Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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Pauline and his attitudes to Horcruxes, death, and immortality are clearly at odds, and Riddle is acutely aware of this.

She won't belittle other people's pursuits with any negative words, and she is always a pleasure to chat with, there is no doubt about it.Sometimes Pauline would make certain conjectures about the Horcruxes, and she seemed to be very interested, but Riddle already knew her too well, and Pauline didn't take the initiative to study a certain advanced magic fanatically, which was enough to explain everything.

In fact, if Pauline is really repulsed by Horcruxes, then things will be easier for Riddle-he wants Pauline to stay by his side at all times, and if she doesn't have the same expectations, then He can only ensure this in other ways.

He likes roses, if the rose does not belong to him, then he can only pick her off, even though it may make the rose wither.In any case, what he wanted has never been lost.

The problem was that Riddle couldn't be sure if the rose really belonged to him.

Even though they had been officially dating for more than a year, Pauline still liked to tease him as much as she had two years ago, watching him smother and irritate beyond control.This should have humiliated Riddle, but when he found that Pauline was more sensitive and enthusiastic than usual at this time, and his irritation seemed to easily tease her, this humiliation became another weird feeling. Feel.

In the past, he wanted to make everyone who made him feel unhappy or humiliated pay the price, but in the face of Pauline's teasing, he sometimes even deliberately put on an extremely annoyed look, and whenever this time, Pauline would take the initiative to put his arms around his neck , kiss him tenderly or teasingly, more passionately and sweetly than usual.

"I don't hate Horcruxes, I even find it interesting." Between endless deep kisses, he held her tightly, and they were almost inseparable.She sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around him vaguely, leaned close to his ear, and kissed his earlobe softly, her warm breath accompanied by her hoarse voice seemed to flow slowly a drop of honey across his skin, "but if you're the one who's going to try it, I hate it."

His Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, and Riddle almost exhausted all his self-control to clenched her as calmly as possible, and asked her in a low and hoarse voice, "Why?"

Pauline kissed his earlobe lightly and wordlessly.

After a while, she said softly, "Because to some extent, you are unique in my heart." She said, her forehead resting lightly on his cheek, "I like every part of you, your complete Soul." She said in a small but clear voice, "it's beautiful and dazzling, it's fascinating."

Riddle suddenly put his arms around her waist, and stood up from the soft seat abruptly. He picked her up, let her sit on the table, and then brutally and presumptuously pried open her lips and teeth. , tease her, tease her, seduce her, and force her to respond to his grasping with deeper enthusiasm.

His kiss went from her lips to her neck, then to her collarbone, all the way down, her slightly loose neckline softly brushed his cheek.He could clearly feel her trembling, just like his own, but he just hugged her harder.

"Don't—" Pauline suddenly clenched his shoulders, her voice was very short, trembling slightly, panting lightly, she pushed him not so firmly, as if she was still reluctant to refuse, But she paused and repeated clearly, "No."

When Pauline said no, she was really saying no.

Riddle stopped moving.

But he didn't let go of her.

"I don't want to," said Pauline, her voice much calmer this time than before.

Riddle still didn't move.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head, looked at her expressionlessly, slowly let go of the hand around her waist, turned slightly, and stood quietly on the side.

In the long silence, none of them moved.

"I thought," it was Pauline who spoke first in the coincident silence, and she smiled softly, "I thought that with your character, you would be very angry if I rejected you." She said with light eyes Swiping across Riddle's side face, "You are so calm, I am indeed...surprised."

Riddle didn't speak.

Pauline stared at him and smiled slightly.

"I don't really like it when people reject me," he said, "but, Pauline, you've rejected me so many times in every area of ​​your life since we've known each other that if I rage every time, I probably Already mad."

Pauline couldn't help it, and gave another soft laugh.

The atmosphere between them became a little more relaxed.

Riddle still didn't go to see her.

"But it was really hard for me to laugh it off," he said. "Unfortunately, I thought you loved me, or at least had a crush on me. It was a big blow to my ego."

Pauline paused.

"Wow," she said softly, "The lines in "Butterfly Dream" are amazing. I thought you were too busy kissing to watch the movie."

