Disclaimer: Tom Riddle, Professor Binns and Minerva McGonagal don't belong to me.
FEELINGS YOU CAN'T DENY
Chapter Four: The Accident
When I finally got out of Professor Binns' class, I was carrying five, foot-long rolls of parchment. Clarissa was sitting, waiting, outside the classroom. Subsequently, Clarissa had fallen asleep and her glasses were in her lap. I smiled down at her and shook her shoulders. She snorted awake.
"Oh, Lina," Clarissa yawned, climbing to her feet. "Are you done?"
"Yeah," I laughed.
Clarissa put her glasses on and looked down the corridor.
"Guess what?" I said excitedly. "I have a date with Tom Riddle."
"You're kidding!" Clarissa screamed.
"It's not exactly a date," I admitted. "It's more of he's helping me with my homework for the last couple of months."
"You have to tell me every detail," Clarissa insisted.
"Nothing is going to happen," I told her wryly.
"Hey, Lina!" Someone yelled from down the hall.
Clarissa and I spun around to see Tom Riddle coming down the corridor. Clarissa began pinching my arm excitedly.
"Lina," Tom said, walking right up to me, "I'm so very sorry, but I have to delay our date for an hour. Ernie Rock decided that we should have an extra Quidditch practice today since tomorrow will be our first Quidditch match of the year. So I'll have to meet you at about five o'clock. I'm so sorry."
**I'd do anything
I'd give you my world
I'd wait forever
To be your girl
Just call on my name
And I will be there
Just to show you
How much I care**
-"Born to Make You Happy"
"That's fine," I blurted.
Clarissa seemed about ready to faint.
"Good," Tom began, smiling confidently. "I'll meet you in the library then."
"Sure," I giggled.
"See ya," Tom said as he walked away.
"You are so lucky," Clarissa sighed.
I felt myself blushing.
**************
After my last class of the day, I started toward Hufflepuff Hall. After all, I had an hour to kill and three tons of homework to do. I only needed help with the hands-on stuff. My History of Magic and Defense Against Dark Arts reports could be done without Tom.
I passed a window as I neared Hufflepuff Hall. I couldn't help but peek out at the Quidditch field. After all, there was no better Quidditch player then Tom Riddle. I was too far away to make out which player was which. From that distance, I wouldn't be able to tell Tom Riddle from Minnie McGonagal. The stands called to me. Would it be horrible if I took one little break from my endless studying?
I reached the Quidditch field in record time. I was sure to feel silly sitting alone in the stands, so I decided to just watch from the sidelines. They seemed to be doing a strategy I had never seen before. I wasn't very sports-minded, but from what I understood, the Beaters were being assigned. One was standing guard by the Seeker and the other focused totally on the Keeper. It seemed like a stupid idea to me. Who would protect the Chasers like Tom? Once the other team saw their setup, they are sure to aim bludgers just at the Chasers because they're unprotected.
Sure enough, a bludger whizzed across the field and hit one of the Chasers in the head. Ouch! It was just before he hit the ground that I noticed it was Tom. Overwhelmed with worry, I ran on to the field. By that time, his fellow teammates were crowded around him.
"Someone get Madam Sadie," Ernie Rock ordered.
The Slytherin Seeker ran off toward the castle. That left me with a way to get through them to Tom. I knelt down beside him and scanned a large red spot that covered an area from his ear to his eye. It was starting to bruise a plum color.
"Tom," I whispered, gently combing the black hairs from his face.
He didn't even stir.
**I say a little prayer for you
Forever and ever
You'll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever
We never will part
Oh, how I love you
Forever and ever
That's how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me**
-"Say A Little Prayer"
"Why didn't you have the Chasers protected?" I shouted at the captain.
"I thought the Chasers were skilled enough to watch for and avoid the bludgers," Rock excused. "Tom should have been able to dodge that bludger."
"You're blaming him for this?" I asked, disgusted. "The whole point of Beaters is to protect the other positions, including Chasers!"
"She's right, Rock," a Beater sided. "We should have been protecting him. It wasn't a good idea to have us just be bodyguards."
"Fine then!" Rock snapped. "Do it anyway you want to."
Rock turned and left the field. Just then, the Seeker arrived with Madam Sadie. I stood back so that Madam Sadie could examine Tom.
