The Perfect Prefect

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The Sorting Ceremony went by quickly, kid after kid got sorted, none were interesting.

When the feast was over Y/n met up with the boy Gryffindor prefect, and they guided their house to the dorm, as did Tom and a girl.

The girl… she was very pretty. Y/n couldn't help but feel agitated by her, but she didn't understand why. She shrugged it off and continued walking.

When dinner came around people from both the Slytherins and Gryffindors noticed that Tom and Y/n were staring at each other, though they didn’t know why.

Even though no one knew what was happening both Y/n and Tom did. They weren’t technically talking, they were silently taunting each other.

Everyone just saw Y/n grinning and Tom looking offended.

Soon it was time to monitor the halls. Y/n was trying to act like she hated it as she walked over to Tom, but in reality, she was going to enjoy this.

"Riddle," Y/n stated, not looking at him.

"L/n," Tom replied, also not sparing her a glance.

Y/n annoyingly started walking through the halls around the Ravenclaw common room, listening for any sound of students up past curfew, with Tom following close behind.

"Who's the girl?" Y/n finally asked what she had been wondering ever since she saw her. "What girl?" Tom responded, clearly confused. Y/n sighed. "The other Slytherin prefect," she stated, trying to be as calm as she could. Tom instantly knew who she was talking about.

"Oh, Walburga Black, why?" he asked. Y/n was silent for a while.

"Do you like her?" she barely whispered.

"I can't hear you," Tom admitted honestly.

"Do you like Walburga goddamn Black Tom?" Y/n all of a sudden shouted.

It was silent for a few more minutes, Tom seemed to be shocked by the outburst. "No, of course not, but why do you care?" Tom asked suspiciously.

"Because I love you!" Y/n blurted out.

As soon as she said it, Y/n regretted it. She put her hands on her face and put her back against the wall, sliding down to the floor.

Tom stood there, shocked. He didn't know what to say. Is that what he had been feeling? Love? He wasn't supposed to be able to feel that, he was born under a love potion!

After a few more minutes of silence Tom realized what he wanted to- no, needed to say.

"I love you too Y/n," he admitted, crouching down to her and taking her hands off her face.

“Does that mean we’re dating?” Y/n asked, tears falling down her face. Tom sighed and smiled, cupping her face in his hands.

“Yes, it does” Tom said, softly kissing Y/n.

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Ik he can't love but do other stories care? No. Also I'm pretty sure Walburga Black wasn't in Tom's year but oh well she's the first person I found, we can pretend.
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