A/N: This is a short chapter. I am having trouble with writing since I am working on so many stories at once.
Disclaimer: Tom Riddle, Albus Dumbledore, Armondo Dippet, Professor Binns and Gandalf the Great don't belong to me.
FEELINGS YOU CAN'T DENY
Chapter Three: Being Late
My eyelids inched open. My whole body felt sore and in need of just a little bit more rest. After burning the midnight oil over my homework, I was entitled to a few extra minutes in bed. Of course, I knew a few more minutes would lead to more time then I had to waste. Slowly, I pulled myself from my bed and got to my tired feet. As I dressed, I could barely keep my eyes open.
I entered the common room slothfully. To my surprise, not a person occupied the room. All the wrap around couches and working areas were bare. This was curious. Where was everyone? Did I sleep in that late? Quickly, I turned and glanced up at the clock over the fireplace.
"Eleven thirty!" I yelled.
I was late for my second class of the day. With out even taking the time to grab my book bag, I sprinted out of the common room. I passed many classrooms, at a run, on my way to the History of Magic class. The students looked at me as I passed each class. Everyone in the school knew that I was late.
I reached the History of Magic room and burst in. Standing breathing, I glanced around the room. Everyone was staring at me. All I could do was smile.
"Sorry, Professor Binns," I said to the teacher as I went to my seat. "I slept in."
Professor Binns glared at me over his pointed nose, "Miss Shay, if you're having a hard time getting up then maybe you should go to bed at a decent time."
He turned toward the board and continued to write notes about the Great Battle of Ecknod. Clarissa leaned over to me.
"What happened?" She asked. "You look like you just survived a tornado."
"Someone didn't wake me up!" I shot at her.
"You were up all night," Clarissa informed, straightening her glasses, "I thought you could use a bit more shut eye."
"I'm never going to get caught up with all my classes," I groaned, leaning back in my chair.
"Sorry," she said simply, turning her attention back to Professor Binns.
It was then that I realized that I had left all of my things back in the common room. I looked down at my empty desk and groaned. Today was not my day.
"Clarissa, d'you have an extra quill and some parchment?" I asked in a hushed tone.
Clarissa handed me a few pieces of parchment from her packet.
"What about a quill?" I said.
"Can't help you there," she muttered.
"Use one of mine," someone behind me offered, setting at long eagle-feather quill on my shoulder.
I glanced behind me as I took the quill. It was Tom Riddle. He smiled at me kindly, his handsome blue eyes looking straight at me.
**"Everytime you look at me
My heart is jumping
It's easy to see
Loving you means so much more
More then anyhting I've ever done before**
-"Crazy"
"Thanks," I whispered, most likely blushing like crazy.
"No problem," he smiled.
I smiled back and turned around. Clarissa raised her eyebrows at me, giggling.
"General Cauggin Renfendal led the march on Ecknod Hill," Professor Binns droned. "He was quoted to have said, 'In my career at the ministry, I have never been so determined to accomplish something.' End quote."
Professor Binns stopped and looked over my head, "Yes, Mr. Riddle."
"Do we need to know that quote for the exams?" Tom asked.
"No," Binns answered solemnly.
I looked over my shoulder at Tom. He was leaning over his parchment and writing notes. his eye suddenly glanced up from his notes and met with mine. Quickly, I returned my attention to the teacher. It was so weird having Tom sitting right behind me. This strange shiver went up my spine and I felt my palms sweating. I felt like Tom was staring at the back of my head or something. I hoped that my hair looked alright.
When Professor Binns dismissed class, I stood up and waited for Clarissa to get her things together. Glancing back at Tom, I noticed he was hesitating. Tom was still screwing on his ink bottle lid when Clarissa was ready to go. I followed Clarissa to the door, blending with the crowd of students.
"Miss Shay," Professor Binns called.
I left Clarissa's side and returned to the front of the room and Binns' desk.
