you were a pain, that’s one word he’d use to describe you. yeah, a pain. that’s all he thought about you..— or so he thought it was. you were someone he had met whenever he came to hogwarts during the summer after being in the orphanage, eventually finding out you were from the orphanage also.

since then, he had intrigued you with how he behaved. and he just so happened to be ‘lucky’ enough to have you cling to him every second of the day, taking any chance you can to really push his buttons, it was almost as if you enjoyed bothering him and riling him up.

but instead of cursing you like he would with anyone else for even trying to come near him, he seemed to.. tolerate you, if you could call it that. he found himself enjoying your company, he’d never admit that although. every time you’d talk about something he didn’t even understand, he still enjoyed listening to you.

he liked the way you seemed to brighten up whenever you saw him, how your eyes sparkled whenever you talked about something that intrigued you. most people would call this feeling ‘love’. but the tom riddle doesn’t dare to feel ‘love’. so he stuffs himself away in denial.

today was no different then usual, he was writing in his diary in the common room until you came in.