Perfidy | Tom Riddle |

38.

Days. For days she wouldn't speak to Tom, she'd lock her door at night, pace out after class, even changed seats with Lestrange in potions just to not be close to him. He felt foolish to have to try to pry into what had happened that night in the tower. But he couldn't help it, he needed to undoubtedly know what dark magic she had performed that night that was powerful enough to capture the attention of a great sorcerer.

"Lyra what are your plans for Christmas?" Nott politely asked a half-asleep Lyra who was leaned into the palm of her hand early morning in potions, "I'm going to assume you have none therefore you will be spending it with me at my estate."

"I don't want to impose. It's a family holid-"

"Please you're more family to me than my actual parents and brother." Nott reasonably assured, "It'll be fun, we can spend the days at our family manor and then go to Malfoys a few days before to attend their new year's party." She turned to reasonably look at Malfoy who blinked at her for a few seconds, "Is that alright? If I come?" he spoke after Rosier nudged him, "Of course it's alright the more the merrier just try not to kill anyone like last time or seductively jump off a balcony."

"Hey no fair it was a duel remember." she laughed crossing her arms.

"Just be sure to be there before Riddle's birthday," Malfoy spoke but quickly bit his tongue. Lyra immediately furrowed her brows and looked at Tom who was throwing a fatal glare at Malfoy. "His birthday?"

"December 31st, though when we typically attempt to celebrate Riddle hates it." Malfoy continued.

"Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?" she humbly asked Tom with a tender look in her eye.

"Why should I have let you know. I hate celebrating it anyway," Tom explained.

The sass in his harsh voice made her a tad bit angry, for god's sake they publicly fuck but he didn't have the common courtesy to tell her his birthday was coming up. "I should've still known Riddle."

"What does it matter? We aren't friends." he shot back, Lyra scowled and licked the inside of her cheek to hold back a shrill laugh. "You're right we aren't. Matter in fact," she turned to Malfoy, "Nott can come to the manor without me. I, on the other hand, will come the day of the New year's party."

"And where exactly are you going to be if you aren't coming with Nott," Tom bluntly asked leaning forward.

"Seeing a friend." Lyra smiled crossing her arm knowing very well she'll pitifully occupy a day or two alone in the private estate she hid away just to spite him.

"You have no friends outside of Hogwarts," he spoke.

"And what do you comprehend of my life outside of Hogwarts?"

"Other than you spend most of it drinking and throwing yourself onto men."

"Excuse me?" Lyra stood up aggressively pushing her stool back.

"Oh no." Nott and Mulciber groaned in agony.

"I feel like I'm back home with Mum and Dad whenever these two argue." Malfoy chimed.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she challenged Tom.

"Good morning everyone." Slughorn entered enthusiastically with a cheerful smile. Nott stood and went behind Lyra forcefully sitting her down by her shoulders with a nervous laugh while Lyra kept glaring at Tom with her eyes squinted trying to comprehend what he meant by his remark. Nott placed his hands on the sides of her stool and shifted her to face Slughorn, when she tried to return her body to look at Tom, Nott merely rotated her head with his both hands, "When will you two stop fighting?" he questioned sounding dreadfully tired.