Menteur: Chapter 10: Aftermath and Skipping Classes
October 8, 1943
"No, no. I'm sure. When Letitica asked for him this morning, Black told her that he never returned to the dorm last night." One voice whispered frantically.
"But how about the others? I mean, it's no secret that their group constantly spends nights in the Forbidden Forest…couldn't he'd been with them?" countered another one.
"No way. Riddle was in the Library with London and the…eh, the Rune Translating club, or whatever they call themselves…No, no, I'm sure Malfoy is having an affair and it's not Letitica! Poor girl…" exclaimed the first one with a hint of hidden pleasure from the said girl's potential misfortune.
Hermione's head dropped into her hands. The gossip that Abraxas spent night outside of his own bed spread, in her opinion, way too quickly, especially since Letitica supposedly threw a tantrum his morning, when she didn't find her fiancée in his bed… Stupid! Stupid, scolded Hermione herself. She should have never taken his offer to join him for that evening stroll in the first place, but no. No, she had to go, take him to the Room of Requirement, her secret hideout, and fuck him senseless. And the worst part was that she enjoyed it. She enjoyed his every touch, every kiss caressing her skin ever so softly, his fingers passionately tracing her arched back as she straddled him, his lust-hazed eyes filled with adoration as they…
Hermione let out a deep sigh as her forehead repeatedly met with the hard surface of her desk in a very disgraceful manner. At least nobody seemed to connect Malfoy's night disappearance with her. The last thing she needed was for Riddle, or anyone else, to find out that she slept with one of his treasured followers and 'friends'. What a bummer, right? Hermione suppressed yet another miffed moan and decided it would be probably way much more beneficial if she just forgotten about the whole event and prayed that Malfoy would too.
More and more students slowly floated into the classroom, lazily rubbing their sleepy eyes, nibbling on breakfast left-overs, and/or simply complaining about the mere existence of early Friday classes, like the one they were in. The 7 a.m. Alchemy class was popular only because it was one of the very few courses Slytherins could enjoy all by themselves without an interference of any other houses, not to even mention that it was taught by Horace Slughorn, the head of their house, known to ensure that they alone win the annual House Competition by giving points for pretty-much free. For that reason, almost every member of the Snake's house from 5th year up attended, which, to Hermione's dismay, included her last night's lover.
When she earlier woke up with strong arms possessively encircled around her waist and an erection pressed against her buttocks, she quickly established that a discreet departure before the blond Slytherin wakes up will be the best solution to such awkward situation, and swiftly left her room, taking all the books she needed for the day, without realizing the mere existence of the 7 am all-Slytherin Alchemy.
But it was three minutes till seven and neither Abraxas, nor Riddle showed up. Just as Hermione was starting to worry that maybe Voldemort had already found out and was now torturing Abraxas for information, the blond not-so-gracefully busted into the classroom. Dressed in the same dark green suit from yesterday, his pale mid-back long mane exceptionally untied ad disheveled, flowing loosely into his face and around his broad shoulders in combination with flushed cheeks made it obvious to anyone, who still haven't heard the morning gossip, what exactly was the reason for his night disappearance. The whole class turned to greet him with apprehensive looks, except Cygnus, who feigned seductive whistle, while clapping in appraisal, and Hermione, who wasn't far from sliding underneath the desk just to hide, but settled on simply looking in the opposite direction from the attractive young.
Ignoring everyone, Abraxas went to his usual seat just to be immediately engaged in a round of questions and inquisition from his friends and classmates.
"Alright, so, out with it! Tell us all about the fair maiden, who caught your interest enough that you didn't even bother to show up for breakfast!" cheered on Thaddeus and others around nodded in agreement.
Hermione's head snapped towards the group, trying to determine whether Abraxas will tell or not, but her eyes met Cygnus's insightful gaze staring intently back at her, letting her know he knew. She quickly scanned the crowd for Riddle, but found his chair empty.
Where was he? It was highly atypical for him to be late, and almost unimaginable that he would skip. Dark wizard or not, Tom never missed any of his classes or prefect duties. Hermione frowned, completely forgetting about her Malfoy problem. It must have been something very important for Voldemort to ditch out of one of Slughorn's classes and Hermione wanted to know what it was.
She checked her watch.
7:03
Her inquisitive eyes traveled back to the group of chatterers surrounding the blond heir, meeting Gygnus' once more, he teasingly nodded in Malfoy's direction and wriggled his brows in attempt to get her to join the discussion and hopefully reveal a secret or two. Hermione couldn't stop the irritate grimace from disfiguring her normally calm, fair features. Speedily approaching her 24th year of a life filled mostly with desperate attempts at survival and defeating Voldemort's reanimated self, she had very little in common with these students. They were young, careless, with jovial humor to ease their fears of final exams, never having to face the pains of war's front lines, caring for silly affairs of others like it was the ultimate truth to their whole existence. She was different, though, and so was Tom. She had to find him; better yet, she had to find the identity of his so-called best friend. The time of Myrtle's death was nearing and she had to stop him before then.
With one last look at Abraxas, who was struggling to shake off all the gossip-investigators without giving any vital information about his lover's identity, she tossed her bag over her shoulder and slipped out of classroom before the professor entered; missing a pair silvery orbs following her every move.
To be continued... Sorry too short, but I did not know how to split it into a chapter, so I ended up making this in-between chapter :) Enjoy anyway:)