"You have an hour until your next class," Binns informed. "I suggest you use that time to get extra notes for the exams."
"Yes, Sir," I mumbled, walking back to my seat.
Tom was just packing his book and parchment into his bag when I approached. He looked up at me.
"Here's you quill," I blurted, holding the quill out toward him.
"Keep it," he allowed, smiling. "You'll need it."
"Thank you," I stifled a giggle.
"Good luck on your notes," he wished. "And it'd help if you could get to class on time."
"It wasn't my fault," I assured him. "I was up all night writing a Care of Magical Creatures essay and working on my everlasting curses. And then there's those two incantations I have to learn for Transfiguration. For Herbology, I have to-"
"That's enough," Tom laughed. "You have a lot to catch up on."
I nodded.
"I guess I'll leave you to your notes then," He said, bowing slightly.
I watched him turn and walk out to the door. As he reached the threshold, he stopped and looked back.
"Tell you what," he began, "I am ahead in all my subjects so how about we meet in the library and I can help you with your assignment?"
I wasn't sure what to say. The great Tom Riddle was offering to help me with my work. I was absolutely stunned, too stunned to talk. So I nodded, smiling stupidly.
"Great," he smiled, "after classes then? It's a date."
Tom headed back out the door.
I stood staring after him. Date? Did he say date? I was going on a date with Tom Riddle? I felt like screaming, giggling, and fainting all at once.
"Miss Shay!" Professor Binns exclaimed. "Will you kindly pay attention. You cannot pass the exams without knowing about Gandalf the Great." (A/N: He He)
"Sorry, Sir," I apologized, setting myself at my desk.
As the teacher prattled on, I wrote every word. Suddenly, my waving quill caught my eye, Tom's quill. I smiled, wondering what might happen that night. We could get off the subject of my homework and talk on and on. Finally, he would realize that we were absolutely perfect for each other. I sighed.
**Baby, I'm so into you
You've got that something
What can I do
Baby, you spin me around
The earth is moving
But I can't feel the ground**
-"Crazy"
Disclaimer: Tom Riddle, Albus Dumbledore, Armondo Dippet, Professor Binns and Gandalf the Great don't belong to me.
FEELINGS YOU CAN'T DENY
Chapter Three: Being Late
My eyelids inched open. My whole body felt sore and in need of just a little bit more rest. After burning the midnight oil over my homework, I was entitled to a few extra minutes in bed. Of course, I knew a few more minutes would lead to more time then I had to waste. Slowly, I pulled myself from my bed and got to my tired feet. As I dressed, I could barely keep my eyes open.
I entered the common room slothfully. To my surprise, not a person occupied the room. All the wrap around couches and working areas were bare. This was curious. Where was everyone? Did I sleep in that late? Quickly, I turned and glanced up at the clock over the fireplace.
"Eleven thirty!" I yelled.
I was late for my second class of the day. With out even taking the time to grab my book bag, I sprinted out of the common room. I passed many classrooms, at a run, on my way to the History of Magic class. The students looked at me as I passed each class. Everyone in the school knew that I was late.
I reached the History of Magic room and burst in. Standing breathing, I glanced around the room. Everyone was staring at me. All I could do was smile.
"Sorry, Professor Binns," I said to the teacher as I went to my seat. "I slept in."
Professor Binns glared at me over his pointed nose, "Miss Shay, if you're having a hard time getting up then maybe you should go to bed at a decent time."
He turned toward the board and continued to write notes about the Great Battle of Ecknod. Clarissa leaned over to me.
"What happened?" She asked. "You look like you just survived a tornado."
"Someone didn't wake me up!" I shot at her.
"You were up all night," Clarissa informed, straightening her glasses, "I thought you could use a bit more shut eye."
"I'm never going to get caught up with all my classes," I groaned, leaning back in my chair.
"Sorry," she said simply, turning her attention back to Professor Binns.
It was then that I realized that I had left all of my things back in the common room. I looked down at my empty desk and groaned. Today was not my day.
