All Our Broken Pieces

Chapter 7

It was gone five by the time I was back in my dorm so there was no point trying to get any sleep now.

In our dorm me and Pansy have our own bathroom with a large bathtub.

Pansy always had this room but after a term in first year she asked if I could essentially move in with her.

Therefore I was lucky enough to be able to relax in a nice, hot bath, just in time for when Pansy usually gets up.

I was towelling my damp hair when she finally woke up.

"God you're up early." she sat up, her hair tangled, rubbing her eyes.

"I wanted a bath before breakfast."

She nodded and we both finished up getting ready.

When we got down for breakfast, my plate had been filled with my usual favourites; pancakes with fresh fruit and syrup.

We frowned at each other, confused at this when Blaise, Theo and Enzo stood before us..

Theo and Enzo both holding french horns and Blaise a roll of parchment.

What the fuck are they doing.

"EHEM" Blaise cleared his throat then proceeded to stand up on the breakfast table.
Mattheo was beside me now, his plate was also filled with food.

Then the french horns began, I had never seen so many people cover their ears before, the sound was just atrocious.
"MR RIDDLE AND MISS GOLDHUNT," Blaise was practically screaming over the noise of the other lads.

"Alright guys come on we practiced this." he muttered to them as they both stopped playing.

"Ehem, Mr Riddle, Miss Goldhunt, today marks the beginning of a great few weeks, the Detention Olympics!" there was a small cheer from some other Slytherin students who had an idea of what we were on about.

"Please accept your freshly prepared breakfast in order to start the competition. Here today I have a hat," he paused to show us his hat,

"and within this hat is every teacher that the both of you are taught by. Mr Malfoy, would you please do the honours of picking said teacher out of the hat."

Draco then stood up next to Blaise, "I sure can Mr Zabini," and dipped his hand in, "and this years culprit is, Professor Flitwick."

Our whole year erupted into cheers and me and Mattheo laughed at each other.

"Mr Berkshire, can you please finalise the starting ceremony?"

"I can indeed, Mr Riddle, Miss Goldhunt, may I please invite you both up onto the table with myself."

Here we go.

Me and Riddle stood up and faced each other and I knew exactly what was coming...

Lorenzo grabbed my wrist and forced my hand into Mattheo's, on both hands.

"Repeat after me..."

God this is like wedding vows.

I mean not like and actual wedding because Riddle wouldn't be anywhere near my wedding.

He would look good in a tuxedo though.

NOT THE TIME.

"Bet you once, Bet you'll lose."

Mattheo and I repeated this, he hadn't broken eye contact all morning.

"Bet you twice, a game for fools."

Again this was repeated before we both threw our hands up and cheered.