Disclaimer: Tom Riddle, Professor Binns and Minerva McGonagal don't belong to me.
A/N: Just a warning, the beginning of this is like mushy, gushy fluff.
FEELINGS YOU CAN'T DENY
Chapter Fourteen: There You Are
Tom and I sat across from each other at a cute little tea shop. It was covered in little hearts and things, perfect for a romantic moment with the boy I loved. Our hands were clasped across the table as we stared into each other's eyes. His deep, blue eyes were wonderful to just sink into. I wanted to live in his eyes. I wanted to live forever, feeling his touch. It was so soft and warm, like butterfly wings. I could never be unhappy with those eyes looking into mine and those hands ever so gently rubbing mine. And I have a feeling that he felt the same.
"Strawberry Vanilla," the waitress said.
"Oh, that's me," I said.
The waitress set the china glass of pink tea in front of me.
"Mint chocolate?" she said, looking at Tom.
He nodded, and she set down his tea. The waitress walked away, leaving us completely enthralled in each other. Neither one of us were all that interested in tea.
"I love you," Tom whispered.
"I love you too," I whispered back.
Tom leaned near and kissed me twice. I ran a hand up into his hair while we pressed our foreheads together.
"Ever wonder if we're caught in some dream," I said quietly.
"If we are, I hope I never wake up," Tom replied into my ear.
I twirled a few of his black hairs around my finger, my eyes closed, just absorbing the love we shared.
"TOM!"
I jumped back in fright and stared at the four Slytherins who busted in to the quaint, little tea room. They came right up to our table. Tom stood to greet them.
"We saw you through the window," a red-head said, raising his eyebrows at me.
"You looked all cozy snoggling," laughed a stout boy.
"So we figured we'd come in and bust you two up before the tea room was over heated," explained a girl in a blonde ponytail.
"Thanks for that," Tom said sarcastically.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" the red-head asked.
Tom gave me a apologetic smile as he said, "Everyone, this is Lina Shay of Hufflepuff. Lina, these are friends of mine. The red-head is Reagan Van Tassel. The stout one back there is Hugh Heratio. This is the lovely Helga Dinty. And the silent one is Char London."
"Hey," Reagan greeted, raising his eyebrows at me again.
"Yo," said Hugh, giving me a nod.
"Hi there," Helga smirked.
"I ain't silent!" Char shouted.
"Hi," I muttered, feeling somehow out of place.
"Anyway," Reagan began, "we was wondering if you wanted to come with us to L. P. Connors to play some games."
"Nah, we're going to hang out here," Tom told him.
"OK," Reagan laughed. "We'll leave you to your tea-sipping."
They all turned to leave. I let out a breath to relax myself. I was so glad they were finally leaving.
"Hold up a sec," Hugh said suddenly. "Maybe he knows."
"Yeah, yeah," Reagan agreed. "Tom, you know where we can find Rod. We've been looking all over for him."
"Um," Tom looked at me for an answer, but I had none to give. "I don't know."
Reagan shrugged then led the guys out of the tea room. Tom sat back down.
"I guess I figured you'd know where Rod was," Tom shrugged.
"Who's Rod?" I asked.
"Rodney Ellsworth," Tom clarified. "Wasn't he supposed to be with your friend today?"
"Oh crud!" I exclaimed. "What time is it?"
Tom looked at his watch, saying, "It's about time we head back to Hogwarts actually."
"C'mon," I ordered, taking Tom's hand and pulling him from the tea shop.
"What's going on?" Tom asked.
"I was supposed to meet Clarissa and Rodney hours ago," I told him, pulling him toward the Three Broomsticks.
We entered the dimly lit tavern. I quickly scanned the tables and realized they weren't there. I should have known. That would be the first place the Slytherins would look for Rodney. But where else could they be?
Tom and I sat on the curb. He just watched me while I thought out loud.
"Let's say Clarissa were me," I began. "I was sitting in there with you and we were waiting for Clarissa to come and meet us. We wouldn't run out on her, would we?"
"True, but you were hours late," Tom explained. "You wouldn't have waited there all day."
"I guess so," I groaned. "But where would we have gone?"
"To the tea shop to make out," Tom said, giving me a playful smirk.
