"OHH stop them Riddle, honestly your little band of thugs our always messing with others and you stand around and act as if you have no part." I couldn't help but yell at him. This was the second time this week I've found him doing nothing while his Slytherin buddies reeked havoc over younger Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors.
"And why do you say I'm involved anyway." He talked looking at his hands with a smirk on his face I hated when he did this.
"You are the one that brought all these Slytherin misfits together are you not? Why don't you try acting like a prefect for ten minutes and help out!" Tom had a way of getting on my nerves.
"Calm down Nagenie. Geez. I'll handle them go to lunch." He began walking away when he turned and gave me his notorious grin, "and I'll see you at the library at seven right?"
"Sadly a promise is a promise." I gave him a quick smile back and walked from the courtyard into the Great Hall. Usually I'd try to sit with Syrah Smith my best friend since we first met on the train our first year. Unluckily she was sorted into Hufflepuff and I was sorted into my families house Ravenclaw.
"Hay Nagenie over here! We saved you a spot." I looked over and found Myrtle at my houses table flailing here thin arms to get my attention and I couldn't help but laugh.
"So did you here?" One of Myrtle's friends squeaked as I sat down. I think her name was Rachael something or other.
"Here what exactly?" I asked smiling at her. My sister had been one of these girl the favorites that could gossip all day long, but I had my fathers more logical genes and suffered though these kinds of things.
"Denis Heap the seventh year from Gryffindor wants to ask you out!" she spoke quickly I barely caught it. Then her and the other girls were gossiping away.
For the rest of lunch I tried to ignore what the said, and did what my father taught me when I wasn't interested. Smile and nod occasionally laugh when appropriate and answer questions with things that diverge the subject.
When I could I would let my eyes wander and look at other groups of people never staring or lingering for to long. Every once in a while I'd catch Syrah's eye and shoot her the Help me glance, then look over and catch Denis staring a whole in my cheek and once in a while I would look over at the Slytherin table and find Tom's eyes averting to somewhere else as mine settled on him. He didn't make me uncomfortable in fact I gave him props that he tried to look like he wasn't watching me unlike the stupid Gryffindor boy.
After lunch I met up with Syrah on our way to Herbology.
"You'll never guess what!" she squealed.
"You suddenly got knocked out by a rock and found out you could talk to reindeer. Honestly Syrah you know I'm not good at the whole girlie talk thing you know that. I can't talk, can't flirt, and I can't dance." I bumped playfully up against her as we walked into class.
"You know what you're a liar. I've seen you talk your way out of trouble, flirt your way into something you want, and you can to dance when you choose to your one of the best I know. And you should start using these things I mean every body know about how Denis likes you and what that other boy oh…. ya Tom's been watchin you for the last couple days, you know, a lot more than usual. It's really weird but you can totally tell he likes you or something don't you have your study date- Hey Pomona can you help me study tonight? Oh ya the study date with him tonight.?" Syrah paused to suck in air I never could understand how she talked so much but I kind of liked it that was less time I had to spend talking.
"It's not a date. And yes I am going to meet him in the library tonight. Who cares about Heap and Riddle anyway. Denis creeps me out anyway the way he watches me all the time." I shuddered as I sat on my stool and looked at her. I could see Tom coming though the door his gang following. He always seemed so apart from them like he wasn't there with them but in his own little world of perfect thought and he sat down on the opposite side of the table to me and in the front.
"Denis is really good looking mature, a grand keeper, a seventh year and the captain of Gryffindors team. Everybody I know is really jealous of you plus he is a pureblood. And Tom well he's bloody beautiful and all the Slytherin girls hate you for capturing his attention. Honestly you have this school's most eligible bachelors at your disposal! Honestly Genie you must open your eyes!" With that she took her spot next to me as Professor Beery made his way to the front of the class.
"Now, now everybody settle down and lets get started with today's lesson." I tore myself away from my own thoughts and went into Ravenclaw mode letting my brains take over my mind and body. I know what I'm doing but I feel like I'm someone else in class. I'm better. Some one my family would be proud of. That day I did well although hands on isn't my favorite of activities.
After our classes me and Syrah always walked down to the lake for a bit to a small courtyard hidden by the wood where there was a beautiful view of the castle we found as second years we called it Our spot.
Syrah kept o talking I picked up everything she said and acted as if I cared but honestly I couldn't imagine taking one more year of this let alone a whole year to go that's one thing I hated about being a sixth year. As we sat there I stared at the water until it was time to go to the Great hall I usually didn't eat dinner so we parted ways so I could go to the library.
"You sure you're okay Nagenie, you seem offly quiet today." She stopped before she went though the doors and I gave he a small shrug.
"Alot of homework."
"As if I'd believe that for one second I know you already finished. So what's goining on in there?"
"Go eat we can talk about it later okay."
She nodded and let us part ways so I could make my way up to the library.
Once there I picked a small table at the back in a corner with enough light to read Tom and my usual spot. I picked up my book and started where I had last left it.
"You know you read another ten books or so books and you'll have read everything in this whole damn castle." I looked up to find Tom leaning on a bookshelf.
"You know you mock a Ravenclaw and she will always find a way to get even." I say mocking his tone. We both smiled at each other although Syrah was my best friend Tom was the only one who understood what I was really like because he was like that too quiet, brilliant and calculating everything.
"You here early. Dinner hasn't quite ended yet has it.?" I was already pretty sure of my answer but I asked any way.
"No it's not over. I saw you were gone again and thought why spend my time alone when I can spend it with you." He came and sat down in his spot his dark eyes watching me.
"Thanks for the compliment but what about your gang of misfits wont they miss there tim with the amazing boy of riddles, Riddle? You are after all the glue that holds the Slytherin posse together are you not?" He fingered though the pages of a book until he found what he was looking for.
"You know if you stopped piecing my whole life here together and read you would have twice as many books read Miss Aberdeen." With those last words we both began reading again every once in a while I could feel his eyes on my again but I kept on reading seeming to not care but I secretly wanted to look back.
"I have to go Tom I promised Theo I would help him study tonight I said closing my book. He looked up inquisitively. Never had either one of us cut one of our little gatherings short before.
"You know tomorrow is the first quidditch. And I was wondering if you were going to come?"
"I wasn't thinking about it it's Slytherin against Gryffindor isn't it. No I'll probably be up here again." I said impassively.
"Personally I would love to see you there and you could cheer for me being the best seeker in all. Or if you preferred cheer for Denis." He chuckled to himself.
"God, you know about that too. Bloody hell." How had every body heard this before me?
" Any way I would be nice if you showed up tomorrow. I must be going to. I'll see you then?" He stood up and waited for my reply I wasn't sure when he would ask again he wasn't much for begging or even putting himself on the line where I could easily say no and I didn't know the next time he would ask.
"Yes I'll bring Syrah. Okay." With that I thought I saw something like a small smile go across his serious feature for a fraction of a second as he turned and walked away.