Dusk Till Dawn {tom riddle}

part four - amusement

"Black strikes again against the two Dukes of Hangleton," Hermione read out loud to the breakfast table the day after the scrimmage. "Could she be claiming her spot as Hangleton's next mistress?"

Your mouth ran bitter with resentment and a few groans of annoyance came from the other Gryffindors. "Keep reading, Mione. I wanna see what else this bitch has got to say."

Hermione pursed her lips and hesitantly went on.

"In a one-on-one intimate game between Black's team of lions and the Riddles' makeshift Slytherin team, the Gryffindor managed to shoot the final goal leaving the score as 5-4. Black also made sure to make up for the youngest twin's loss by giving him a nice warm welcome,  coddling him on the pitch in front of everyone, including his fuming brother."

Harry beside you let out a wicked laugh, in turn causing the rest of the table to turn towards him angrily. "They're not wrong- ow! What was that for?" He rubbed the back of his head where Ginny whacked him with her own copy of the paper.

"Y/n was just being nice, right?" The girls defended you, awaiting your confirmation. A smirk crept onto your face as everyone around you rolled their eyes except for Harry who smiled in relief.

"See? Even Black admits she was partaking in some cheeky behavior." Harry said matter-of-factly and high-fived your back, his round spectacles flickering in the bright sunlight. You rolled your eyes too and lit the papers on fire with a quick incendio and everyone watched, amused.

"Even if I was, it's no one's business but my own." You turned your head slightly and watched a group of boys in emerald green knits enter the Great Hall. "But I guess it's my fault acting like that in front of a bunch of loose-lipped Slytherins."

The entourage slowly approached your table, scowls erupting from both parties. You spotted the tallest of the three, Blaise, trailing behind them with his eyes pasted to the cold stoned floor. You suddenly rose to meet his gaze, which was difficult considering the large height difference between you two.

"Zabini, a word?"

The Gryffindors posted behind you stood up straighter and broadened their chests, putting on a defensive front for the opposing house. The Slytherins held back reluctantly before their apparent leader nodded his head slowly and followed you back out the Hall, his eyes lowered and lips pressed into a thin straight line. Although the groups had parted, the tension remained in the air, thick and full of anticipation. 

The two of you reached a secluded corner and he quickly peered around the area to make sure no one was nearby.

"What is it, Y/n?" He spoke in a hushed and almost urgent tone. 

"I wanna know who told the Midnight Lady about yesterday's scrimmage." The taste of their name in your mouth felt like dirt against your tongue. Blaise's eyes raised towards the ceiling, averting your gaze. You frowned, knowing the game he was playing at particularly well. 

"Remember that you owe me, Zabini. Silence isn't much of an option, I'm afraid."

His shoulders hiked as he looked down at his butterbeer cork necklace, the collarbones it rested upon flexed hard.

"After the match yesterday, Tom told me not to tell anyone about it."

"Hold on, you and the Duke are on a first-name basis?"