Tom Riddle | Short Stories

Professor

New Milena AU, cause she's a really fun character and she works in this plot line.

He was just so infuriating. Her new Defence Against the dark arts teacher made Milena want to tear her arm off to have something to throw at him. The thought of him mysteriously disappearing pleases her immensely.

She glowered at him in class as he berated her hair in a duel in front of the entire class,

"Now, if you have hair as... flamboyant as Miss Sanchez I would advise you to pull it up, or it may just catch on fire," said Professor Riddle, and Milena's grip on her quill tightened,

Bobo cabrÓn! Asshole! Disintegrate, NOW

"Something wrong, Miss Sanchez? You look as though you've just smelt dung," said Professor Riddle the class snickered, and in that moment she understood,

What exactly was so alluring about homicide.

"Merely the quality of the conversation, professor," she said and he raised his eyebrows at the challenge, "Leaves rather a putrid stench in the air to pick on ones students."

"Five points from Gryffindor." Said Professor Riddle,

"Worth it," whispered Claire DuPont, from beside Milena and the class snickered again,

"Would you like to make it ten Miss DuPont?" He asked, and Claire shook her head, "Nice to see some Gryffindors maintain a modicum of manners."

The class snickered and Milena's cheeks flooded with rage,

Professor Riddle seemed to revel in the red colour of her cheeks, and made a point of making eye contact and smirking at her.

Damn it was he attractive. Almost like a dark Adonis. Inky black locks, marble like skin, and a slim but strong stature, not to mention the perfect bone structure.

But Milena would never back down from a challenge, so she merely arched an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes at him, even though her face continued to heat.

She was a little convinced that most fossil fuels could be replaced by the heat emitted from her face right now.

"Something wrong, Miss Sanchez?" Asked Professor Riddle,

"Not at all, professor." She said, I just never back down from a fight.

She looked away as the bell rang and she began to collect her things.

"Miss Sanchez, stay after class." Said the professor as students began to file out of the room,

"Do you want me to wait?" Asked Claire,

"Just save me some of that good soup, it is soup day right?" Asked Milena,

"Anything for you," said Claire,

"I'll tell Alexander you said that," said Milena,

"You wouldn't,"

"He should know he'll always be second to me," she proclaimed as Claire got farther away towards the door, until it was just Milena and professor Riddle alone in the classroom,

She moved to stand in front of his desk,

"Is there something I can help you with, Professor?" She asked,

"Why do you seem to think you have the right to back talk, Miss Sanchez?" He asked, as he moved papers around on his desk, then he looked up at her expectantly,

"I think I have the right to defend myself."

"Is your hair not flamboyant? I was merely warning you to the consequence of having such large hair in a duel." Said Professor Riddle,