I just smiled and shook my head.
"You know Rodney," I reminded. "Where would he take Clarissa?"
"Don't know," Tom shrugged. "He's never had a girlfriend before. I don't even think he's ever liked a girl."
"I wonder why he fell for Clarissa," I mused, staring up at the dark blue sky.
"Maybe he just saw a cute Hufflepuff for what she was, like I did," Tom whispered.
I glanced over at him. How did this happen on accident? I always thought that when I fell in love and found the one that the I would know it instantly. I thought there would be fireworks and a choir. But all it is is this perfect feeling deep inside when I looked into his eyes. And I never thought it would be with a guy as wonderful as Tom.
"Wow," Tom whispered.
"What?" I asked him, wondering if he got a cold chill or something.
"I just couldn't breathe for a minute," Tom told me. "You're just so beautiful, it takes my breath away sometimes."
I leaned close to Tom and brushed my lips against his. I felt his arm slip around to my back, pulling me closer.
"Get a room, will you!"
Tom and I looked up toward the cascade of giggles to see Rodney and Clarissa standing over us.
"Where in the Wizarding World have you been?" I demanded, standing up.
"I could ask you the same thing!" Clarissa shot back.
"Oh, well," I began, glancing at Tom. "I forgot, and when we came looking for you guys, you weren't here."
"You expected me to sit around in there all day?" Clarissa asked.
"Let's just call it a truce, OK?" I suggested.
Clarissa nodded, then threw her arms around me in a big hug.
"Why do I feel like we've become invisible?" Tom said to Rodney.
Clarissa and I just laughed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Clarissa and I sat on my bed together, eating some sweets Rodney had bought for Clarissa. I popped a Mood Toffee(changes flavor according to your mood) in my mouth as Clarissa braided my hair.
"So what happened after Rodney got you both Butterbeers," I asked between chews.
"Well," Clarissa said, "he sat opposite of me. We sat there for ten minutes just slowly drinking our Butterbeers. Neither one of us could think of anything to say. Every moment, I was wishing you'd walk through the door."
She tied the end of my hair and lay on her stomach beside me.
"Finally," she went on, "Rodney asks me what my favorite subject in school is. I told him that I use to love Art before I came here. But now that I'm here, my favorite subject is Care of Magical Creatures. So then he asks if I'm Muggle-Born. I told him I was, then he says he is too."
"No kidding," I laughed.
"Well, sorta," Clarissa shrugged. "See, his dad was a Wizard before he died. So he's half and half, but he's spent life with his mum in the Muggle world."
"Did his mum ever tell him of his father and the Wizarding world?" I asked.
"Not until he got his letter," Clarissa explained. "She didn't want him accidently blabbing to kids at school or something. Anyway, it turns out he's from Manchester and I have family there. So for a while we discussed old time in Manchester. Suddenly, he says we've been talking for two hours and we didn't realize it. I was all like, 'Oh, really?' And he says, 'Why don't we go for a walk' since it didn't look like you were coming. I was sure you had forgotten, so I figured there was no harm in it."
"Where'd you guys go?" I queried while unwrapping chocolate-covered cauldron cupcake.
"First we dropped by the sweet shop and he bought me all this candy," Clarissa glowed. "Then we took a walk up to that vacant house on the hill. Out of the blue, Rodney starts talking about the future."
"What about the future? Your Future?" I asked, watching her with interest.
"Come off it," Clarissa giggled. "It's a little early for that. He was talking about his future. he wants to be a lawyer at the Ministry, defending people who are wrongfully accused of treason. Then he says...that he wants to have a nice house and a family too."
"I wonder what Tom wants to be?" I posed.
Clarissa just shrugged as she continued, "Rodney took my hand as we walked back down the hill. Then we saw you and Tom all smoochy-faced."
"Shut up!" I laughed, hitting her with a pillow.
Clarissa reached over and got her pillow from her bed, and we started an all-out pillow fight.
**Every now and then
We find a special friend
Who never lets us down
Who understands it all
Reaches out each time we fall
You're the best friend that I've found**
-"Remember Me this Way"
A/N: The thing Tom said about not being able to breathe. That's something that my ex use to say to me. And I couldn't remember the name of that stupid little tea shop from book 5.
