'Her Voice'
Tom Riddle
Yes, I am walking through labyrinths upon labyrinths of corridors at nine thirty in the evening; yes, I am looking for Miss White. Why? Because I am; she's a girl who's caught my attention. She's odd, intelligent; quite attractive, has nice hair, and her mind intrigues me. There's so much that I don't know about her, and strangely, I want to know more. I don't know what's come over me; but I want to know absolutely everything about her.
That and I needed to apologise to her. I saw everything in Valberg's mind; after so usefully using Legilimency on the twat and found out what actually happened. Her words stung me harshly; and I wanted to know why my comments had affected her so. It's not like we'd never had an argument before; because they were a daily occurrence. I guess I got things wrong this time; and I hated being in the wrong.
The charms corridor was ringing with a beautiful sound as I approached it. Huh. What's going on? Strolling swiftly along the corridor, I could still hear the strange sound. It was a delightful sound; lyrically pleasing. Still searching for the source of this melodically sweet reverberation, I realised that my mind kept wondering off to Emily; wondering what she's doing now, if she was alright and where she was. Where is that girl?
The sound got louder as I reached the secluded music room; is Professor Flitwick rehearsing with the school choir again tonight? I wasn't aware of this. Slowly, I walked towards the classroom and peered through the half closed door. Emily was sitting in there, her fingers tracing along the keys of the piano sitting in the centre of the tiny room.
I held my breath; the beautiful music was coming from her? Did she get permission from Flitwick to use this? Obviously not; not this quick after running away from me.
I was determined to storm in there and apologise quickly and then leave; when a sweet tinkling sound met my ears.
"I've seen his face, I've heard his name.
I've lost my place and he's to blame;
And I can't stand it, when I'm staring in his eyes,
and he's not looking back, it's not a big surprise.
I've heard music, I've heard noise
I wish that he could hear his voice; the way that I do,
When I go to sleep at night, and dream my life away, but he's gone when I awake."
Her voice…it was beautiful; and quite tuneful for a girl who screeches and wails a lot. I was impressed; but who is this guy she's singing about? I was fascinated with this song of hers, so I decided to stay put and eavesdrop on her. I wasn't expecting to hear what I heard.
"Tom-my, Tom-my, why can't you see-e?
What you're doing to me-e.
The way his hair falls in his eyes,
Makes me wonder if he'll, ever see through my disguise
And I'm under his spell.
Everything is falling and I don't know where to land,
Everyone knows who he is,
But they don't know who I am."
I listened intently as she played amazingly on the old school piano and sung her dear heart out about me. Was she in love with me? Hmm…I wonder. She was under my spell? What spell? I hadn't cast anything! Not on her anyway.
"Tom-my, Tom-my, why can't you see-e?
What you're doing to me-e
I see you laughing with your friends,
And even when you're just standing there;
You take away my breath.
And maybe… someday you'll hear my song and understand that all along,
There's something more than I'm trying to saa-aay, when I say:
Tom-my!
Tom-my!
Why can't you see-e? What you're doing to me,
What you're doing to me,"
For the first time in my life; I was totally and completely breathless. I was amazed that a girl like her; a Gryffindor maniac would fall in love with me; actually, no I wasn't, but you get what I mean. I was trying to be sentimental.
I gritted my teeth as I heard a stifled sob from inside; and I realized that she was crying. The last time she had cried was because of them gits she called friends; was this time because of me? I didn't like it when she cried; I felt strange pangs in my chest, and I didn't like it.
Deciding to just walk in there; I waltzed in pretending that I heard nothing; just the piano playing. "There you are," I called; and she turned away from me.
"Go away Riddle; I don't want to speak to you. I don't even want to see you ever again."
I scowled; now she was being extremely childish. "I was going to apologize for what I had said; but I don't think I'll bother," I remarked, and she shrugged.
She just shrugged. WHAT?
"Fine; I don't care anymore," Was her simple reply; and she didn't bother talking to me again after that. Oh things really have gone downhill from here.
Oh well; she'll talk to me eventually, she always does.
Yes I know this chapter was extremely short; but it was rushed, well, I think it was rushed. I have two versions of this chapter, and I don't know which one I like better; so I've posted the other one as a one-shot. Check it out from my profile; it's titled 'Her Voice.' Same as the chapter title; obviously.
Now we're getting somewhere; Emily knows her feelings for our bad boy, and he knows of them too; but does he feel the same? Will he seduce her? What's going to happen next?
Would you like my honest answer?
I don't have a freakin' clue :)
Disclaimer: I don't own this song. I changed some of the lyrics around; as this is a mixture of Darren Criss's songs 'Sami' and 'Harry'; thus creating 'Tommy'. No copyright infringment was intended. Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter either; though I wish I did.
Read and review dearest readers!
imafeckingstarr xxx