Tumbling Fantasies

Chapter 1

(A.N - Who wouldn't love this?)

Tom Riddle was walking down the Architecture Class Corridor when he heard something that caused him to come to a halt. He turned to the left and saw the girls standing there discussing him specifically.

Don't get him wrong, Tom was well aware that he was the subject of daily gossip; he had a reputation for turning down everyone who approached him to ask him out on a date. He despised how everyone wanted a piece of him, and even when he avoided dating, his peers labelled him a player. He didn't understand how not wanting to date someone could turn them into a player. He could understand a heartbreaker, but a player?

But today's gossip wasn't about how he turned down Terry Boot's advances to date in the Cafeteria yesterday; rather, it was about something he thought was wishful thinking on the part of those silly girls, so he gave them a deadpan look and they scurried away from the corridor. His brows furrowed as he couldn't keep up with what they were talking about. Tom Riddle, Fiction, and Smut were the only things he could recognise? What were they talking about, anyway?

As the bell rang, he ignored it and continued on his way to his second class of the day. He groaned aloud as soon as he walked into the materials class, as the entire class was focused on him rather than Professor Sinastra, who was setting up the projector. The deep silence was broken by hushed whispers as he sat down at the third desk from the board, the only empty seat. He sighed with relief when he saw he was sitting next to Euphemia Travers, the other student with whom he was sharing the desk today. Euphemia was a bright student who didn't take crap from anyone and never forced herself on him or treated him unfairly. He said a quick Good Morning, which was met with a nod of the head from her, and that was the end of it. This was one of the reasons he liked her; her no fucks attitude was superior, and he wished he could be more like her than the hot-tempered person he was.

When Euphemia called his name at the end of class, he packed his bag and began walking towards the door. He stood at the door, waiting for her to join him, and the two of them began walking to the cafeteria for lunch. Halfway through, she asked him a question that caused him to slow down in his steps. 

"Did you hear the latest gossip about you?"

"No, and I don't really care"

"But Tom, I'm worried this is something much more than just idle gossip"

"If it is Lucius would know and be ready with the information for us as we meet"

"If you're sure"

"Don't worry Mia, you know they'll forget it for the expense of something by tomorrow"

And they carried on, but Tom felt the mingling doubt seeping through his conscience that shit was about to go down.

A.N - this is my first fanfiction, and writing in general. I hope you like it!
Byeeeeeeee!