Disclaimer: Tom Riddle, Professor Binns and Minerva McGonagal don't belong to me.
FEELINGS YOU CAN'T DENY
Chapter Five: Quitting for Quidditch
Clarissa hopped up to me excitedly. I had been studying, if that's what you would call it, on my bed. Actually, my mind had wondered away from Potion ingredients and traveled to how handsome Tom had looked in the hospital wing the day before. Even with the bruise, Tom was the epitome of good looks. I could still remember how the black hairs fell over his forehead in a disheveled, yet hot, manner. And even during injury, Tom kept his wonderfully enchanting smile. Then Clarissa interrupted my thoughts.
"What's up?" I asked, seeing how excited she was.
"The Quidditch match is today!" she shouted. "C'mon, let's get out there and get good seats before they're taken."
I glanced up at her and smiled lightly.
"You aren't going?" Clarissa assumed. "But what about Tom-er-the team. It's bound to be an exciting one. And isn't Tom going to be looking for you?"
I lowered my eyes to my Potions book.
"I can't believe you're not going to support Tom!" Clarissa exclaimed, getting hysterical.
"I have millions of things to catch up on," I muttered, trying to focus on my Potions book.
"But we're talking about Tom Riddle!" Clarissa shouted.
**Chill out
What're you yelling for
Lay back
It's all been done before**
-"Complicated"
"Yes, you've said that," I informed her. "I understand that it's Tom. Everything is Tom! But a Quidditch game isn't crucial to life or anything else. It's just a game."
Clarissa just straightened her glasses and sat on the bed beside me.
"If you aren't going, then I'm not either," Clarissa stated stubbornly.
I just smiled at her and looked back at my book. As the time wore on, Clarissa started to fidget. It began with twiddling her thumbs, then cracking her knuckles or tapping on my bedside table. By the time I had finished memorizing my first Potion recipe, Clarissa was sitting on her bed up- side-down, kicking her legs around wildly.
"Why don't you just go to the game?" I asked her, smiling wryly.
"No!" Clarissa exclaimed, sitting up the right way. "I said I'd stay with you, so I'm staying with you. And that's that!"
She looked out the window, seemingly memorized by the little players flying around in the distance.
"I know you want to go," I said.
"Go?" Clarissa repeated, affronted. "Just as you said. It's a silly game that has no point in reality. Why should I wish to go?"
Her gaze never left the window. I felt bad keeping her from a game that obviously meant a lot to her. I guess watching a game could fit into my schedule. After all, I did have all of Christmas break to work on my assignments.
"I can't stand it anymore," I said calmly, smiling. "I simply have to go to that game."
"I guess I'll go too then," Clarissa said excitedly.
Clarissa and I left Hufflepuff Hall. She was practically restraining herself from running out the Quidditch field. I just moseyed after her. It would be nice to see Tom in action, but I just never was much for sports.
We got down the field just in time to see a Slytherin Beater pound the bludger toward a Gryffindor Chaser. Clarissa took my hand and we headed up to the Hufflepuff section of the bleachers. We sat down, Clarissa bouncing in her seat.
Clarissa elbowed me and pointed to a player who had just stopped and was looking at us. It was Tom, his dark hair getting ruffled by the blast of air caused by every player who passed by him. I wondered why he wasn't doing anything. Suddenly, a bludger was coming his way.
"Look out!" I yelled, pointing behind him.
Tom ducked just in time to for the bludger to miss him. He quickly waved at me and then returned to doing his job as Chaser. He zoomed this way and that, tailing the Gryffindor who had the Quaffle. A bludger came out of nowhere and the Gryffindor Chaser swerved quickly, dropping the Quaffle. Tom swooped down and caught it, heading toward the other team's hoops. I clapped at this. I couldn't believe how excited I was getting over a game of Quidditch. I guess Tom made all the difference.
**Can't you see
Can't you see
How your love's affecting
(My) reality
Everytime (I'm) down
You can make it right
And that makes you larger than life**
-Larger Than Life
Tom threw the Quaffle right passed the Gryffindor Keeper and scored the Slytherin team ten points. The Slytherins cheered, and some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws did too. I think I cheered the hardest. Clarissa had to pull me back into my seat because I didn't stop cheering when everyone else did. I was a little embarrassed once I noticed it.