"I really didn't watch it." Riddle sneered coldly, "Who would still be in the mood to watch a movie at that time?"

Pauline smiled lightly, nudged Riddle lightly with her calf, and silently urged him to continue.

He still didn't look at her, and there was no smile on his face. After a while, he said, "But I went to borrow an original text later."

Pauline opened her eyes slightly.

They fell into a long silence.

"May I ask why?" Pauline said softly. "It's hard for me to imagine you reading Muggle books, and this kind of..." She gave a silent laugh. "Spoofed romance novels."

Riddle didn't answer right away, but just looked coldly at the empty shelf in front of him.

"I don't want when you ask me what I think of the movie, I can only tell you dryly that I don't know what it's about. If I read the book, at least I can tell you the name of the main character." He After pausing for a while, he turned around and looked at her blankly, "If you insist on finding a reason for this, then I think this is the only answer I can give."

Pauline did not speak for a long time.

After a long time, she came down from the table, put her arms around Riddle's shoulders, and quietly buried her head in the crescent of his neck.

"I never want love to change you or me. Being together or being apart is a natural thing in my heart. I will neither be too excited nor too sad." She said softly, "But if it is with If you break up, I will probably be very reluctant."

"I won't break up with you." Riddle said coldly, squeezing her hand tightly.

Pauline laughed. "But I don't want to fall in love with half of you, or two or three of you." She said, suddenly overjoyed, "although it's exciting to think about."

Riddle's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Pauline stared at him quietly for a moment, and finally kissed the corner of his lips lightly.

"Tom Riddle," she said, "at least, I do like you very much now."

In the summer of the fifth grade, Pauline spent her summer vacation at her grandfather's cliff house.

"I always don't understand your magic school." Her aunt, who has been married four times, lazily flicked the cards in her hand with her bright red manicure, "Do your classmates really not need to make up for a degree?"

Pauline sat next to her cousin and watched the cards—she was ordered out of the game by her relatives because she was too proficient in card counting, "They don't intend to participate in our world, and it doesn't matter to them whether they have a degree or not. She smiled slightly, "I think it's not bad, now that there are wars everywhere, such a day is not good."

"The war will always end." The aunt disagreed, "Just like last time, we will win in the end."

"Before you say these words, you'd better think about your brother who is far away in the Solomon Islands!" The old woman sitting opposite snorted coldly, "If you don't have these brave fighters like them, how could you still be able to survive?" Do you take war lightly like this?"

My aunt drew a card from her hand and threw it on the table. She sneered, "I would also like to be a colonel. Who said there are no female soldiers in Great Britain?"

The old woman said nothing more.

"What do you think is a good place to go?" She muttered nonchalantly, and soon fell silent.

The cousin glanced at the two elders, smiled, and poked Pauline with her elbow, "Hey, Pauline, I haven't asked you yet, are you in a relationship?"

Everyone at the table looked at her with interest.

"Yes." Pauline said generously, "more than a year." She reached out and clicked on a certain card of her cousin.

The cousin immediately played the card out, causing the other people on the table to stare.

"I won't interfere." Pauline immediately raised her hands in surrender.

"Is it your classmate from the magic school?" The aunt flicked the cards in her hand, probably thinking that it was impossible to win this one, so she simply looked up at Pauline, "Time flies, I didn't expect Pauline to be a big girl too!" gone."

The cousin laughed immediately, and shrugged when Pauline looked over, "She told me the same thing three years ago."

Auntie gave them a half-truthy look.

"Pauline, tell me, is the lover you're looking for handsome?" My aunt asked interestedly. "You're a girl from the Sweet family. I think you have good eyesight—girls in our family have always been like that."

Pauline smiled slightly.

"Pretty handsome," she said sharply. "I'm very satisfied."

Her relatives immediately giggled.

"Young girl." The old woman shook her head with a smile on her face.

"Will you marry him?" asked her aunt. "Mark my words, Pauline—if you're going to marry him, do consult me ​​first. You don't want to know how ugly men are when they part. "

"Marriage is too far away for us, too. The Defense of Marriage Act doesn't even deal with wizards." Pauline wrinkled her nose. "Maybe I'll never get married."