"I'll need to take him up to the hospital wing," she said rather quietly.
Madam Sadie conjured up a stretcher and levitated Tom onto it. I followed her to the castle. As she went up the Main Staircase, she turned back to me.
"It would be easiest to treat him if no one else was around," Madam Sadie explained. "Visiting hours will start at six."
I nodded.
**************
At dinner, I wasn't hungry. All I could think of was Tom and that scathing bruise. It was absolutely horrible. I was so nervous about the whole thing that I felt nauseous.
"He'll be alright," Clarissa assured. "He's Tom Riddle after all. Nothing could keep him bedridden."
I let out a worried sigh and lay my head on the table.
"When can you go see him?" Clarissa asked.
"Six o'clock," I muttered.
"It's nearly that time now," Clarissa pointed out. "Get some food in you, then go see him. Once you see he's perfectly fine, you'll feel better."
I looked at my plate and started feeling nauseous again. Deciding that it would be visiting time by the time I got up to the hospital wing, I started off. Clarissa had complained about me not eating first, but she'd always been a worry wart.
As I neared the hospital wing, I could hear voices. Having overwhelming curiosity, I listened to the door.
"I've got to get a message to Lina," Tom insisted. "She'll think I stood her up. Please, get me an owl."
"Don't worry," Madam Sadie pleaded. "Calm down. You'll make yourself worse."
"But Lina-" Tom began.
"Knows exactly where you are," Madam Sadie told him. "She accompanied me from the Quidditch field."
"You mean she saw the fall?" Tom groaned.
**Wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love's coming down like rain**
-"Rain"
I slowly pushed opened the door. Madam Sadie stood near a bed not too far from where I stood. Tom sat up and stared at me.
"Visiting hours yet?" I asked.
"Sure," Madam Sadie said pleasantly, walking passed me to her office.
I walked up to Tom's bed and sat at the foot.
"Does it look bad?" Tom asked, touching the now light brown bruise.
"It looks a whole lot better than it did two hours ago," I told him, smiling.
"Madam Sadie put this weird Emu oil on it," Tom explained.
"I think it'll be completely gone by tomorrow," I commented.
"I surely hope so," Tom breathed.
"I hope you guys won't use that play tomorrow," I said.
"I don't know if we will," Tom admitted. "Lina, I'm sorry that I couldn't help you do homework."
"Don't worry about it," I insisted. "I'll catch up over Christmas break."
"Without me?" Tom asked with fraudulent sadness. "I'm hurt."
I smiled wryly.
"We have time before Christmas," Tom informed. "We can still have a study session."
"Whenever you feel up to it," I told him.
"Tomorrow would be good," Tom began. "No, wait! The Quidditch match. How about Monday?"
"Got a busy weekend?" I asked.
"Hogsmeade!" Tom exclaimed.
I laughed at him.
"It's nearly seven," Madam Sadie informed.
"I'd better get back to Hufflepuff house and get some reports in before bed," I told Tom.
"Just leaving me to spend the night in the drafty, dark hospital wing alone?" Tom asked, sounding disappointed.
"Awh, does ickle Tommy need a night light?" I teased.
"That deserves a pillow," Tom threatened, grabbing one from behind him and readying to hit me with it.
"Mr. Riddle!" Shouted Madam Sadie.
"You are so lucky she was watching," Tom muttered as he replaced the pillow behind him.
"Ha ha!" I gloated.
Tom glared at me playfully.
"Well," I began, standing up," I guess I'll be off."
"Going to the game?" Tom queried.
"I don't know," I said honestly.
"I'll lose if I don't see you in the stands," Tom promised.
"Don't look," I warned. "You're likely to bump into something."
"Please say you'll be there," Tom begged.
"I'll think about it," I promised.
Tom fell back in his bed as if I had stabbed him with a knife.
"I've really got to go now," I insisted, turning. "Bye."
As I walked toward the exit, I could almost feel his eyes staring after me.
**I have broken all the rules of love
I never dreamed that I could come this far
And now I'm lost in my emotion
You're becoming my devotion
There's nothing I can do
To stop this love for you**
-"Heaven's What I Feel"
A/N: I haven't got the slightest idea how old McGonagal is so I made her Tom Riddle's age. And Minnie is short for Minerva.
A/N: I don't know how long it'll take me to write the next chapter. I'm haing a short of block of ideas. I try to write it as soon as I can.