A/N: Just a warning, the beginning of this is like mushy, gushy fluff.
FEELINGS YOU CAN'T DENY
Chapter Fourteen: There You Are
Tom and I sat across from each other at a cute little tea shop. It was covered in little hearts and things, perfect for a romantic moment with the boy I loved. Our hands were clasped across the table as we stared into each other's eyes. His deep, blue eyes were wonderful to just sink into. I wanted to live in his eyes. I wanted to live forever, feeling his touch. It was so soft and warm, like butterfly wings. I could never be unhappy with those eyes looking into mine and those hands ever so gently rubbing mine. And I have a feeling that he felt the same.
"Strawberry Vanilla," the waitress said.
"Oh, that's me," I said.
The waitress set the china glass of pink tea in front of me.
"Mint chocolate?" she said, looking at Tom.
He nodded, and she set down his tea. The waitress walked away, leaving us completely enthralled in each other. Neither one of us were all that interested in tea.
"I love you," Tom whispered.
"I love you too," I whispered back.
Tom leaned near and kissed me twice. I ran a hand up into his hair while we pressed our foreheads together.
"Ever wonder if we're caught in some dream," I said quietly.
"If we are, I hope I never wake up," Tom replied into my ear.
I twirled a few of his black hairs around my finger, my eyes closed, just absorbing the love we shared.
"TOM!"
I jumped back in fright and stared at the four Slytherins who busted in to the quaint, little tea room. They came right up to our table. Tom stood to greet them.
"We saw you through the window," a red-head said, raising his eyebrows at me.
"You looked all cozy snoggling," laughed a stout boy.
"So we figured we'd come in and bust you two up before the tea room was over heated," explained a girl in a blonde ponytail.
"Thanks for that," Tom said sarcastically.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" the red-head asked.
Tom gave me a apologetic smile as he said, "Everyone, this is Lina Shay of Hufflepuff. Lina, these are friends of mine. The red-head is Reagan Van Tassel. The stout one back there is Hugh Heratio. This is the lovely Helga Dinty. And the silent one is Char London."
"Hey," Reagan greeted, raising his eyebrows at me again.
"Yo," said Hugh, giving me a nod.
"Hi there," Helga smirked.
"I ain't silent!" Char shouted.
"Hi," I muttered, feeling somehow out of place.
"Anyway," Reagan began, "we was wondering if you wanted to come with us to L. P. Connors to play some games."
"Nah, we're going to hang out here," Tom told him.
"OK," Reagan laughed. "We'll leave you to your tea-sipping."
They all turned to leave. I let out a breath to relax myself. I was so glad they were finally leaving.
"Hold up a sec," Hugh said suddenly. "Maybe he knows."
"Yeah, yeah," Reagan agreed. "Tom, you know where we can find Rod. We've been looking all over for him."
"Um," Tom looked at me for an answer, but I had none to give. "I don't know."
Reagan shrugged then led the guys out of the tea room. Tom sat back down.
"I guess I figured you'd know where Rod was," Tom shrugged.
"Who's Rod?" I asked.
"Rodney Ellsworth," Tom clarified. "Wasn't he supposed to be with your friend today?"
"Oh crud!" I exclaimed. "What time is it?"
Tom looked at his watch, saying, "It's about time we head back to Hogwarts actually."
"C'mon," I ordered, taking Tom's hand and pulling him from the tea shop.
"What's going on?" Tom asked.
"I was supposed to meet Clarissa and Rodney hours ago," I told him, pulling him toward the Three Broomsticks.
We entered the dimly lit tavern. I quickly scanned the tables and realized they weren't there. I should have known. That would be the first place the Slytherins would look for Rodney. But where else could they be?
Tom and I sat on the curb. He just watched me while I thought out loud.
"Let's say Clarissa were me," I began. "I was sitting in there with you and we were waiting for Clarissa to come and meet us. We wouldn't run out on her, would we?"
"True, but you were hours late," Tom explained. "You wouldn't have waited there all day."
"I guess so," I groaned. "But where would we have gone?"
"To the tea shop to make out," Tom said, giving me a playful smirk.
I just smiled and shook my head.
