Love's Gone Behind, If Tom Riddle fell ever fell in love... Options

[riddlemethis326]

Tom Riddle ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the tall oak tree. He wore a casual expression, his eyes glinting softly in the shadows of the tree. His arms were crossed loosly and his school bag lay at his feet.
There was an air of superiority about him. Students milling across the grounds hurried past, glancing at him admiringly and fearfully. But he ignored them.
His gaze swept over the plane of his view. A group of Gryffendors passed in front of him, falling suddenly silent as they neared. Their faces showed contempt and they raised their chins high and avoided his eye. One of the girls, however, stooped low, shuffling behind one of her friends. He glimpsed her face, which was bright red, before a curtain of brown hair fell from her braide, hiding it from view...

Oh darn it... it's time for bed!!! I'll write more on Monday or whenever I get around to it... Sorry!!!
Tell me if you like it so far... personally I hate it, but that's just me... I'll keep going if you want!!! Comment on it!!!
Bye!!!

-Riddle Me This

[kittygirl543]

I like it. It's really good!

[riddlemethis326]

Thankee much... I'll keep going. Don't worry, it wont stink forever. I think when I get going a little more it might be okay... NO!!! I take that back. I'm starting over!!! WAHAHAHA... here we go again:

[riddlemethis326]

Tom Riddle ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the tall oak tree. He wore a casual expression, his eyes glinting softly in the shadows of the tree. His arms were crossed loosly and his school bag lay at his feet.
There was an air of superiority about him. Students milling across the grounds hurried past, glancing at him admiringly and fearfully. But he ignored them.
(Yes I used the same beginning, get over it)
His fingers wandered the the pocket of his robe and he stroked the handle of his wand. He sighed breifly, watching the young wizards and witches around him. A group of girls were sitting under a birch tree, thick with foliage. Thier books were open of their laps, but they kept pointing to him and giggling softly. He shook his head in disgust and looked away.
Tom stood straight, strectching his arms above his head. His grabbed his bag and swung it over his shoulder. Acting as if oblivous to the girls' chatter, he stepped out of the shadows and headed towards the castle. Dumbledore could not leave him waiting any longer.
The doors had been left open on the warm September day, and Tom crossed the threshold unbidden. He walked through the halls quickly, ignoring the greetings of other students as he passed. His patience was short and he wasted no time interacting with his peers (if they deserved to be called that).
Dumbledore's office came in view and Tom in front of the door. He raised his hand to knock, but hesitated slightly. He chastised himself for fearing such an incompetant wizard and brought his fist into the door several times.
"Enter."
He did as he was told, pushing the door open and allowing himself in. The room was filled with many strange objects that Tom did not take him to admire. His interest was for the man sitting behind a desk farther into the room. His graying hair and beard were rather long, but he was used to his strange apperance by now.
"You wanted to see me, Sir?" he asked politely, masking his hatred.
Dumbledore cupped his hands in front of him on the desk, fingers entertwined. He surveyed the young wizard before him with his bright blue eyes. Tom always got the expressing that his proffesor could see straight through him.
"I do, Tom." Dumbledore indicated to chair beside his desk. Tom walked to the chair and sat down. He put his hand to his pocket again, caressing his wand tenderly.
"What is it?" he inquired rather rudely. "Sir," he added quickly.
"No doubt you are aware of the recent attacks on certain Hogwarts students."
Tom nodded.

Well, now I got to go..

