Silly boy

Chapter 12: A curse for soup

*POSSIBLE TW: ED

Time flew by to the evening, and youre mind was exploding. "so basically tom riddle is the most complicated man on this planet" you think to yourself. "First hes an ass, and then he is all seductive, and then he just goes back and forth, and then he wants me to join his following and he just doesn't make any sense. Now hes smacked me, and wants me to be his date to dumb party"? You rummage through your closet to find a suitable dress, and you pull out a tight black silk dress that accentuates your curves and flatters you. You change into it quickly, because you don't need another lecture from tom today about tardiness, and you weren't even sure why you were going to this party anyways, but you knew deep down you didn't really have anything better to do. You hated how vulnerable you had let him walk all over you, metaphorically speaking of course, although that does sound like something he would do to his enemies...and friends, if he had any. You stand there in front of the mirror, taking your hair out of the loose bun as soft long curls fall past your shoulders. Youre makeup is done, and you walk over to the desk to give yourself a few sprays of perfume. You check the time and you open the door to leave, but tom is already standing there. "well that's not creepy" you say muttering. "you know if you were going to take so long, you could have at least tried harder" he spits back. "I don't even want to be going to this thing, and to be honest im not sure why you do either" you say as you walk down the stairs together and you follow him. "I have my reasons, and you will keep your fat nose out of them" he tells you. "must you insult me after every sentence" you say with a smile as you make your way to the party entrance. "yes I must" he says bitterly, as you enter to a room filled with colour, noise and too many people. You stay with tom, who doesn't seem extremely keen on talking to many others either. Throughout the night girls approach tom, trying to converse or ask him to dance, but he refuses. "they are all sheep, every single girl is the same" he mutters to you, and you roll your eyes. Typical tom, wanting to be the boy with edge who every girl wants to whisk them off their feet, not you though... youre thoughts are interrupted with a loud grumble in your stomach. "merlin, you sound like an elephant, if youre that hungry just go to the table and get some food" he mutters with a smirk. "im fine tom" you say coldly, not having the energy to think of a comeback. Tom notices you staring at the table longingly. "oh my god if youre going to be such a baby about it" he barks. "I said im fine tom" you bark back. "at least let me get you a drink" he says pouring a tall glass of champagne, and hands it to you gingerly. Perfect timing too, slughorn waltzes into the center of the room, clinking his glass to catch everyones attention before leading people into the dining room as you take your seats. 

Tom pulls out your chair for you, before you sit down on its velvety cusion, and you try to hide your groan. You know he is just trying to make the girls swoon, but you don't really want to seem rude, as a part of you would rather be here hating things then being along in your dormroom, while tom was here getting googley eyes from every girl at the setting, which you hated. You knew tom was faking, but you tried not to look too happy that at least he was faking it for you and not other girls, but then again, he had a particularlong conversation with a blond girl out in the corridor, and other he offered his handkerchief when they spillef their drink, but this again was all when slughorn was watching him. You didn't know what you do, you just tried to straighten your back and focus on the informal but somehow formal introduction that was being given, before food appeared in front of you. You gave everyone of smile, before noticing that tom was waiting for you, and you just looked at him with a fake smile, as you turned back to discreetly stirring your soup with a spoon.

----- Toms pov------

"oh my god I am going to stab her, she can never stop acting like a brat, I bring her with me to a dinner party and she wont even eat, she just sits there silently moping" you think to yourself, not even sure why you yourself came here. You try and nod along with everything slughorn is talking to you about, but you start to wonder why the thought of y/n is still stuck at the front of your mind. The professor diverts his attention, asking him brief questions, and soon shifts focus back onto his supper. You lean over to him with a whisper. "Sir I think something is troubling y/n, she might be a bit nervous, would it be alright if we were to bring our food somewhere else, perhaps I can try to talk to her alone for a bit" you say to him charmingly, as he responds with a blushing nod. You jerk your head at her, and grasp her arm, bringing your dishes around the corner of the room, in a more secluded area by the window.

-----back to y/ns pov----

Hes dragging you, and you are fed up. You didn't know what he said to slughorn, and you didn't care, except for the fact that it was your business. "was bringing soup a necessary part of this talk down of yours I should prepare for riddle" you say coldy. He responds with no witty comeback for once in his life, and simply pushes you down by the shoulders to sit onto the short couch where you were brought. "eat it" he says staring at you. You bite your lip. "ive been watching you y/n, and before you call me creepy, I saw you and you didn't take a bite of anything all dinner...there has been 3 courses" he states the obvious. "so sorry to ruin your pathetic banquet, but I didn't want to be here, like I said" you scold. "well that's just too bloody bad isn't it...now EAT" he says trying to speak boldly without drawing any attention. "why the fuck do you care tom" you bark still softly, "your idea of a good day will be when I drop dead anyways". Again no response. "im not letting you go until you eat the whole thing" he says not daring to smile as he speaks to you at all. The Tom Riddle you know and loath would never care about your wellbeing. You sigh a little happier. "fine".You give a soft smile, before picking up the bowl of soup and pouring it all over his lap. "All done...wow that was really delicious" you pretend to lick your lips at the sight of one of his most angry faces yet. Tom leaps up, the soup running down the leg of his trousers as he frowns bitterly. "Go ahead snake boy" you say cunningly. Put a curse on me for SOUP".