[HP] Tom next door to Mary

She and Riddle never got along.

This was something she had known for a long time.

And because of this, on New Year's Eve, she tried every means to make him suffer a little more.She seized the opportunity, and when he was looking at Jin Jialong intently, she pounced on him, leaving tooth marks on his palm.

In fact, she was ready to start a new round of fierce battle, but the postures she imagined to resist this battle were not used.

She even threw Riddle down.

I don't know if he has grown taller again, or if she redefines her own height - it's as if she really threw herself into his arms and embraced him in a strange posture.

That doesn't matter, she just wants to impress him!

bite him!

Thinking of this, Mary took even more outrageous actions.Even if the leftover softness of the pastry is mixed in the mouth, it can't stop the smell of blood from lingering on the tip of the tongue.

And he seemed to have become dull, still observing the coin.

The only thing Riddle is sure of is that he has become so much strange now that he can't feel the change in temperature, and only thinks that the hot air sprayed from his mouth is the most comfortable.

"Mary."

The lips are slightly opened and closed, without using any consonants rolled up from the tip of the tongue, the simple, straightforward and light name is called out, but it is so heavy and powerful.

Hearing him speak, she subconsciously looked up at him.

"Mary."

And he spoke again, his pronunciation was standard, deep and hoarse.

This made her feel bad, and immediately constructed a hundred or eighty defensive postures and countless escape excuses in her mind.She admitted that she was a little afraid of Tom at this moment, not because his face was so gloomy and scary, but that he evoked a smile, that kind... a forced smile of trying to stay awake.

Gives the impression that he's trying to hold back...a terrible thought that's about to come out.

And he seemed to be fighting against this idea, and suddenly gave off a very uncoordinated and awkward feeling, like a child learning to speak for the first time, and what he confided was somewhat inconsistent.

"Mary, Mary."

Then he pronounced her name for the third time, and when it reached the eardrums of others, it only sounded like two ordinary syllables.

She knew that when he initiates a conversation with her, he always clicks her name first, and only when she responds will he throw out the second half of his "precious" sentence.

So, Mary has heard "Mary" from Riddle countless times.

Either dismissively, or gritted their teeth.

But just this time, simply because this time was different, when Mary heard her name read from his mouth, it would only add to the weirdness and horror of the atmosphere.

All those defensive thoughts in her head turned to bullshit, and now she just wants to get away—

It may be due to Riddle's ability to easily confuse others, so every word, every move he made to her, even just a twinkle in his eyes, he understood her next move.

He was extremely dissatisfied with his current state, and compared himself to an apple with a hole drilled by moths.If he doesn't stop this nasty parasite, he will rot to the bottom in the end.

But what should he do?

Oh, give her back those self-righteous good intentions!

So when she was less passionate about revenge and about to grease the soles of her feet, Riddle reached out and grabbed her by the apron at the front of her chest and pulled her back.

She was already in his arms, but this movement brought them closer.

He heard her whine, and began to struggle non-stop.

She wanted to bite him again - it seemed that she was extremely regretful that she had just stopped her mouth.But he didn't give her a chance anymore, he had already raised his wand, his silent spellcasting was really good beyond ordinary people, Mary's upper and lower teeth seemed to be stuck with super glue, and she couldn't open them no matter what, only Can make a whining sound.

She tried to take his wand again, but it was impossible.Immediately, her body couldn't be controlled by herself, and she was stiff like last time in her small apartment, and she could only maintain a kneeling position and stare at Riddle.

Mary could never have imagined how things would turn out like this.

She faced a lunatic, a psycho!She also kindly celebrated his birthday, she is really not smart, she is an idiot!Luring wolves into the house, and then being beaten up!

If it was a normal person, he might comfort her and give her love.

But Riddle would never do this. His brain circuits may have been set up far away from ordinary people from the moment he was born.

Rolling his Adam's apple up and down, he gently peeled off her messy bangs with a yew wand, skipped over her stubborn and reddened green eyes, slid over the ugly tear stains stuck to her cheeks, and finally stopped at the corner of her mouth, Swipe it with your fingertips, as if rubbing it with your fingertips.

He suddenly wanted to hear what she would say, so he untied part of the bondage.

Riddle shifted into a position so she could meet his eyes, which was more like lovers cuddling, and caused varying degrees of nausea on both sides.

He indicated with his eyes that she could speak. She might have wanted to speak a long time ago, or she might have understood, but they rarely communicated with each other so that Riddle was sure it must be the former.

Anyway, she finally opened her mouth: "...Why did you do this to me?"

In Mary's eyes, this was simply showing her the process of a lunatic's onset. She saw Riddle's expression suddenly become calm, and after a few seconds, the blackness in his eyes became more and more turbulent, and he just blinked. After a while, the surging emotion disappeared at a certain moment.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

He nervously repeated a sentence of hers, and this coupled with his nosebleed that was about to dry up really added a bit to the ridiculousness.

