Lord Imp (A Harry Potter fanfic)

Chapter 14: A confusing detention

I was listening to the sorting with half an ear, keeping a keen eye on the ones I recognized, and the potentials.

Dolores Umbridge, Regulus Black, Keenan Staff, Cory Scamander, Jennifer Fudge, and Penelope Clearwater.

Dolores was garbage, her magic was weak and her eyes and nose were permanently scrunched up in disgust towards anyone who looked twice at her. Though she was kinda pretty.

Maybe I'd throw Peter at her and they can go make evil little rat-toad babies together.

The other children were halfbloods and pure bloods. Fudge was a bit worse than Dolores magic-wise, but I didn't have any book backed prejudice against her. Keenan was probably muggleborn, but his magic was quite strong, Cory and Penelope were pure bloods like Jennifer Fudge but their magic was quite a bit stronger.

These were just idle thoughts in my head, since most of my focus was on Tom Riddle, who had been reintroduced as Tom Slytherin. His clothes were quite a bit nicer than what he wore last year, indicating new money. He was still perfectly beautiful, so he must of done something with his horkruxes. His eyes were blue, and there was no longer any tint of red in it. I didn't know enough about dark magic to determine why that was, but it was distracting.

It was a particular shade of blue that once haunted my dreams as a child. I stared at him blankly for a long time and noticed he was determined to eat his food without looking up from his plate once.

"You got a crush on professor Slytherin?" Amelia whispered from my left.

I blinked and turned to her with confusion. "Of course not. I have a particular type of man I'm interested in and Riddle ain't it."

"He's Slytherin now, Impel." She corrected before barging on. "And you already have a type? What's your perfect man look like then?"

I tilted my head in thought as blue eyes flashed in the back of my mind. I ignored that and focused on the question before smiling. "Well he's got to worship me for sure. Treat me like a queen and obey my every command. He's also gotta be cute, someone I would love to spoil with everything I have. Intelligent, sweet, kind, and wants to revolutionize the world at my side for the better. He also has to have a dark side to him that he's absolutely unashamed about. Demanding, powerful, and makes me feel even more so for having him under my foot."

The entire hufflepuff table was quiet as they listened in on my rant on the perfect man without any shame. I tapped my chin as I looked sideways at Amelia. Curiosity took me over.

"Do you have a type?"

Amelia immediately blushed and fiddled with her fork. "I-I don't really know.."

"You really haven't thought about what you like in a lover?"

"I've mostly just been day dreaming of a big black bowler hat." She admitted with a bashful smile. Ah, she was too focused on becoming minister. Understandable.

I laughed. "Well you've got plenty of time to figure it out."

"Yeah, maybe when I'm 20 or something.." She trailed off as she looked somewhere towards the Slytherins tables.

I shrugged as I went back to looking at Tom.

Only to see him looking back at me with an angry scowl. My heart raced in my chest as I immediately looked away, startled at the intensity.

What the fuck is his problem?

"You know... I think you do have a crush on Professor Slytherin." Amelia giggled.

I felt my face heat up. Nope. That man was like, forty something? I may age faster than the average human but I wasn't going anywhere near that old bag of trauma with a ten foot pole. There's no way I'd go with a man that needs that kind of therapy and refuses to get it. Could he even get it up with all that insanity? "I wouldn't let that happen if he were the last man on earth. He may meet most of my standards but I won't ever be with someone who probably doesn't even have a working dick."