Impatiently, the class of Gryffindor's and Slytherin's awaited for professor Snape in the subduely lit hallway of the dungons. Harry wasn't keen on the first lesson of the year being potions with the slytherins, to make matters worse, later he had D.A.D.A. with them.
It gave Hermione, Draco, and Ron more time to spend together. Recently, it seems the three were together as much as possible, even Ron and Draco appeared on even turfs. Harry would never addmitt he was jealous, but after thinking he finally had friends, then they dump him for Malfoy, well, that hurt.
" Third wheel much? " came the mocking tone of Riddle, the other boy with greasy black hair and slytherin robes that had mysteriously appeared in the great hall, merely two nights ago, next to him.
" Annoying much? " Harry asked using the same tone. Harry had decided he didn't hate Tom, but that didn't mean he couldn't tease Riddle every now and then, it was such a mundane thing to Harry. He never did this with Ron or Hermione, it was rude, but with Tom it didnt feel that way. It felt natural.
" Why don't we join them? " Riddle gestured toward Draco, Hermione, and Ron. " The Malfoy heir is just a delight, " before any consent, Tom's fingers curled around Harry's wrist and he was dragged toward the three.
Draco greeted them, despite Ron and Hermione's sneers directed at the young dark Lord.
" Harry what are you doing with him? " Hermione questioned, enraged. " How can you stand to be near him? You know what he did to you... to your family. "
" Me? What about your whole ' give slytherins a chance, they are humans too ' act? And Tom hasn't done anything, yet! " Harry screamed, what right did Hermione have to question him, if she was around Malfoy all the time? The group was silent waiting for a reaction, but none came as Proffesor Snape arrived and ushered them into the potions classroom.
" Your potions not looking so great, " Riddle commented, leaning over to observe the sickly green contents of Harry's potion. " You know it's supposed to be clear, right? "
" Yes, I know that, " Harry snapped, why were slytherins so irritating?
" Do you need help, Potter? I'm not half bad at potions, " Draco asked, stirring the cauldron filled with an almost perfect potion, but there was no helping Harry, he was absolute rubbish at potions.
" Silas here, " Tom gestured to the boy that had appeared, seemingly out of thin air, with him just a mere two nights ago. " Is exceptionally gifted with the art of brewing, he dreams of becoming a potions master. "
" How intriguing, do tell more, " Harry knew Tom was rubbing it in his face that he couldn't make a single proper potion.
" Now, don't be sour, Harry, " Tom tisked, amusedly. " Just because someone is better than you at something- "
Harry never let Tom finish, instead he cast a silencing charm on the teen. Riddle panicked for a few seconds when, he moved his mouth and nothing came out, before an image of pure rage settled on his features.
Harry went back to making his improper potion, smirking, leaving Tom to remove the spell by his own devices.
AUTHOR NOTE:
I don't know what was happening when I posted this chapter, but the chapter format is normal again. I hope you enjoyed :)