The Riddle's Little Toy

Chapter One

Emery's POV:

My face dug deeper into the silky pillowcase in my dormitory. The sound of my roommates rushing to get ready awoke me from my dreamless night. I groaned turning onto my back while rubbing my eyes to awaken me. I suppressed a sigh and blew my brown hair out of my eyes. I fumbled getting out of bed to get my clothes I had laid out the night before. I slipped off my pajama bottoms and fit my school skirt around my waist. I yawned once again before checking the time and realizing I had only 15 minutes to eat breakfast and get to my first class.

 
I quickly threw my pajama shirt off and fumbled with the buttons on my white collared shirt. I then grabbed my tie and quickly tied it around my neck and tucked it neatly underneath my collar. I grabbed a brush and fastly brushed through my knotted hair. I winced at the pain it caused so I just settled to throwing it into a high pony tail.

 
When I stepped outside of the bathroom the other girls were already gone and probably at breakfast so I grabbed my cloak and rushed to the great hall.

 
The smell of fresh pancakes, waffles, toast, and fruits filled my nose but I didn't' have much time to eat. So I grabbed a piece of buttered toast and quickly chomped that down while gulped down a glass of orange juice. I checked my silver watch and the time showed I only had three minutes to get to my first class. " Shoot " I whispered underneath my breath. I walked at a brisk pace to the downstairs dungeons. When I had finally made it to potions everybody was already inside.

I barged through the door making people look up from their cauldrons and at me. I huffed a piece of hair out of my eyes and did an innocent smile at Professor Slughorn. " Ahh, Miss Riviere! How lovely of you to join us. Come sit down in an empty seat!" he said.

I nodded and looked around the classroom for an empty seat. No, no, no! The only seat in the classroom was next to Tom Riddle.

 
I made my way over and desperately hoped this would only be a one time thing. As I made my way over his fist clenched on the table and his eyes met with mine and it felt as if he was trying to look into my soul.

 
I took a seat and looked towards Slughorn trying to ignore Riddle's eyes burning into me.
Tom Riddle was no ordinary student. He was the teachers pet. Always at the top of the class and the teachers favorites. He was also a prefect making him more annoying because he took advantage of those powers that come along with being a prefect.

 
Though there was something about him that I always couldn't quite figure out. Something mysterious. He barely talked to anybody. Well almost anybody. He did have those group of boys gathered around him. Though they didn't seem much like his friends but more of...followers? I couldn't tell you. All I know is that he isn't normal.

 
But another thing that stood out was his beauty. He knew he looked handsome and he used that to his advantage. I can't get cought up into that. I couldn't. So I focused my attention back at the front.

 
" Welcome back everybody! For our first lesson we will be brewing drought of living death. It should be in page 15 of your books. You'll be working with your table mate and from now on they will be your potions partner from the year" Slughorn smiled and clapped which told us to start working.

 
I glanced at Tom and he glared back. " So..." I said trailing off, tapping my finger on the desk.
" You can cut the ingredients and I'll brew it all so it won't mess up. Don't talk to me unless you have any questions. Understand? " Tom coldy instructed.

 
" Yes sir " I sarcastically replied, grabbing the knife and getting the proper ingredients.
We worked in silence for a while before I started cutting the bezoar. 

" Your doing it wrong " Tom said with no emotion.

 
I rolled my eyes and replied " Well if your such a potions master then you help me!"

 
Tom straighted his back and walked behind me placing his hands on mine. They were long and cold. Metal rings lined his ring finger that pressed against my hands. Surprisingly it was comforting compared to the contrast of his cold hands. I can't be thinking about this I told myself. I cleared my throat and listened to what he was saying.

 
" First of all, your supposed to crush the bezoar with the side of the blade. Not cut it " He said. His voice trailed down my body and made a shiver go through my spine. He pushed down the blade onto the bezoar causing the stuff to come out of it.

 
Tom continued to help me before the rest of the bezoar's were finished being crushed. Then he stepped back ,took the ingredients, and began mixing the potion.

 
I sat there looking at him. I watched his movements. They were surprisingly graceful considering what his actions gave off. His dark curls layed perfectly against his face. His eyes were dark brown, almost black. Similar to a black cup of coffee with cream mixed in.

 
He glanced at me and questioned " Are you going to keep staring at me or what? " My cheeks flushed bright red and I looked down at the table in embarrassment. I saw the slightest smile creep on his lips but it quickly vanished after he glanced at me again.

 
" Okay students, please step away from your cauldrons and wait for me to check your work. " Slughorn bellowed

 
Tom stopped mixing and took a step back from the table to wait for Slughorn to check our potion.

 
" Ahh yes, Mr. Riddle and Miss. Riviere. I expect great thing from you two this year. Lets see what you mixed up today. " Slughorn said smiling and peering into the potion. He smiled and looked up. " A perfect example of the drought of living death. I couldn't have done it better myself. Well done. But Mr. Riddle, let Miss. Riviere participate a little bit more before next time. Otherwise amazing job! " Slughorn said.

 
" Yes sir, I will " Tom said putting on a fake smile.

 
" Great! And I expect the two of you at my next Slugclub meeting on Halloween. Class dismissed! " Slughorn said making his way to tell off two students who blew up their cauldron.

 
Tom glared at me before packing his bag and walking hastily out of the classroom. I followed behind him trying to keep up with his long strides. " Riddle! Can I talk to you? " I yelled down the corridor.

 
He stopped walking, turned around and I could see the angry look on his face. " What do you want Riviere? " He asked furrowing his brows.

 
" I just wanted to say I would appreciate it if you actually let me do the work in potions class next time instead of me just sitting there" I confessed, anxious of what he would say.

 
Tom rolled his eyes and said " I was just trying to see what your skills were. And clearly you need some help but other than that I could try. "

 
I gasped at his words and an angry look came on my face. " All I needed help on was crushing the bezoar thank you very much! So don't go around saying that I'm not as talented as you. Because I am. I hate you very much and I barely know you so don't do anything to make me dislike anymore than I do now. " I huffed

 
" I don't like this pairing anymore than you Riviere so don't try me. And I would recommend not talking to me like that or I can make you regret your birth. " Riddle said.

I couldn't believe the power he thought he had over me. I didn't feel like arguing back with somebody so idiotic so I took a deep breath, and walked past Tom without another word.

Authors Note: PLS- this chapter was so stereotypical I hate it. But the next ones will be better trust me