Hogwarts: a school of Witchcraft and Love (Tom Marvolo Riddle x F!reader)

Chapter 2-10

It was that time of the year again—the time to take your exams.

Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic—the subjects that had consumed your days and nights for the past year. The answers were buried somewhere deep in your brain.

You started with Charms, a subject that didn't really interest you all that much but the incantations and wand movements flowed from your hand as you penned down your responses. You conjured memories of Professor Flitwick's patient guidance and cheery encouragement, which helped more than you liked to admit.

Moving on to Potions, you felt a bit apprehensive. Professor Slughorn's teachings didn't really stick with you all that much and Potions in general was just a tangled mess of complexity. The formulas, the ingredients, the delicate balance of each concoction, they weren't easy to remember.

Thankfully, Will sometimes helped you during free time. That boy really was smart and explained things in a way you understood them (A.K.A, he dumbed them down for you because you were a simpleton).

Your scribbled as you visualized the swirling colors, the bubbling cauldrons, and the unmistakable aroma of magical brews.

Transfiguration, the art of transformation, was next. Your hand moved again, capturing your understanding of complex spells and the principles. You could almost hear Professor McGonagall's voice in your thoughts, a voice both demanding and inspiring, urging you to embrace the beauty and precision of the craft.

And then came History of Magic.

Believe it or not, this one was actually a breeze for you. Most students who dozed off during the lectures and learned nothing failed on this. It was only because of that one time when you were forced to write an essay on Muggle rebellions that you paid undivided attention in Professor Binns' class.

Glancing at the clock, you wiped imaginary sweat off your brow. The two hours had ticked by, meaning you could leave the dreaded exams behind you. Will and Alyssa were right behind you, imitating your skip with playful hops.

"Yay! We're finally dooone!" Alyssa threw her arms up in the air and stretched her body like a cat. You nodded wildly, bouncing up and down with glee.

"You must be happy too, right, (Y/N)? You were basically living in the library for the past weeks!" She mimicked your nod, emphasizing your dedication.

"Only because of professor Dumbledore. If Madam Pince had a say about it..." You left the sentence unfinished, using a dismissive hand wave to get your point across.

Will, with his index finger raised, made a circular motion in the air with his logical thinking. "You didn't do anything wrong so she had no reason to keep you out."

The grass tickled your ankles as you skipped along the grounds. Exams were tough.

Alyssa eyed you. "So, what's the plan now that we're officially free as birds?" Her hands waved freely in the air.

Pretending to think, you brought your finger to the side of your head and scratched it, and then pointed forward with excitement. "Hmm, how about... Going to Hogsmeade?"

Will looked happy for a second, but then he shook his head with a frown. The plan wasn't possible. "We can't go there until next year," he remarked, his hands dropping down in disappointment.