"You know Rodney," I reminded. "Where would he take Clarissa?"
"Don't know," Tom shrugged. "He's never had a girlfriend before. I don't even think he's ever liked a girl."
"I wonder why he fell for Clarissa," I mused, staring up at the dark blue sky.
"Maybe he just saw a cute Hufflepuff for what she was, like I did," Tom whispered.
I glanced over at him. How did this happen on accident? I always thought that when I fell in love and found the one that the I would know it instantly. I thought there would be fireworks and a choir. But all it is is this perfect feeling deep inside when I looked into his eyes. And I never thought it would be with a guy as wonderful as Tom.
"Wow," Tom whispered.
"What?" I asked him, wondering if he got a cold chill or something.
"I just couldn't breathe for a minute," Tom told me. "You're just so beautiful, it takes my breath away sometimes."
I leaned close to Tom and brushed my lips against his. I felt his arm slip around to my back, pulling me closer.
"Get a room, will you!"
Tom and I looked up toward the cascade of giggles to see Rodney and Clarissa standing over us.
"Where in the Wizarding World have you been?" I demanded, standing up.
"I could ask you the same thing!" Clarissa shot back.
"Oh, well," I began, glancing at Tom. "I forgot, and when we came looking for you guys, you weren't here."
"You expected me to sit around in there all day?" Clarissa asked.
"Let's just call it a truce, OK?" I suggested.
Clarissa nodded, then threw her arms around me in a big hug.
"Why do I feel like we've become invisible?" Tom said to Rodney.
Clarissa and I just laughed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Clarissa and I sat on my bed together, eating some sweets Rodney had bought for Clarissa. I popped a Mood Toffee(changes flavor according to your mood) in my mouth as Clarissa braided my hair.
"So what happened after Rodney got you both Butterbeers," I asked between chews.
"Well," Clarissa said, "he sat opposite of me. We sat there for ten minutes just slowly drinking our Butterbeers. Neither one of us could think of anything to say. Every moment, I was wishing you'd walk through the door."
She tied the end of my hair and lay on her stomach beside me.
"Finally," she went on, "Rodney asks me what my favorite subject in school is. I told him that I use to love Art before I came here. But now that I'm here, my favorite subject is Care of Magical Creatures. So then he asks if I'm Muggle-Born. I told him I was, then he says he is too."
"No kidding," I laughed.
"Well, sorta," Clarissa shrugged. "See, his dad was a Wizard before he died. So he's half and half, but he's spent life with his mum in the Muggle world."
"Did his mum ever tell him of his father and the Wizarding world?" I asked.
"Not until he got his letter," Clarissa explained. "She didn't want him accidently blabbing to kids at school or something. Anyway, it turns out he's from Manchester and I have family there. So for a while we discussed old time in Manchester. Suddenly, he says we've been talking for two hours and we didn't realize it. I was all like, 'Oh, really?' And he says, 'Why don't we go for a walk' since it didn't look like you were coming. I was sure you had forgotten, so I figured there was no harm in it."
"Where'd you guys go?" I queried while unwrapping chocolate-covered cauldron cupcake.
"First we dropped by the sweet shop and he bought me all this candy," Clarissa glowed. "Then we took a walk up to that vacant house on the hill. Out of the blue, Rodney starts talking about the future."
"What about the future? Your Future?" I asked, watching her with interest.
"Come off it," Clarissa giggled. "It's a little early for that. He was talking about his future. he wants to be a lawyer at the Ministry, defending people who are wrongfully accused of treason. Then he says...that he wants to have a nice house and a family too."
"I wonder what Tom wants to be?" I posed.
Clarissa just shrugged as she continued, "Rodney took my hand as we walked back down the hill. Then we saw you and Tom all smoochy-faced."
"Shut up!" I laughed, hitting her with a pillow.
Clarissa reached over and got her pillow from her bed, and we started an all-out pillow fight.
**Every now and then
We find a special friend
Who never lets us down
Who understands it all
Reaches out each time we fall
You're the best friend that I've found**
-"Remember Me this Way"
A/N: The thing Tom said about not being able to breathe. That's something that my ex use to say to me. And I couldn't remember the name of that stupid little tea shop from book 5.