007. | forbidden fruit

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         Ophelia and Tom hadn't spoken in weeks but despite their avoidance or perhaps their one-sided avoidance, Ophelia could still feel his gaze burning into her back. Their lessons were very quiet and less, touchy. In other words, they were dull. Ophelia yearned for his lips to truly press against her own but he was a teacher. It would be a scandal if anyone were to find out they had even been close enough to kiss, so Ophelia avoided him like the plague.

     "Ophelia, are you even listening?" Amira snapped her fingers, bringing the girl back to earth. Ophelia exhaled sharply and nodded. "Anyways, are you going to the quidditch match?" Lestrange giggled and plucked a wilting flower from the ground. 

The first quidditch match of the season was approaching, and Ophelia hadn't put much thought into it. She wasn't a fan of sports and she doesn't believe she ever will be.

    "I most likely won't," Ophelia said gently while twirling her hair.

    Unlike Ophelia, Amira was not gentle at all with her reaction. "You have to come, it will be a joyous experience watching Gryffindor lose," Amira wickedly smirked.

   "What makes you believe I would support Slytherin?" Ophelia asked with a smile.

   "Well, you're my friend and so, by association, you have to support us," Amira trailed off before speaking once more, "What if you bring someone with you? Perhaps, a boy?" she suggested with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

   Ophelia mentally tried searching for a boy she could bear long enough to attend the match but the only person she could think of was Tom. "There is someone but, I'd never be allowed to go anywhere with him," she sighed. "He is forbidden."

   "Well, if he is forbidden or the complete opposite of you, you should ask him to come with you." Lestrange grinned at her dear friend.

Forbidden, it fit Professor Riddle perfectly.

He was the forbidden fruit and she was Eve.

But perhaps taking a bite of him would not cause her paradise to disintegrate, perhaps, it would be the beginning of a euphoric era. 
















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