The Dark Lady Awakens (Tom Riddle Love Story/Self-Insert)

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***************Authors note: Hello my lovely readers. Thank you for all of your warms comments. Happy Valentine's Day. This is my gift to you all. ******************

Iris stomped across the halls of Hogwarts grumbling in Russian. Her native language may not have been Russian but in the world where Harry Potter was just a series she had traveled enough with her family to learn some of the languages that required an extended stay.

"Iris," came a voice. 

Her mussing was halted as a warm hand grasped her wrist and had her pulled into a room; without having the time to understand what had transpired, she blinked erratically. Her hands reached up to grab onto a firm body that she could tell was well defined. She looked up and caught herself in a trance staring at none other than Tom and she felt caught in his green eyes. She could feel how close she was to the boy her breath mixing with his. She looked up into his eyes under her lashes something in his eyes told her she wasn't the only one affected by their close proximity. She smirked as she pulled herself off the boy and walked further into the classroom.

She glanced back with a smirk as if to say 'I know your going to follow me' as she walked to a desk and sat on it, not before reaching for the pointer stick she found in the class and grabbed it.

"Well," Iris said as she crossed her legs and raised a brow, "I suppose you have something to tell me."

Tom's eyes flared in anger as he felt the need to snap the nitwit's neck. She was so infuriating, he didn't know what to do with her. On the upside he was glad Malfoy was getting his own dose of medicine but at the same time he felt angered when she dismissed him to interact with Malfoy or Black.

"I spoke with a professor, who I believe would be on our side and could help us with our plan. He would be able to stand in for my emancipation," Tom answered.

Iris was playing with the stick as she twirled it in her hand like a cheerleader as she answered, "is that so and who did you have in mind," she then tossed the stick up in the air before catching it back into her other hand. She laughed in glee at her accomplishment. Tom sneered at her childish play. Was she that much of child that he had to deal with.

Before Tom knew it he was seething in anger when her attention was dedicated to that damn stick he had snatched it from her hand and snapped the thing in half.

"Hey! I was playing with that," whined Iris as she pouted.

"Ms. Stark is everything a joke to you?" asked Tom in seething anger.

"Of course, what's life without a little fun," I replied as I hopped off the desk and faced him with a smile.

"Well I can assure you this deadly game that we are playing is not a child's play. There will be war and death," Tom he replied coldly.

"Oh, why do you have to be a buzz kill. Have a little fun Tom, life is not always about being stoic and angry. Blah you make my head spin, stop being so serious and be a rebellious teenager for once. Honestly, what is it that you want?" Iris asked in frustration.