'A Misunderstanding'
It had been months since I'd slept in my own bed; well, namely three, as it was now the first of November. Turns out I was quite bright when it came to the academic side of magic; and I was quite good at the practical too.
Why the hell was I not sucked into that blasted computer sooner? I'm better off here; a place of comfort. Hm, maybe this was destiny? And I have been spending far too much time in that highly perfumed Divination room. Blasted Divination; why did I take that subject? Oh yeah; so I can try and change the future. Heck, if I'm stuck here I might as well make a difference, right?
Tommy boy is in every single one of my classes; coincidence? I think not! I'm not joking either. He's in Potions, Defence, Charms, Transfiguration, and Ancient Runes, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology and Arithmancy. It's insane! I bet this was Dumbledore's doing, that sly old dog.
Oh well, it's not like I mind, is it? Anna's in most of my classes; and by most I mean all of them except three: Divination, Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes.
"So much for a degree in English and Drama huh," I muttered to myself as I lay sprawled across my bed in the Gryffindor Girls' dorms. Anna laughed at me, her homework spread across the floor; covering every inch of the wooden flooring. We were lucky to have this dorm to ourselves, being the only two Gryffindor Girls in our year. I found that quite odd; but it turns out that Maria Gold, Anna's best friend, transferred to that sexy French magic school last year; thus leaving Anna on her own.
It also surprised me when I found out that Anna understood what I meant by wanting a degree being as she's a half-blood witch. I think that's pretty cool, I've met someone here in crazy town who understands me. FINALLY; I was getting worried that I was the only insane one here; excluding dearest Tommy boy; of course.
"You keep mentioning that every five minutes Emmy; why don't you do something constructive? Like your potions homework?" Anna suggested with a grin, using the nickname she'd 'created' as she liked shortening down peoples' names; I didn't dare tell her that some people already call it me. No need to ruin her dreams, right? I scowled at her. That piece of shit was the hardest piece of shit I have ever received as homework. And I was a freaking late bloomer! Though, I was some-what top of every class; again excluding Tommy boy.
"Do my potions homework? Are you crazy? That thing is really hard!" I wailed, waving my arms around as I tried to explain how hard the thing really was. "That, my friend, is because you're really smart and you have Riddle as a potions partner," Anna pointed out, still grinning madly.
I groaned; she was right. Damn you Tommy boy! Why'd you have to be so darn smart? I pinched my eyebrows together with my finger and thumb, "Okay fine, I'll do that blasted homework. I'll just get Tommy boy to help me out," I muttered, rolling off my bed and onto the floor.
"See you later Emmy! Good luck with your date." Anna called after me, snickering. I rolled my eyes; asking for help with homework is not classified as a date, no matter what Annie said. Okay, yes, Tom Riddle was gorgeous, and I like him a lot; but that's because I know his character…kind of. I used to write about him a lot; of course I was going to fall for his irresistible charms. Damn my hormones.
I bounded down the stairs with an insane amount of enthusiasm; which was natural for me, only because I knew that I was going to be stalking Tommy boy and begging for help with homework. Sounds fun, right? I believe it is.
I reached the bottom of the staircase and I landed into something, or someone, with a loud THUD!
I clasped my hands to my mouth, "I am so incredibly sorry; I'm such a klutz when my heads in the clouds, y'know?" I rambled on, continuously muttering my apology. A pair of mesmerising pale blue eyes twinkled beautifully at me, "That's quite alright White; it was my fault, I also, wasn't looking where I was going," A male voice purred delightfully.
I smiled at the strangely hot male in front of me; what was his name again? Tim, Jim? Fred, Bob? He shared Potions and Defence with me; oh God what the hell was his name? I scrunched up my face in concentration and confusion. Dammit, what was his name?
"I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name," I sighed pathetically, pulling an apologetic face. He merely chuckled; am I really that stupid?