The old woman didn't seem too pleased with her words, but the aunt immediately gave her a thumbs up.

"Smart girl." My aunt said, "You have learned the experience I gained from four marriages at this age."

Pauline and her cousin laughed together.

Only the old woman patted the aunt gently.

"Seriously, Pauline," said my aunt, throwing down her cards, "love more, don't marry, and manage money prudently. No man is more important than money. If you must marry, like your mother, don't change your name. Take my advice." , you will thank me later."

After afternoon tea, Pauline was chatting with her cousin about their mutual acquaintances, but when she casually glanced out the window, she stopped suddenly.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, a tall figure she was very familiar with but should never be here was standing there quietly, staring at her.

Pauline's eyes widened slightly.

"What's the matter?" The cousin noticed her surprise, followed her gaze, and then turned around blankly, "Is there anything strange?"

Confusion spell.

"It's nothing." Pauline said, and she quickly stood up from the sofa, "I suddenly remembered something, and I will talk to you later."

She walked out of the room quickly.

Riddle was standing at the door waiting for her.

He stood there quietly, expressionless on his face, and Pauline felt that he was looking more ruthless than usual.He stared at her silently, as if weighing something, full of cold scrutiny.

Her footsteps paused, but she quickly returned to normal and walked towards him quickly.

"I miss you so much." She hugged him, buried her head in his neck, and acted like a baby to him, "Summer vacation is so boring, I really want to know how I spent it before."

Riddle silently let her embrace him.

He didn't move, and Pauline could feel him still eyeing her scrutinizingly.

This time she was really confused.

Riddle finally raised his hand and wrapped it around her waist.

"I've been thinking about you too, Pauline." He said softly, lowering his head and resting his chin on her forehead, but his voice was still colder than usual, "I suddenly want to see you, So here I am."

"Suddenly want to see me?" Pauline repeated softly.She smiled slightly, "So you didn't want to see me all the time, but you just thought about it suddenly? This will make me unhappy, Tom."

"In fact, from the moment we parted on the train, I've been wanting to see you, Pauline." Riddle said, his voice cold, "but now, I feel the need to see you."

Pauline looked up and glanced over his handsome face.

"Maybe let me hear it?" she said.

Riddle was silent for a moment, then he hugged Pauline tightly and kissed her forehead, "I have found my parentage," he said, even the kiss was cold, "I am descended from Slytherin, my mother came from Pure-blood family Gaunt. She was a wizard, but fell in love with a Muggle and was dumped...because my father didn't like magic..."

Pauline put her arms around him gently and listened to him in silence.

"Listen... I'm almost sentimental, Pauline," said Riddle coldly, sneering, rubbing the side of her neck lightly, burying his head in the crescent of her neck, and kissing her neck, "Love, He smiled grimly. "What a stupid thing. It hardly has any meaning except to bring you endless trouble."

"Really?" Pauline smiled slightly.

Riddle was silent for a while.

"But I think we'll be different from those idiots," he said, tightening his arms around her waist, and he said coldly, as if warning someone, "I won't let things turn out like that, Pauline."

Pauline sighed softly.

"Have you made a Horcrux yet?" she asked him quietly.

Riddle was silent.

He subconsciously stroked the ugly gold ring with black gemstone on his finger.

"No," he said, "actually, I wanted to, but in the end I changed my mind."

Pauline frowned slightly and looked at him suspiciously.

"You... partly convinced me." He said, staring deeply into her eyes, "This is not the only way to leap to death, the side effects of horcruxes are too great... I think I can find another Find another way, I mean, since you clearly disapprove of it, we've got plenty of time to find a new way."

Pauline was really taken aback this time, and she looked him over and over again, as if wondering who he was taking Polyjuice Potion from.

Her gaze clearly irritated Riddle a little.

Pauline smiled slightly.

"It didn't really occur to me," she said. "I thought we were going to break up."

Riddle squeezed her waist in retaliation, and he stared at her.

"But I have to admit," said Pauline, her eyelashes fluttering, and she kissed his earlobe lightly, "this is the best news I've heard this summer."

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