stinging pain
- tom riddle x enemy/rival!reader
summary: tom gets himself into a fight and he went to you of all people.
warnings: uh bruise, probably blood, and swearing, and mentions of objectification also lowercase writing.
your nightly reading was abruptly disturbed as someone knocked at the door, at twenty three past eleven pm.
you rubbed your eyes and sighed opening the door, and was greeted with an unexpected sight. tom riddle with a busted lip and bruised cut knuckles.
you gasped as you looked at him and he kept looking everywhere but you. "what in the three hells happened to you?" you asked, or rather demanded an answer.
he shrugged. "well i got into a fight. other guy looks worse." he said cockily.
you roll your eyes and stop the little smirk forming on your face. "i really don't think its the perfect time for that. and why'd you go here? we're not exactly best of friends."
"uh, i didn't want to go to madame pomfrey. she would've alerted the teachers and its rather late, and i didn't know where else to go."
you pressed your lips into a thin line and grabbed your first aid kit and pushed him to sit on the chair you have by the corner.
"give me your hand." you said very monotonously. he did as he was told and you grabbed some alcohol.
"this is gonna sting like a bitch." you said and started patting the cotton ball gently with alcohol on his knuckles, causing him to hiss and get tense.
"so, why didn't you go to poppy? i want the real reason." you said as you were tending his wounds.
he looked at you and scoffed. " i dont have to tell you anything, i don't care what you want."
you were appalled. "wow lovely way to treat the person who's helping you out right now. jerk." you sarcastically said. you disregarded being gentle and started patting your medicinal potion that heals wounds quicker very harshly on his hand.
he flinches and closing his eyes shut. "stop. please. i am sorry to have offended you but do not take out your anger on my wound." he said, almost out of breath.
you smirked, "first time apologizing huh? anyway, your hand should be fine tomorrow." you said setting his hand aside.
"what was that potion you used?" he asked curiously. you started preparing the other materials to help his busted lip as he spoke.
"oh, i made it. quickens the healing phase of wounds and bruises. come closer." you said
he was skeptical of your intentions as to which you rolled your eyes at and said "unless you wanna keep that very uncomfortable busted lip that'll surely ruin your arse kissing to the professors." you mocked, pouting.
he scoffed and got closer. you grabbed your white cloth and magically dampened it and gently cleaned his lip, before using another potion made by you that imitates the process of a cool compress without waiting.
"you made this too? how do i know im not being poisoned." he says.
"oh yes you are totally getting poisoned, just like how i helped poppy poison every other kid at this school with my witchy bitchy poison." you said in a mock cheery voice and smiling rudely at him.
he just rolls his eyes and chuckles.
"you're being a world class jerk right now, i could kick you out of my dorm if i wanted to." you said.
"then why haven't you?" he asked tauntingly. you smile mischievously and said "because i dont want to."
he was stunned, yet managed to regain his long long long walls.
you wandlessly and wordlessly healed his lip and you were packing up your kit. "thank you for helping me." he said, sincerity dripping from his voice.
"hm, you're welcome. why did you get into a fight anyway?" you asked.
he cleared his throat and went back to looking at everything that wasn't you. "they were objectifying you and i punched them."
it was your turn to be shocked. "awe, thank you for defending me." you said smiling.
he smirked and said "don't spend all night thinking about it. bye, thank you." and he left the room.
you stood there in your pajamas and you were very stunned.
he was a jerk, but maybe not the biggest jerk
