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-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 21- ༄ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭
𝐘/𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘...
Into her mouth, the sunshine gleamed into the great hall, the snow had begun melting as February settled in.
Pink and red heart decorations clutter the great hall, love was officially in the air, happy couples clinging to one another. Y/n glanced around, her friends chattered like normal, loudly laughing. Y/n sat with her cheek in her hand, as she watched the Ravenclaw table. Charlie sat with his group of friends, laughing and chattering happily.
It had been over a month since she'd talked to Tom, and almost a month since Charlie had given her any sort of non-sexual attention.
"Ready for our next game?" Avery asks, nudging y/n who sat beside her. Y/n nodded.
" 'course." Y/n says, pasting a fake smile onto her face. Avery smiles, nodding, taking the peach off her plate, taking a bite and placing it back on the plate.
"Wha-" y/n grumbled, picking up the bitten-into peach. Y/n rolled her eyes, looking at Marina, who annoyingly watched as Narcissa and Lucius made out. Y/n smiles, her eyes shifting to the girl from Tom's dorm. Y/n's smile fades as she watched her lucidly talk to a tall boy with blonde hair.
She immediately identifies him as Corban Yaxley. She'd seen the pair following around Tom closely recently. Not that she'd been stalking him. She was simply worried for him. Worried he'd forgotten her. Or hated her. She'd certainly hated him. Or so she'd thought.
She frowned merrily as the loud bell chimed through the castle. Potions was her first hour of class, of course, with Tom, who hadn't even dared to look at her.
The students always got new seating after break. She'd been placed by Goyle, who paid her no mind, and was an awful potions partner. She walked slowly towards the classroom.
"You're off to DADA sweetheart." Narcissa mewled, kissing Lucius' cheek, sending him on his way. Narcissa watched in admiration, as y/n scowled.
"Brilliant, isn't he?" Narcissa said with a wistfully sigh. Y/n shook her head with a smile. Narcissa and Lucius had recently started dating, and Narcissa never shut up about it.
"Alright, Lo. I've got charms. See you in astronomy?" Narcissa asks. Y/n nods. Narcissa hugs her side before walking to the classroom. Y/n dreadfully walks to the potions classroom. It's mostly full, students trickling in. Y/n talked her foot against the concrete floor, her eyes tred over the pages of her book.
The bell chimes loudly, signaling everyone should be in their class. Y/n sets her book aside, glancing around noticing the only empty chair in the classroom, the one behind her. Tom's. Of fucking course. She rolled her eyes, focusing on Slughorn who began speaking loudly in front of the class.
"Good morning class! Today we're going to continue our work on our essay's, an-" Slughorn stops in his tracks, glancing at the door that loudly creaks as someone opens it.
"Ah! Mr. Riddle! You're late." Slughorn says, his cheerful tone falling dramatically serious. Tom's fan club-as y/n liked to call it-giggled in the corner. The fan club was simply a group of girls that followed Tom around like lost puppies, or talked about how attractive Tom was. It always bothered y/n.
"So sorry, sir. I promise it won't happen again." Tom said, quickly walking to his seat. Slughorn shook his head softly.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Mr. Riddle." Slughorn stated walking back to his desk. It was silent for a moment, the class chattering softly as they worked on their essay's. Tom smirked, glancing down at y/n'a h/c covered head. He leans forward pressing his head against hers softly. She backs arches indistinctly.
"But, aren't those the best promises?" Tom mumbles, only loud enough for her to hear. Y/n paused, her teeth sinking into the fleshy pad on her lower lip. She couldn't help but smile.
I suppose some promises are meant to be broken. Even those made by the ones held deepest in our hearts.
