Disclaimer: Tom Riddle doesn't belong to me.
A/N: If anyone really cares, I saw my ex the other day at a party. It was the first time we saw each other since we broke up. He kept smiling at me, the smile he use to give me and no one else. I tried to ignore him, my friend's suggestion. He was hard to ignore because he kept looking at me. And I kept looking at him too. Our eyes met a few times across the room. I kept wanting to talk to him, but I didn't know what to say. He left not long after I had arrived, like a half hour. He didn't have to leave so soon.
FEELINGS YOU CAN'T DENY
Chapter Fifteen: The Way It All Would Go
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Clarissa shouted at me as she jumped up and down.
"If we left now, we'd be there before anyone else," I informed her as I turned the page in my Herbology book.
"Exactly," Clarissa insisted, "so we must hurry."
I gave her a look, saying how crazy I thought she was. I don't think she received the message because she just continued to jump up and down. Finally, I closed my book and got up from my bed.
"Don't forget your rosette," Clarissa said, pinning a green on my robes.
FYI, Clarissa was decked out in Slytherin ware. She had on a long green robe with a large silver serpent embroidered on the back. Her hair was charmed with green and silver streaks. And, last but not least, the front of her was covered from neck to knees in green rosettes.
As we headed out of the dormitory, Clarissa grabbed our brooms.
"What are those for?" I asked skeptically. "Yet another gimmick to support Slytherin?"
"No," Clarissa laughed as if I were nuts to suggest it. "They're so we'll get to the Quiddich field faster."
"You know we'll probably be there before the players are," I told her.
She just smiled at me as we walked through the hallway of doors and out the holographic wall.
"If we're in this much a hurry," I began sarcastically, "we might as well find the nearest window and fly out."
Clarissa smacked her forehead, saying, "Why didn't I think of that?"
I shook my head. Clarissa grabbed my hand and pulled me toward a large window. She opened it and mounted her broom. There was no stopping her. And they always say if you can't beat 'um, join 'um. I got on my broom and as soon as Clarissa had jumped out the window, I followed. It had been a while since I had flown, and I had forgotten how exhilarating it was.
"Look, there they are!" Clarissa exclaimed, pointing at the Slytherin Quidditch team as they headed out to the field.
I glanced down. Picking Tom out of them was quite easy. He was the one with black hair that rippled in the breeze.
"I saw that," Clarissa giggled.
"What?"
"That look," Clarissa teased.
I just shrugged. What could I say?
"I love Rodney," Clarissa sighed, looking down at him.
"Already?"
"I want to shout it from the rooftops," Clarissa announced.
"Why don't you, then?" I suggested with a sly smile.
Clarissa gave me a devious grin, saying, "I will if you will."
I glanced down at Tom. What if he heard? Of course, he knew I loved him. What if his teammates heard? It was none of anyone's business whom I loved. Well, if Clarissa would, why shouldn't I be able to?
"You first," I said.
"I love Rodney Ellsworth!" Clarissa shouted at the top of her lungs.
I watched the Slytherin Quidditch team. They stopped. They had heard her. I wondered what Rodney was thinking at that very moment.
"It's your turn," Clarissa told me.
"I love Tom," I said rather quietly.
"Louder!" Clarissa exclaimed. "Say it like you mean it. Let the world know. Scream it!"
My face was suddenly very hot, but I couldn't not do it. I took a deep breath and let it out really loud, "I love Tom Riddle!"
We heard faint clapping from the Slytherin team below us. I blushed. As soon as they began walking again, I asked, "So, is Rodney taking you to the Valentine's Dance?"
"No," Clarissa groaned. "I tried to give him the hint to ask me the other day. I told him how much I loved to dance. He just said that he didn't know how to dance."
"Did you offer to teach him?" I queried, starting toward the Quidditch field on my broom.
"I didn't think to," Clarissa muttered. "I was too disappointed."
Clarissa and I landed right in the stands. Slytherin was having last minute practice on the field. As soon as he saw me, Tom hurried up to where we were sitting.
"Hi," he said, smiling.
"Hi," I replied.
Tom sat next to me as he said, "Hey, you want to hang out in the library or something after the game?"
Before I could answer, Clarissa blurted, "Don't you have practice afterward?"
"Not as far as I know," Tom said, looking somewhat confused.
"But Rodney said he had practice after the game," Clarissa declared.
"Oh, well, uh," Tom sputtered. "Rodney has practice because he hasn't been doing his best, you know. The captain thinks he needs a little extra practice."
"Oh, poor Rodney," Clarissa said, lowly.
I don't know what it was, but something about what Tom said seemed wrong. It wasn't what he said, more how he said it. Like he was covering or something.
Tom went back down to the game after giving me a quick kiss. I glanced at Clarissa, who looked at Rodney with worry. I, for some reason, was more worried about Clarissa.
The stands quickly filled when the time began for the game to start. I was a little distracted, wondering what Tom and Rodney were hiding. Near the halfway point of the game, dark grey clouds began to gather above the field. Though they were threatening to ruin the game, not a drop was shed. Not until the game was over.