[riddlemethis326]

He kept his breathing steady, yet in the back of his mind, panic started. 'He can't have figured it out,' he told himself, 'No clues were left, nobody saw me.'
Dumbledore continued, not noticing his pupil's distress. "Have you any idea of who might be behind these attacks?"
"What makes you think that, Sir?" he inquired coldly.
Dumbledore looked him over carefully. Tom met his gaze and didn't turn away. "There's no pretending that you don't get around, Tom."
"Oh," he replied simply. His hand tightened over his wand.
"Perhaps you have heard anything that might discover who-"
"Are you meaning to say that you think it is a student?"
The transfiguration teacher raised an eyebrow. "If you see or hear anything," he said after a moment, "please tell me."
'Sure,' he muttered sarcastically under his breath. With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore dismissed the student. Tom stood and left the room quickly. He turned the corner sharply.
Something hard collided into his jaw and he stumbled back, nearly falling. "Watch were you stick that big chin of your's, jerk." The Gryffendor seeker stood before him, rubbing her head. She glared at him with peircing green eyes. Her dark brown hair was falling loosly from the braid down her back.
Tom's stomach lurched. "I-"he stammered.
"Look what you made me do," she said feircly, indicating at the floor around her. Her bag had spilt open. Parchment and quills were scattered around and her few books lay in unrulely piles.
"I'm sorry," he found himslef saying and he meant it too. That was, if nothing else, what scared him the most.

Guess what time it is, children. It's dinner time, so I have to go eat. I like it so far, I must say. Teehee, too bad I can't really publish it. *Sigh* Ha.. Okay, bye bye!!!

[riddlemethis326]

"Yeah," she muttered, sweeping the loose hair behind her ears. She gathered her items up in her arms and Tom knelt down to help. He handed her the rolls of parchment in his hand and held her bag open for her as she stuffed her things inside.
11a:wub: (Little Tommy...teehee... Oh, sorry, back to the story!!!)
She stood and swung the shoulder strap over her back. "Thanks," she said rather grudgingly and turned away. She took a step to leave. Tom couldn't resist himself; he grabbed her arm and she turned sharply to face him, a trace of fear in her eyes.
"What?" she inquired, yanking her arm from his grasp.
His voice was suprisingly soft as his asked, "What's your name?"
She raised an eyebrow and looked to the shoulderstrap of her bag, obviously fasinated by it. "Why do you care?"
"Dunno," he replied rather curtly. Why did he? He couldn't understand it himself.
The girl shook her head, still fiddling with her bag. "Oh." Tom heard disapointment in her voice.
"I'm Tom," he said, knowing only how stupid he must sound to her.( 02:toofunny: ) He had never had an awkward conversation with anybody in his life and now suddenly he was getting two lifetimes worth of it.
"Obviously," she whispered, more to herself, yet it wasn't unkind. Her emerald eyes flickered up to meet his for an instant. When she looked away, she seemed to change her opinion on the whole situation. "My name is Emilia," she told him, "but please," she paused, "call me Mia."
Tom couldn't help smiling, but he hated himself for doing so. "I'll see you around some time." The words escaped his lips before he could stop them.
"Right," she said. She turned again and started down the hall. His eyes were glued to the back of her head.
When she had turned the corner and thus gone out of sight("Thus" teehee... 04:P ) he turned himself and was about to head back to his dormitory. However, he nearly collided with Dumbledore, who had just stepped out of his office.
"Still here, Tom?" he asked. He sensed a note of accusation in his voice.
"Had an unfortunate accident with Mia," he told the proffesor rather dreamily. 11a:wub:
"What?" Tom snapped back into reality, slightly embarrased and confused with his outburst.
"I mean," he cleared his mind and started again, "I ran into a Gryffendor."
Dumbledore nodded. "You may want to see Madam Simpkin (I love the Bartimieus trilogy: ) about that chin."
"I-" He stopped. "What?" Tom put a hand up to his chin brought it in front of his face. A fair amount of blood was on his skin.
"Oh," he said distantly. "Thank you, Sir," he added as he turned (yes I know I use turn to much... I have a knack for that kind of thing!!! 06<_< )and headed towards the hospital wing.

Ah... break time... I'm still here, so I'll write more in a second!!!