The game ended with the Slytherin Seeker catching the Golden Snitch. It was a good game. I was so happy that Tom's team had won.
Clarissa and I went with the crowd going back to Hogwarts Castle. There was a cascade of "Congratulations, Tom!"s and "Good going, Riddle!"s behind us. I turned around to see Tom pushing through the crowd toward me.
"Meet you back in Hufflepuff Hall," Clarissa said, winking at me as she left.
"Lina!" Tom called out of breath as he approached me.
"Hey, it was a good game," I told him.
"I thought you weren't coming," Tom breathed, his sweat-soaked hair sticking to his forehead.
"Well, Clarissa convinced me to go with her," I explained.
"So, you came for her sake?" Tom asked, looking a little disappointed.
I would have told him that it was him that made the game worth going to, but I surely would have blushed as I said it. I did manage to utter something like, "You were really great out there." But I blushed anyway.
"Yeah, well," Tom began, combing his hair out of his face with his fingers, "at least I didn't get hit in the face with a bludger this time."
"You nearly did," I told him.
"I guess I got distracted," Tom said, smiling.
I blushed again.
"Going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Tom asked.
"I haven't decided," I muttered, avoiding his gaze.
"Yo, Tom!" came the voice of one of the Slytherin Beaters.
"Hey, Rod!" Tom exclaimed as he and the Beater did some weird handshaking.
"Quidditch party in Slytherin common. You coming?" The Beater asked.
"In a sec," Tom said.
The Beater went on toward the castle.
"I don't want to keep you from your victory party," I told him.
"No big deal," Tom assured me. "I'll walk you to wherever you're going."
I half-smiled and then we started off.
"About Hogsmeade," Tom began, "you should go. It'll be a lot of fun."
"I do have homework," I muttered.
"Alright," Tom conceded. "I've take you away from your studies too many times. You really need to get caught for finals and all. But remember that we have that study session Monday."
I nodded.
**You make me stay
When I should not
Are you so strong
Or is it all the weakness in me
Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by
I mean to see you
And I mean hold you tightly**
-Weakness In Me
A/N: Very short chapter. Sorry about that.
FEELINGS YOU CAN'T DENY
Chapter Five: Quitting for Quidditch
Clarissa hopped up to me excitedly. I had been studying, if that's what you would call it, on my bed. Actually, my mind had wondered away from Potion ingredients and traveled to how handsome Tom had looked in the hospital wing the day before. Even with the bruise, Tom was the epitome of good looks. I could still remember how the black hairs fell over his forehead in a disheveled, yet hot, manner. And even during injury, Tom kept his wonderfully enchanting smile. Then Clarissa interrupted my thoughts.
"What's up?" I asked, seeing how excited she was.
"The Quidditch match is today!" she shouted. "C'mon, let's get out there and get good seats before they're taken."
I glanced up at her and smiled lightly.
"You aren't going?" Clarissa assumed. "But what about Tom-er-the team. It's bound to be an exciting one. And isn't Tom going to be looking for you?"
I lowered my eyes to my Potions book.
"I can't believe you're not going to support Tom!" Clarissa exclaimed, getting hysterical.
"I have millions of things to catch up on," I muttered, trying to focus on my Potions book.
"But we're talking about Tom Riddle!" Clarissa shouted.
**Chill out
What're you yelling for
Lay back
It's all been done before**
-"Complicated"
"Yes, you've said that," I informed her. "I understand that it's Tom. Everything is Tom! But a Quidditch game isn't crucial to life or anything else. It's just a game."
Clarissa just straightened her glasses and sat on the bed beside me.
"If you aren't going, then I'm not either," Clarissa stated stubbornly.
I just smiled at her and looked back at my book. As the time wore on, Clarissa started to fidget. It began with twiddling her thumbs, then cracking her knuckles or tapping on my bedside table. By the time I had finished memorizing my first Potion recipe, Clarissa was sitting on her bed up- side-down, kicking her legs around wildly.
"Why don't you just go to the game?" I asked her, smiling wryly.
"No!" Clarissa exclaimed, sitting up the right way. "I said I'd stay with you, so I'm staying with you. And that's that!"
She looked out the window, seemingly memorized by the little players flying around in the distance.