FEELINGS YOU CAN'T DENY
Chapter Four: The Accident
When I finally got out of Professor Binns' class, I was carrying five, foot-long rolls of parchment. Clarissa was sitting, waiting, outside the classroom. Subsequently, Clarissa had fallen asleep and her glasses were in her lap. I smiled down at her and shook her shoulders. She snorted awake.
"Oh, Lina," Clarissa yawned, climbing to her feet. "Are you done?"
"Yeah," I laughed.
Clarissa put her glasses on and looked down the corridor.
"Guess what?" I said excitedly. "I have a date with Tom Riddle."
"You're kidding!" Clarissa screamed.
"It's not exactly a date," I admitted. "It's more of he's helping me with my homework for the last couple of months."
"You have to tell me every detail," Clarissa insisted.
"Nothing is going to happen," I told her wryly.
"Hey, Lina!" Someone yelled from down the hall.
Clarissa and I spun around to see Tom Riddle coming down the corridor. Clarissa began pinching my arm excitedly.
"Lina," Tom said, walking right up to me, "I'm so very sorry, but I have to delay our date for an hour. Ernie Rock decided that we should have an extra Quidditch practice today since tomorrow will be our first Quidditch match of the year. So I'll have to meet you at about five o'clock. I'm so sorry."
**I'd do anything
I'd give you my world
I'd wait forever
To be your girl
Just call on my name
And I will be there
Just to show you
How much I care**
-"Born to Make You Happy"
"That's fine," I blurted.
Clarissa seemed about ready to faint.
"Good," Tom began, smiling confidently. "I'll meet you in the library then."
"Sure," I giggled.
"See ya," Tom said as he walked away.
"You are so lucky," Clarissa sighed.
I felt myself blushing.
**************
After my last class of the day, I started toward Hufflepuff Hall. After all, I had an hour to kill and three tons of homework to do. I only needed help with the hands-on stuff. My History of Magic and Defense Against Dark Arts reports could be done without Tom.
I passed a window as I neared Hufflepuff Hall. I couldn't help but peek out at the Quidditch field. After all, there was no better Quidditch player then Tom Riddle. I was too far away to make out which player was which. From that distance, I wouldn't be able to tell Tom Riddle from Minnie McGonagal. The stands called to me. Would it be horrible if I took one little break from my endless studying?
I reached the Quidditch field in record time. I was sure to feel silly sitting alone in the stands, so I decided to just watch from the sidelines. They seemed to be doing a strategy I had never seen before. I wasn't very sports-minded, but from what I understood, the Beaters were being assigned. One was standing guard by the Seeker and the other focused totally on the Keeper. It seemed like a stupid idea to me. Who would protect the Chasers like Tom? Once the other team saw their setup, they are sure to aim bludgers just at the Chasers because they're unprotected.
Sure enough, a bludger whizzed across the field and hit one of the Chasers in the head. Ouch! It was just before he hit the ground that I noticed it was Tom. Overwhelmed with worry, I ran on to the field. By that time, his fellow teammates were crowded around him.
"Someone get Madam Sadie," Ernie Rock ordered.
The Slytherin Seeker ran off toward the castle. That left me with a way to get through them to Tom. I knelt down beside him and scanned a large red spot that covered an area from his ear to his eye. It was starting to bruise a plum color.
"Tom," I whispered, gently combing the black hairs from his face.
He didn't even stir.
**I say a little prayer for you
Forever and ever
You'll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever
We never will part
Oh, how I love you
Forever and ever
That's how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me**
-"Say A Little Prayer"
"Why didn't you have the Chasers protected?" I shouted at the captain.
"I thought the Chasers were skilled enough to watch for and avoid the bludgers," Rock excused. "Tom should have been able to dodge that bludger."
"You're blaming him for this?" I asked, disgusted. "The whole point of Beaters is to protect the other positions, including Chasers!"
"She's right, Rock," a Beater sided. "We should have been protecting him. It wasn't a good idea to have us just be bodyguards."
"Fine then!" Rock snapped. "Do it anyway you want to."
Rock turned and left the field. Just then, the Seeker arrived with Madam Sadie. I stood back so that Madam Sadie could examine Tom.
"I'll need to take him up to the hospital wing," she said rather quietly.