A/N: Ah-oh...something's going to happen.
A/N: If anyone really cares, I saw my ex the other day at a party. It was the first time we saw each other since we broke up. He kept smiling at me, the smile he use to give me and no one else. I tried to ignore him, my friend's suggestion. He was hard to ignore because he kept looking at me. And I kept looking at him too. Our eyes met a few times across the room. I kept wanting to talk to him, but I didn't know what to say. He left not long after I had arrived, like a half hour. He didn't have to leave so soon.
FEELINGS YOU CAN'T DENY
Chapter Fifteen: The Way It All Would Go
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Clarissa shouted at me as she jumped up and down.
"If we left now, we'd be there before anyone else," I informed her as I turned the page in my Herbology book.
"Exactly," Clarissa insisted, "so we must hurry."
I gave her a look, saying how crazy I thought she was. I don't think she received the message because she just continued to jump up and down. Finally, I closed my book and got up from my bed.
"Don't forget your rosette," Clarissa said, pinning a green on my robes.
FYI, Clarissa was decked out in Slytherin ware. She had on a long green robe with a large silver serpent embroidered on the back. Her hair was charmed with green and silver streaks. And, last but not least, the front of her was covered from neck to knees in green rosettes.
As we headed out of the dormitory, Clarissa grabbed our brooms.
"What are those for?" I asked skeptically. "Yet another gimmick to support Slytherin?"
"No," Clarissa laughed as if I were nuts to suggest it. "They're so we'll get to the Quiddich field faster."
"You know we'll probably be there before the players are," I told her.
She just smiled at me as we walked through the hallway of doors and out the holographic wall.
"If we're in this much a hurry," I began sarcastically, "we might as well find the nearest window and fly out."
Clarissa smacked her forehead, saying, "Why didn't I think of that?"
I shook my head. Clarissa grabbed my hand and pulled me toward a large window. She opened it and mounted her broom. There was no stopping her. And they always say if you can't beat 'um, join 'um. I got on my broom and as soon as Clarissa had jumped out the window, I followed. It had been a while since I had flown, and I had forgotten how exhilarating it was.
"Look, there they are!" Clarissa exclaimed, pointing at the Slytherin Quidditch team as they headed out to the field.
I glanced down. Picking Tom out of them was quite easy. He was the one with black hair that rippled in the breeze.
"I saw that," Clarissa giggled.
"What?"
"That look," Clarissa teased.
I just shrugged. What could I say?
"I love Rodney," Clarissa sighed, looking down at him.
"Already?"
"I want to shout it from the rooftops," Clarissa announced.
"Why don't you, then?" I suggested with a sly smile.
Clarissa gave me a devious grin, saying, "I will if you will."
I glanced down at Tom. What if he heard? Of course, he knew I loved him. What if his teammates heard? It was none of anyone's business whom I loved. Well, if Clarissa would, why shouldn't I be able to?
"You first," I said.
"I love Rodney Ellsworth!" Clarissa shouted at the top of her lungs.
I watched the Slytherin Quidditch team. They stopped. They had heard her. I wondered what Rodney was thinking at that very moment.
"It's your turn," Clarissa told me.
"I love Tom," I said rather quietly.
"Louder!" Clarissa exclaimed. "Say it like you mean it. Let the world know. Scream it!"
My face was suddenly very hot, but I couldn't not do it. I took a deep breath and let it out really loud, "I love Tom Riddle!"
We heard faint clapping from the Slytherin team below us. I blushed. As soon as they began walking again, I asked, "So, is Rodney taking you to the Valentine's Dance?"
"No," Clarissa groaned. "I tried to give him the hint to ask me the other day. I told him how much I loved to dance. He just said that he didn't know how to dance."
"Did you offer to teach him?" I queried, starting toward the Quidditch field on my broom.
"I didn't think to," Clarissa muttered. "I was too disappointed."
Clarissa and I landed right in the stands. Slytherin was having last minute practice on the field. As soon as he saw me, Tom hurried up to where we were sitting.
"Hi," he said, smiling.
"Hi," I replied.
Tom sat next to me as he said, "Hey, you want to hang out in the library or something after the game?"
Before I could answer, Clarissa blurted, "Don't you have practice afterward?"
"Not as far as I know," Tom said, looking somewhat confused.
"But Rodney said he had practice after the game," Clarissa declared.
"Oh, well, uh," Tom sputtered. "Rodney has practice because he hasn't been doing his best, you know. The captain thinks he needs a little extra practice."
"Oh, poor Rodney," Clarissa said, lowly.
I don't know what it was, but something about what Tom said seemed wrong. It wasn't what he said, more how he said it. Like he was covering or something.
Tom went back down to the game after giving me a quick kiss. I glanced at Clarissa, who looked at Rodney with worry. I, for some reason, was more worried about Clarissa.
The stands quickly filled when the time began for the game to start. I was a little distracted, wondering what Tom and Rodney were hiding. Near the halfway point of the game, dark grey clouds began to gather above the field. Though they were threatening to ruin the game, not a drop was shed. Not until the game was over.
A/N: Ah-oh...something's going to happen.