"I know you want to go," I said.
"Go?" Clarissa repeated, affronted. "Just as you said. It's a silly game that has no point in reality. Why should I wish to go?"
Her gaze never left the window. I felt bad keeping her from a game that obviously meant a lot to her. I guess watching a game could fit into my schedule. After all, I did have all of Christmas break to work on my assignments.
"I can't stand it anymore," I said calmly, smiling. "I simply have to go to that game."
"I guess I'll go too then," Clarissa said excitedly.
Clarissa and I left Hufflepuff Hall. She was practically restraining herself from running out the Quidditch field. I just moseyed after her. It would be nice to see Tom in action, but I just never was much for sports.
We got down the field just in time to see a Slytherin Beater pound the bludger toward a Gryffindor Chaser. Clarissa took my hand and we headed up to the Hufflepuff section of the bleachers. We sat down, Clarissa bouncing in her seat.
Clarissa elbowed me and pointed to a player who had just stopped and was looking at us. It was Tom, his dark hair getting ruffled by the blast of air caused by every player who passed by him. I wondered why he wasn't doing anything. Suddenly, a bludger was coming his way.
"Look out!" I yelled, pointing behind him.
Tom ducked just in time to for the bludger to miss him. He quickly waved at me and then returned to doing his job as Chaser. He zoomed this way and that, tailing the Gryffindor who had the Quaffle. A bludger came out of nowhere and the Gryffindor Chaser swerved quickly, dropping the Quaffle. Tom swooped down and caught it, heading toward the other team's hoops. I clapped at this. I couldn't believe how excited I was getting over a game of Quidditch. I guess Tom made all the difference.
**Can't you see
Can't you see
How your love's affecting
(My) reality
Everytime (I'm) down
You can make it right
And that makes you larger than life**
-Larger Than Life
Tom threw the Quaffle right passed the Gryffindor Keeper and scored the Slytherin team ten points. The Slytherins cheered, and some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws did too. I think I cheered the hardest. Clarissa had to pull me back into my seat because I didn't stop cheering when everyone else did. I was a little embarrassed once I noticed it.
The game ended with the Slytherin Seeker catching the Golden Snitch. It was a good game. I was so happy that Tom's team had won.
Clarissa and I went with the crowd going back to Hogwarts Castle. There was a cascade of "Congratulations, Tom!"s and "Good going, Riddle!"s behind us. I turned around to see Tom pushing through the crowd toward me.
"Meet you back in Hufflepuff Hall," Clarissa said, winking at me as she left.
"Lina!" Tom called out of breath as he approached me.
"Hey, it was a good game," I told him.
"I thought you weren't coming," Tom breathed, his sweat-soaked hair sticking to his forehead.
"Well, Clarissa convinced me to go with her," I explained.
"So, you came for her sake?" Tom asked, looking a little disappointed.
I would have told him that it was him that made the game worth going to, but I surely would have blushed as I said it. I did manage to utter something like, "You were really great out there." But I blushed anyway.
"Yeah, well," Tom began, combing his hair out of his face with his fingers, "at least I didn't get hit in the face with a bludger this time."
"You nearly did," I told him.
"I guess I got distracted," Tom said, smiling.
I blushed again.
"Going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Tom asked.
"I haven't decided," I muttered, avoiding his gaze.
"Yo, Tom!" came the voice of one of the Slytherin Beaters.
"Hey, Rod!" Tom exclaimed as he and the Beater did some weird handshaking.
"Quidditch party in Slytherin common. You coming?" The Beater asked.
"In a sec," Tom said.
The Beater went on toward the castle.
"I don't want to keep you from your victory party," I told him.
"No big deal," Tom assured me. "I'll walk you to wherever you're going."
I half-smiled and then we started off.
"About Hogsmeade," Tom began, "you should go. It'll be a lot of fun."
"I do have homework," I muttered.
"Alright," Tom conceded. "I've take you away from your studies too many times. You really need to get caught for finals and all. But remember that we have that study session Monday."
I nodded.
**You make me stay
When I should not
Are you so strong
Or is it all the weakness in me
Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by
I mean to see you
And I mean hold you tightly**
-Weakness In Me
A/N: Very short chapter. Sorry about that.