She thought he was going to have another seizure, but found that he spread his bloody palm with tooth marks and showed her the Garen she put in the cake that afternoon.

"I just wanted to give it back to you."

Neuropathy! ! !

Is it for this reason to engage in such a big fight?Tom Riddle you are lying less and less!Or is it just perfunctory for her to even lie?

"What's wrong with you? If you don't want to tell me earlier, can you? I still think it's too expensive, it's not worth it, Tom—let me go!" She yelled, "Why are you—don't get sick again?!"

She saw him hold the coin between his fingers, pull it over her, and tuck it into her neckline, the cold gold touching the skin inside, rolling along the curve.

Just then, her bondage was released.

She pushed him away in an instant, got up from the ground, shook her skirt, and then picked up Garen who had rolled to the ground.

"Riddle!"

She was so angry that she didn't know what to say, so she organized her words indiscriminately, "Don't want me to celebrate your birthday again! Then, then! We are done too! I don't want to say a word to you from now on! Just pretend like you did before. If you can’t see me, we don’t know each other anymore, you know what I mean—we didn’t have such a good relationship in the first place!”

She grabbed the Gallon and threw it in Riddle's face.

She ran away after speaking, for fear that Riddle would attack again.But she guessed that her ultimate roar could still deter a 16-year-old underage-even though that person was Tom Riddle.

However, she was also very cowardly and did not dare to go back to her room. After a simple wash, she made do with the night on the bed in the school hospital.

The next day was the new semester, and she thought her words had worked. She hadn't seen Riddle for a month, not even in the library where he frequented.

Mary is feeling better, and the mandrakes are thriving, and she thinks life will be easier for her in just a few more months.

However, it is impossible for Ignatius to give up once. He has sent letters many times to express his recklessness last time. He said that he wants to fight and does not want to succumb to rigid family rules.

He said, just give him a little more time, and if you give him a little more time, he will be able to dissolve this inexplicable engagement and be with her again.

She is really easy to soften her heart, and she can't make a decision about this kind of letter.But this is the arrangement of fate. When you start to have hope for one thing, the direction of this thing will start to go downhill.

Like, she really becomes easy to see Lucretia Black.She was a lively, pretty girl, and she was always surrounded by all kinds of friends, and Mary even wondered if she and Ignatius were suitable, after all, they were not compatible on their own.

But what makes her even more sad is that she cannot be compared with Lucretia, she is too inferior.

And Lucretia did not show her resistance to this marriage, on the contrary, she spread the news to everyone, even a big man like Hagrid remembered to mention it—this is his new semester I have to go to the Forbidden Forest to fight a werewolf duel and cause trouble. I said it when I was chatting with Mary in the school hospital.

He also said that he had deducted a hundred points from Gryffindor for this, plus a full term of detention.

Mary was less interested in hearing this, and all her attention was on the magazine in her hand, "Wizard Weekly".

It may be that Valentine's Day is approaching, the cover of "Wizard Weekly" keeps rolling pink bubbles, and today it publishes "Does he/she still love you in marriage?" Whoever is destined has no destiny!" and other boring quizzes.

There are also some simple recipes for making love potions, and even a tutorial on the antidote for the hate potion.

But that's not what Mary saw. Her eyes swept across the shopping column of the beautiful witch, frantically filling out the orders.Maybe this will fill an empty part of her heart.

When she figured out how many Galleons she needed in total, Ignatius' owl flew again.

Just as she was taking down the letter, a familiar voice made her shiver suddenly.

"Mary."

"Oh, hello, Riddle!" Hagrid, who was lying on the king-size hospital bed, greeted Riddle first.

Of course, Riddle just nodded politely a little distantly, and walked towards Mary.

She tried not to look at her face, which annoyed her a little, muttered a few words or uttered clearly: "What's the matter?"

"Professor Slughorn asked me to come over to get the Bone Potion. He's going to give us a new project."

Mary wanted to ask him whether he was unworthy, but she didn't want to talk to him, so she got up and went to the storage room.

Riddle also followed, and he was calm, as if there was no problem between them.

"Mary."

She glanced at him and handed him the Bone Potion.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed her hand all of a sudden, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull it back!

"Don't be so naive, Mary." He fumbled in his pocket with the other hand, and she swore she would have decided to call someone the next second!

But instead of holding a wand, he stuffed the New Year's Eve Galleon into her palm again.

"I just wanted to give it back to you."

He flashed his usual endearing smile.

The author has something to say: I finally finished writing qwq

Tom is so annoying every time he calls someone by their name.

At this time, no car is better than having a car.

However, he was really struggling, so he became a little bit weird, didn't he start walking again after a while!

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