My life is a Riddle(Tom Riddle falls for a mudblood?!)

Chapter 4:)

I instantly shuddered at the thought of feeding it but knew I would be punished if I refused. I chose to leave feeding the devil for last. I began to work on the grand bed and felt his gaze slice me like a carrot.

“What book are you reading?” I suddenly blurted out the first thing that came to mind to break the awkward silence. A crooked smirk flashed across his face. “Dark magic.”

I shuddered, what was he planning on doing with all that knowledge of evil, dark magic? I was awoken from my thoughts when I heard my stomach growl loud and clear enough for Tom to hear. His eyes flashed to my stomach for a second and then back up at me. “When was the last time you ate mudblood?” I raked through my brain, trying to find out the last time I had eaten.

“Erm…I…don’t remember.” I admitted honestly. He scowled at me. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but even filthy muggle-borns have to eat in order to survive.” I rolled my eyes.

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll eat when I’m on my lunch break ok?” I was annoyed at how much he was right. How could I forget I had to eat?

 “Not okay.” He hissed and grabbed a tray full of all different sorts of delicacies placed in fancy plates and silver china. “Here.” He snarled shoving the mouth-watering tray into my arms, making sure his skin didn’t make contact with my own.

“I was going to throw this out anyway, so you have it.” I gaped in shock at him and he just stared back simply with a serious, controlling expression plastered all over his face.

 I nodded my head a furious no and began to return the tray to him. “No I couldn’t, and it wouldn’t be fair to the other servants.” It pained me to give up on such a delicious two-course meal so easily but I was a bit freaked out by his sudden generosity.

He refused to take it back and crossed his arms across his chest. “You should be grateful for my generosity right now, you should take advantage of it while it lasts. Who knows, tomorrow I might wake up and decide I was going to torture someone, or maybe even kill for the matter. This might never happen ever again Aneline. And like I said, I was going to throw it out anyway, so just eat it!” He demanded in frustration.

 I was taken aback when he said my name and I was surprised he had even bothered to remember it, but I took the tray now in my arms afraid of his threatening tone of voice. He seemed satisfied with himself and pointed over to a huge green couch.

“You can eat over there, I don’t want food all over the floor.” I slowly walked and sat on the couch while Tom went back to the chair at his desk. I looked weakly down at the food-fit-for-a-queen, torn on where to begin.

 I finally decided to start out simple and reached for the toast, dipping it in the half-cracked egg in its holder. Tom glanced up at me, studying my every move.

I became a lot more self-conscious and watched the way I ate, making sure nothing dropped onto my uniform or a smudge of butter would be left behind on my lip. All the different flavors seemed to devour me instead of it being the other way around.

Fireworks of different flavor exploded onto my taste buds. I officially stated in my mind this was the best food I ever had. Tom just seemed to glaze his eyes over every tiny move I made, like he was trying to find an excuse if I messed up.

Once I finished I placed the tray of now empty plates on the small coffee table in the middle of the room and jumped back as I heard a thick hiss erupt from something in Tom’s arms.

His lips curled up deviously as my eyes landed on the snake called Nagini in his arms. He lightly stroked the top of its head with his index finger.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten to feed Nagini have you?”

His taunting smirk told me I should be terrified of that satanic-looking serpent. I made a step towards them trying to look brave and hide how afraid I was. ”Of course not, I was simply saving the easiest for the last of my chores.”

He cocked an eyebrow but I could tell he didn’t fully believe me. “Very well, I’ll place her on her tree so you can feed her. There’s a can of food for her on the side of the cage.” He stated with obvious amusement in his voice.

I nodded my head and grabbed the sliver can while Tom easily placed her back onto the tree and hisses began flowing out of her mouth. I had a feeling she was cussing me out in snake language.

I twisted the lid and an unpleasant smell of rotting carcasses greeted me, making my nose scrunch up in disgust. I stood frozen in horror as I spotted a few dead rodents who looked freshly caught were all bunched up together in the jar of unpleasantness.

 I felt bad for those little creatures, they never even had a chance. Lucky for me, I was never scared of rats and rodents. But dead things did freak me out a little. Tom sat in his chair closely next to me, making sure he had a perfect view of everything I did.

His hands were placed together lazily on top of the desk next to where Nagini slithered all over her tree in hisses, her sharp tongue popping out every few seconds in between those hisses.

My eyes desperately ran across the desk and the room, searching for safety gloves or something, but found nothing. As if sensing this, the corners of Tom’s lips curled up.

I unwillingly stuck my hands in the jar and grabbed the tip of a rats tail. Holding it at arms length, I stared questionably at Tom. “Has anyone ever died of doing this?” I asked him weakly. He responded casually.

“Only a few, others have only gotten pretty severe injuries.” I became a lot more terrified after his words. I took a deep breath and inched the dead rat in my hands closer to the menacing snake.

I knew if it attacked me I could do nothing, not even defend myself and hurt it, I noticed how close Tom was to this thing and I knew if I did anything to it, I would die at his hands.

I noticed Tom’s smirk play off his face and was replaced by no expression. The closer I got to the snake the more I saw his eyes stare intently at the snake with deep concentration.

It seemed like he was having second thoughts. The snake stood stalk still the whole time, the hissing had stopped now and Nagini had her dark horizontal slits glued to the rodent in my hands.

My hands were now so close the serpent if I moved them a centimeter more I could touch its head. I felt my fingers trembling underneath the dead rat and I knew Tom noticed. After a few silent seconds that seemed like hours the snake gave one last hiss and lunged with all its might towards, not the rat, but me.

Tom immediately made a move to get in between us a split second before the snake had lunged, as if he sensed its intentions a moment before. Tom didn’t look like he had time to think but instantly pointed his long, death-causing wand at the now-midair serpent.

Time seemed to turn into slow motion as he shouted a curse at it in a language I had never heard before. It sounded like……parsletongue. But that was impossible! The last wizard who could speak to snakes was Salazar slytherin, and that was ages ago!

Thoughts continued to spin crazily around in my mind just as the snake drastically changed its course and crashed into the stone-wall behind it with a sickening thud, telling me Tom’s curse had done its job a little too well.

I watched as the five hundred pound serpent hissed faintly as it seemed to be knocked out motionless. The entire room was silent. I turned to see Tom standing stiffly with his back facing me. I noticed his fists were balled up at his sides, his knuckles white as snow.

“Get out.”

 Were the last hatred-laced words I heard before running like there was no tomorrow out of there. I shut the large door behind me and collapsed with my back to the wall. What the hell just happened? Was Tom parslemouth? Did he just strike nagini, probably the most precious, most valuable thing to him……… to save me?

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