[riddlemethis326]

Well... I think it's time to retire for the day. I mean, in writing. I'll be back, with any luck, tomorrow. Please tell me how you like it so far!!! It's going to get good, but I won't tell you how. But Tom's going a little too soft for my liking, so we'll need to fix that... 02:toofunny: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Bye!!! Luv you all!!! Actually, I don't know you so I guess I take that back... Bye!!! 10a:rolleyes:

-Riddle Me This 54a:darkside:

[riddlemethis326]

I don't feel like writing right now... 09:o Wahaha... 02:toofunny: Kinda discouraged because only one person has left a comment. 28:irked: Please tell me if you liked it or even if you just looked at it!!! 04:P It's very sad over here 22:cry: ...

[kittygirl543]

I like this so much! Keep going!! Go go go!!!

[riddlemethis326]

Teehee... thanx... Here goes nothing... I hope

Tom left the hospital wing, his chin fully healed. He walked carefully and deliberatly through the halls towards the empty classroom. The ravenclaw boy he had talked with earlier would be there by now. He was ignorant, blind to anything but gaining greater knowledge from Tom.
The room came in view, but he did not enter it directly. Instead, he veared off to the left, towards the girl's bathroom. He knocked on the door, but nobody answered, so he entered. He called out in the girliest voice he could muster, but still no reply. He looked under the stalls, yet it was empty. Sighing with relief, he turned to the sink and muttered quietly in Parseltongue.
(Oh, now how did J.K. Rowling put the little ditty when the sink went down and the Chamber of Secrets opened up??? I dunno... can't member, so just bear with me please...)
The sink decended down into the floor. A smile tugged at Tom's lips and he called down to the Basilik. He waited only a moment before it heard the serpent slither up beside him.
"There's a young boy waiting in the classroom next door," he told it, "Let's see that he doesn't ever leave it."
The snake acknowledged him and it slithered away. Tom didn't wait around. He bolted from the bathroom and down the opposite direction. (Aye... I told you this would be bad... So, we had a rough spot, but don't worry!!! It won't stay like that... here: we'll make it better) It was around supper time by now, and he met no students in the hall. However, he knew he would be missed in the Great Hall, so he made his way to the library, intending to start on the mountains of homework assigned by his teachers.
His footsteps were quick, but not too hurried. To his dismay, however, he met Proffesor Slughorn walking from his office to the Great Hall.
"Tom, m'boy!" he exclaimed heartily. Hiding a grimace, Tom stopped in front of the large teacher and returned his greating, "Hello, Proffesor."

Piano lessons... bye

[kittygirl543]

cool! I like the "mountains of homework" thing. It sounds like my school.

[riddlemethis326]

Aye... I don't know what to do write now!!! I'm gunna mill it over... maybe I'll write more later!!!

-Riddle Me This 54a:darkside:

[riddlemethis326]

(Mill it over for three months I suppose...)

"I didn't see you at dinner," Slughorn said with concern heavy in his voice.
"I'm not hungry," Tom said as casually as he could.
A heavy arm drapped over his shoulder and his back screamed in protest. He longed to pull away from the teacher's grasp.
"Are you feeling alright m'boy? You look rather pale."
Tom bit back a hasty retort. "I'm fine," he replied, "just heading to the library to look up-"
"Tom." There was suspision in the man's raspy voice.
"It's a spell for charms," he explained, "not-"
A scream broke through the halls. He cursed to himself, realizing it might be too late for his escape.
"Not again," Slughorn pleaded with nothing in particular as he left Tom and started running down the hall towards the Ravenclaw boy.
Taking advantage of the moment, Tom hurried towards the library, hoping to remain unchallenged. His hopes were in vain, however...

[riddlemethis326]

Is anybody even reading this (IMG:style_emoticons/default/crying.gif)

[Dark-Fallen-Ange...]

I read it. Pretty good.

[riddlemethis326]

Haha... I don't like it! (IMG:style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif)

[Dark-Fallen-Ange...]

Kinda odd. But ya know.

[riddlemethis326]

The stories I write (the non-fanfic ones) are better. I tend to twist and change characters, so I can't really do that with a fanfic unless I changed everything about Harry and the future... so yah...

[Dark-Fallen-Ange...]

Ooh, neat.

[riddlemethis326]

I hope so... (IMG:style_emoticons/default/laughing.gif)