Love of my life

Chapter 9

I've decided on my plan. It's final, I need to know Riddle more than he knows himself. Lestrange is the way to go. He probably knows him better than any of his other friends. Lestrange likes me, it's pretty clear. I know Valentine warned me about him but it's not like I actually like him, I'm just using him for the greater good.

Then there is also Beverly Macmillan. The girl Riddle fucks yet hates. I also need to befriend her. She's definitely…something. I personally wouldn't befriend her on my own but Riddle might have accidentally told her something.

As I'm getting ready for class thinking about how to befriend Beverly, I hear a knock at my door. I go to open it and speak of the devil, it's her.

"Uh hi? What are you doing here?" I give the nicest smile I can muster up.

"Hello Clarie! I'm here for you of course!" She pushes past me and walks into my door.

"For me?"

"I told you I would teach you how to act like a pure-blood. You know, unlike your parents," fuck her. She gives me a stupid preppy smile even though she just insulted my parents.

"Oh, lovely!" I give her the fakest smile I've ever given anyone.
"Oh good!" She claps her hands and smiles. "First of all, ladies always have a gentleman at her side!"

Oh how I want to say like Riddle? To get that stupid smile off her face.

"Ok, I'll find a gentleman," I hate the 40s.

"I can help you with that! I have a lot of friends that would be happy to escort you around! Although, I'm sure with all the guys you hang out with it won't be hard for you to find one!" She fake smiles after saying that last line. Bitch.

"Aw thanks!" I return the stupid fake smile. "I'll choose someone for myself," perfect time to ask out Lestrange.

"Good! Who are you going to choose if you don't mind me asking? I mean there is Rosier and Avery! I mean Nott and Mulciber are good choices too but they are a bit younger," Merlin does she ever stop talking. "You better stay away from him though!" She glares at me. Wait what?

"Him?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Yes him, you know who I'm talking about!" She rolls her eyes. Funny how she talks about manners yet rolls her eyes.

"Um, I actually don't."

"Riddle of course! I saw you go to his room the other day," she scoffs. Oh.

"Actually I was thinking about Lestrange. You can keep Riddle." I scoff.

"Good, keep it that way." She glares at me.

"Wouldn't dream of any other way." At that she smiles at me.

"Well Lestrange is something, he's a womanizer alright!"

"Womanizer?"

"Oh, never mind that! Look at the time, it's time for breakfast. I'll see you after classes!" She turns around to walk out of my dorm.

Damn even Valentine said something along the lines of him being a womanizer. How weird.

I gather my things, getting ready to go to the Great Hall for breakfast when I hear another knock at my door. I open the door and see Lestrange.

"Hello darling! Are you ready to get some breakfast?"

"Uh yeah," I exit my room, closing my door and locking it behind me.

We start walking out the common room to the great hall. The walk is rather silent. He looks like he's deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about good sir?" We both laugh a bit at my joke. I'm so funny.

"It's nothing darling," he smiles that charming smile at me.

"Well I'll give you something to think about then darling," I wink at him.

"And what might that be darling?" He smirks at me.

"I have a little proposal for you!"

"A proposal?" He frowns a bit, I think he thought something else was gonna happen. He really thought.

"Yes, I propose that you should be my bitch!" His eyes widen while I just laugh. "I'm just kidding! But you should have seen the look on your face!" I say laughing.

"Well you definitely got me there," he chuckles a bit.

"Anyway, I propose you should be my boyfriend," he raises an eyebrow at this.

"I- uh, are you asking me out?" He looks a little confused.

"Oui monsieur!"

"Uh, well I think it's best if I ask you pit instead," he clears his throat.

"You? Why? I already did and it's a simple yes or no answer." He looks to the floor while his jaw clenches a bit. Is he seriously upset about me asking him out instead of the other way around.

"I just think that would be better for my rep- I mean our cute story of how we became a couple" he gives me a tight lipped smile.

"You're kidding right?" He looks at me dead serious though. What the fuck. I want to yell at him but I can't. I need to get closer to him in order to know more about Riddle. "Fine, if that's what you want, fine. We can tell people asked me out."

"Good." He smiles at me like he always does. He grabs my hand and drags me to the entrance of the great hall.

I glance back for a second and what do I see? Fucking Mulciber. I thought he would stop after our last encounter but clearly not. He follows close behind us and sits right next to me at the Slytherin table.

"Hello lads!" Lestrange greets the guys. Our hands are still interlocked and they notice it. Valentine looks at me and raises an eyebrow. I give him a reassuring look.

"Well well well, what do we have here!" Dune exclaims.

"Why you cheeky lad!" Atticus says while laughing. Riddle looks from me to Lestrange then back at me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead. I can't look away though. I zone out the conversation and focus on his eyes. I can't look away as he stares into my soul. All of a sudden I hear his voice.

"You are playing a dangerous game darling" his mouth isn't moving but I can hear his voice so clearly. He's in my mind. I quickly look away. He can't go through my mind or he will know things he shouldn't.

I glance back at him and he's still staring at me. What does he mean by playing a dangerous game?