going anywhere without my permission."

Taken aback for a moment, you swung your bag over your shoulder, turned towards the door and answered, "I don't need your permission."

"I am your husband!"

"Yes! Yes, you are!" you yelled as you turned back around. "But you treat me like your inferior, not like your wife. Do you hear yourself?"

Tom scoffed, then approached you, fury written all over his features until he stopped right in front of you and looked into your eyes through knitted brows. Before he began to speak though, his head was turned to look out the window. "Last week, before I came home from work, when we told Callaghan, Camille and Ben about the MR house, there'd been an incident at work."

What was he going on about now? That was the day he had acted so strangely. You let him continue.

"A boggart from the creature department got loose. Scared a few employees. It took a while for them to catch it."