Love of my life

Chapter 13

Tom's POV ✨️

After dancing and talking with this mystery girl for a while, the dance part of the night ended. It is now time for dinner and we walk to the tables. This girl is so fascinating, I need to find out who she is.

In the beginning of the night, I will admit she was only a distraction. A way out of talking to that wench with the bright ass dress. How dare she disrespect me by wearing that. This masked woman is different, though. She's wearing this beautiful gown that she looks ravishing in.

She's intelligent for a girl whilst that wench is dumber than a cane toad. That wenches dress looks like a hot pink loofah, but I wouldn't put it anywhere near my body. Also, it dances like it has 2 left feet and a head of a chicken. This girl, on the other hand dances like the white swan with grace and class.

It is so full itself even though if she wasn't a pure-blood it'd be nothing. This girl, on the other hand, knows her worth, and she doesn't need to speak it. I need to know who or what she is.

"So darling, forgive me, but I forgot your schedule tomorrow."

"My schedule? We have the same schedule, remember? The punch definitely got to you" she giggles. That laugh is beautiful, it's like a melody to my ears.

"Right, sorry I'm very forgetful today,"

"Oh I know," my eye twitches a bit. To think I praised her so highly. "Oh Lestrange, thanks for getting your wacky friend to clean my room," No. No. This can't be her. I refuse to believe this.

"Oh yeah sure, um I'll be right back I have to get some air," I clear my throat standing up.

"Damn that punch really got to you" She laughs but I grit my teeth. If only she knew how much I want to punch her right now. I walk out of the great hall. This can not be happening. I touch my forehead to find some strange liquid. What is this? Is this sweat? I never sweat what is happening. This girl is killing me!

I head straight to the bathroom and splash water on my face. Why her? Of all the people I could start liking, it's her. I shouldn't even like her. Love is weakness and liking someone leads to love. What is this feeling? I've never felt like this for anyone before. I simply just used Beverly, I never had feelings.

I can't let her see me like this. No, I can't let anyone see me like this. I have to control my feelings, she doesn't even know it's me. She thinks that I'm that pathetic excuse for a life Lestrange. I should have guessed it after he copied my outfit. No my entire being. All of a sudden someone comes into the bathroom. It's Rosier.

He looks at me strangely. I clear my throat trying to act like nothing happened. He can see right through it though, anyone can.

"Are you ok?" He hesitantly asks. He gets a paper towel and starts patting my face down. "Why are you sweating so much? Did something happen? Never mind, it's none of my business, you should take a breather." I nod stiffly as he guides outside the bathroom. I'm about to insult him, but I can't bring myself to. I can't even think of one. "If you ever need to talk about anything, you can come to me."

If only he knew that his best friend Clar was the reason for this.