"Clarissa, d'you have an extra quill and some parchment?" I asked in a hushed tone.
Clarissa handed me a few pieces of parchment from her packet.
"What about a quill?" I said.
"Can't help you there," she muttered.
"Use one of mine," someone behind me offered, setting at long eagle-feather quill on my shoulder.
I glanced behind me as I took the quill. It was Tom Riddle. He smiled at me kindly, his handsome blue eyes looking straight at me.
**"Everytime you look at me
My heart is jumping
It's easy to see
Loving you means so much more
More then anyhting I've ever done before**
-"Crazy"
"Thanks," I whispered, most likely blushing like crazy.
"No problem," he smiled.
I smiled back and turned around. Clarissa raised her eyebrows at me, giggling.
"General Cauggin Renfendal led the march on Ecknod Hill," Professor Binns droned. "He was quoted to have said, 'In my career at the ministry, I have never been so determined to accomplish something.' End quote."
Professor Binns stopped and looked over my head, "Yes, Mr. Riddle."
"Do we need to know that quote for the exams?" Tom asked.
"No," Binns answered solemnly.
I looked over my shoulder at Tom. He was leaning over his parchment and writing notes. his eye suddenly glanced up from his notes and met with mine. Quickly, I returned my attention to the teacher. It was so weird having Tom sitting right behind me. This strange shiver went up my spine and I felt my palms sweating. I felt like Tom was staring at the back of my head or something. I hoped that my hair looked alright.
When Professor Binns dismissed class, I stood up and waited for Clarissa to get her things together. Glancing back at Tom, I noticed he was hesitating. Tom was still screwing on his ink bottle lid when Clarissa was ready to go. I followed Clarissa to the door, blending with the crowd of students.
"Miss Shay," Professor Binns called.
I left Clarissa's side and returned to the front of the room and Binns' desk.
"You have an hour until your next class," Binns informed. "I suggest you use that time to get extra notes for the exams."
"Yes, Sir," I mumbled, walking back to my seat.
Tom was just packing his book and parchment into his bag when I approached. He looked up at me.
"Here's you quill," I blurted, holding the quill out toward him.
"Keep it," he allowed, smiling. "You'll need it."
"Thank you," I stifled a giggle.
"Good luck on your notes," he wished. "And it'd help if you could get to class on time."
"It wasn't my fault," I assured him. "I was up all night writing a Care of Magical Creatures essay and working on my everlasting curses. And then there's those two incantations I have to learn for Transfiguration. For Herbology, I have to-"
"That's enough," Tom laughed. "You have a lot to catch up on."
I nodded.
"I guess I'll leave you to your notes then," He said, bowing slightly.
I watched him turn and walk out to the door. As he reached the threshold, he stopped and looked back.
"Tell you what," he began, "I am ahead in all my subjects so how about we meet in the library and I can help you with your assignment?"
I wasn't sure what to say. The great Tom Riddle was offering to help me with my work. I was absolutely stunned, too stunned to talk. So I nodded, smiling stupidly.
"Great," he smiled, "after classes then? It's a date."
Tom headed back out the door.
I stood staring after him. Date? Did he say date? I was going on a date with Tom Riddle? I felt like screaming, giggling, and fainting all at once.
"Miss Shay!" Professor Binns exclaimed. "Will you kindly pay attention. You cannot pass the exams without knowing about Gandalf the Great." (A/N: He He)
"Sorry, Sir," I apologized, setting myself at my desk.
As the teacher prattled on, I wrote every word. Suddenly, my waving quill caught my eye, Tom's quill. I smiled, wondering what might happen that night. We could get off the subject of my homework and talk on and on. Finally, he would realize that we were absolutely perfect for each other. I sighed.
**Baby, I'm so into you
You've got that something
What can I do
Baby, you spin me around
The earth is moving
But I can't feel the ground**
-"Crazy"