Madam Sadie conjured up a stretcher and levitated Tom onto it. I followed her to the castle. As she went up the Main Staircase, she turned back to me.
"It would be easiest to treat him if no one else was around," Madam Sadie explained. "Visiting hours will start at six."
I nodded.
**************
At dinner, I wasn't hungry. All I could think of was Tom and that scathing bruise. It was absolutely horrible. I was so nervous about the whole thing that I felt nauseous.
"He'll be alright," Clarissa assured. "He's Tom Riddle after all. Nothing could keep him bedridden."
I let out a worried sigh and lay my head on the table.
"When can you go see him?" Clarissa asked.
"Six o'clock," I muttered.
"It's nearly that time now," Clarissa pointed out. "Get some food in you, then go see him. Once you see he's perfectly fine, you'll feel better."
I looked at my plate and started feeling nauseous again. Deciding that it would be visiting time by the time I got up to the hospital wing, I started off. Clarissa had complained about me not eating first, but she'd always been a worry wart.
As I neared the hospital wing, I could hear voices. Having overwhelming curiosity, I listened to the door.
"I've got to get a message to Lina," Tom insisted. "She'll think I stood her up. Please, get me an owl."
"Don't worry," Madam Sadie pleaded. "Calm down. You'll make yourself worse."
"But Lina-" Tom began.
"Knows exactly where you are," Madam Sadie told him. "She accompanied me from the Quidditch field."
"You mean she saw the fall?" Tom groaned.
**Wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love's coming down like rain**
-"Rain"
I slowly pushed opened the door. Madam Sadie stood near a bed not too far from where I stood. Tom sat up and stared at me.
"Visiting hours yet?" I asked.
"Sure," Madam Sadie said pleasantly, walking passed me to her office.
I walked up to Tom's bed and sat at the foot.
"Does it look bad?" Tom asked, touching the now light brown bruise.
"It looks a whole lot better than it did two hours ago," I told him, smiling.
"Madam Sadie put this weird Emu oil on it," Tom explained.
"I think it'll be completely gone by tomorrow," I commented.
"I surely hope so," Tom breathed.
"I hope you guys won't use that play tomorrow," I said.
"I don't know if we will," Tom admitted. "Lina, I'm sorry that I couldn't help you do homework."
"Don't worry about it," I insisted. "I'll catch up over Christmas break."
"Without me?" Tom asked with fraudulent sadness. "I'm hurt."
I smiled wryly.
"We have time before Christmas," Tom informed. "We can still have a study session."
"Whenever you feel up to it," I told him.
"Tomorrow would be good," Tom began. "No, wait! The Quidditch match. How about Monday?"
"Got a busy weekend?" I asked.
"Hogsmeade!" Tom exclaimed.
I laughed at him.
"It's nearly seven," Madam Sadie informed.
"I'd better get back to Hufflepuff house and get some reports in before bed," I told Tom.
"Just leaving me to spend the night in the drafty, dark hospital wing alone?" Tom asked, sounding disappointed.
"Awh, does ickle Tommy need a night light?" I teased.
"That deserves a pillow," Tom threatened, grabbing one from behind him and readying to hit me with it.
"Mr. Riddle!" Shouted Madam Sadie.
"You are so lucky she was watching," Tom muttered as he replaced the pillow behind him.
"Ha ha!" I gloated.
Tom glared at me playfully.
"Well," I began, standing up," I guess I'll be off."
"Going to the game?" Tom queried.
"I don't know," I said honestly.
"I'll lose if I don't see you in the stands," Tom promised.
"Don't look," I warned. "You're likely to bump into something."
"Please say you'll be there," Tom begged.
"I'll think about it," I promised.
Tom fell back in his bed as if I had stabbed him with a knife.
"I've really got to go now," I insisted, turning. "Bye."
As I walked toward the exit, I could almost feel his eyes staring after me.
**I have broken all the rules of love
I never dreamed that I could come this far
And now I'm lost in my emotion
You're becoming my devotion
There's nothing I can do
To stop this love for you**
-"Heaven's What I Feel"
A/N: I haven't got the slightest idea how old McGonagal is so I made her Tom Riddle's age. And Minnie is short for Minerva.
A/N: I don't know how long it'll take me to write the next chapter. I'm haing a short of block of ideas. I try to write it as soon as I can.