"Shane Valberg,"
I knew it! Okay, so I lied again; but his name certainly rings a bell. "You're in two of my classes, right?" I asked him politely, though I knew he was. A face as pretty as his I'd certainly remember.
"Yes, Defence and Potions. You sit next to Riddle in both classes," He replied; was it me or did his voice sound a little bit bitter? "Where're you off to in such a hurry?"
I waved my hand about, "Off to stalk Tommy boy; going to ask if he can help with my potions homework; only because he's too much of a clever git to bother taking my own intelligence into consideration." I ranted on, rolling me eyes occasionally.
Shane laughed at me; I guess he found my idiocy amusing. Huh, how odd. "I'll help you find him if you want?" He asked kindly, and I gladly accepted his offer.
We left the Common Room together, chatting away animatedly about everything and anything; hobbies, interests, music tastes etcetera. I had changed out of my school uniform after dinner, which was two hours ago (it ended at seven). My skirt was fairly short, charcoal black coloured with red and green flecks scattered across it; with it I was wearing a simple black band t-shirt (AC/DC); multi-coloured bracelets up my left arm; knee high red and black socks and my usual converse. I'd also added more kohl round my eyes; because I thought the eyeliner wasn't thick enough; and in my defence, it really wasn't.
"Riddle's a prefect, so he's bound to be around here somewhere," Shane murmured softly in my ear as we entered the seventh floor corridor. I shuddered as his cool breath tickled my skin. Eek, what's going on?
"Shane?" I questioned, and before I knew it I was pressed up against the wall. I squeaked stupidly; and I was slightly taken back at his abrupt actions, what the hell did he want?
"You know, in this outfit of yours, you're quite alluring," He purred in my ear, dipping his head lower to cover the side of my face and neck in soft kisses. My eyes widened in shock, what was he doing? His hand slid slowly up the side of my left leg and I was frozen. This was bad, vey bad; so why couldn't I move?
Shit; this was such a bad time to become a gutless chicken.
"What…what're you doing?" I breathed shakily. Fuck this shit, where's my wand? My back pocket; and Valberg has my arms pressed up against the wall tightly. Dammit. I need something like a hero right now; anyone…
"What the devil is going on here?" A familiar velvety voice demanded. I breathed a sigh in relief as Valberg sprung off me. It was Tommy boy; oh thank God. "T-tommy boy, there you are thank—"
"Save it White; I know exactly what was going on," Tommy boy snarled nastily, making my flinch at his harshness. He knew what was going on? I frowned at him, not exactly getting what he meant.
"Shane Valberg is your boyfriend, and I walked in on a fondling session; how romantic," He sneered; and my eyes widened. It wasn't like that; at all.
"No, Tom—"
"Don't talk to me," He snapped; and I couldn't take it anymore, I could feel the hurting, my heart slowly breaking. Though why it was breaking now was beyond me. I was new to all of this, to feeling something more than friendship; not that I could say that we were friends; but we were friendly enough. At least, I thought we were. Yes, we've known each other all of three months; but I was the kind of girl who fell in love easily; thus meaning I was the kind of girl who got her heart broken, a lot.
I shook my head, not wanting to believe this, and without thinking, sprinted away from the corridor screaming; "TOM RIDDLE I FUCKING HATE YOU!" Knowing that Shane Valberg probably had a huge ass smirk plastered across that perverted face of his; I hate them both. Why didn't Riddle use his eyes properly? Did he not see that I didn't like any of that? That I don't like Valberg that way?
That the one my heart wants is him?
Ouch; so mean. Tommy Tom Tom you're so cruel to our heroine. Ah well; this was bound to happen soon, and now I get to write a chapter where he finds out her feelings; yay! But they won't act on it yet, because Tommy boy's heartless, well, kind of. He'll think it's a simple infatuation and brush it off; but what happens when he realises that it's actaully love he feels? Will he distance himself from her? Who knows?
Not I.
/shifty eyes.
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