Heaven's Riddle: Unveiling Secrets of Love and Magic || T.M.R x OC x D.M

The Proposal

I found myself seated by the black lake, my thoughts drifting aimlessly across the horizon. The moments that had unfolded in my life recently seemed peculiar, some fragments remaining hazy and elusive. There were parts of my past that I simply couldn't recollect, no matter how hard I tried. I could vaguely remember a dusty room, my days spent toiling as a maid, but the location remained a frustrating mystery. Then, as if by fate's design, my parents had discovered me, and I embarked on my journey as a student at Ilvermorny.

I couldn't help but think about the times I had encountered Professor Dumbledore, the former headmaster of Hogwarts, at our house parties, and even had the pleasure of meeting Headmistress McGonagall. Yet, an inexplicable feeling persisted; I was sure that I had met them before, even prior to my life with my adoptive parents. Those memories, though, remained locked away, stubbornly eluding my grasp despite numerous attempts, even with potions and medications.

My frustration grew, and I couldn't help but associate the word "Riddle" with my predicament. It echoed in my mind, a word that held a tantalizing familiarity. Alongside it, a shadowy silhouette of a young man lingered, tauntingly just out of reach. "Riddle, Riddle," I muttered to myself, caught in a bewildering web of uncertainty. Where were those elusive memories hiding?

Suddenly, a voice jolted me from my reverie. Someone was speaking beside me.

"Hey! Hey, Kitty, look beside you! What are you doing here alone and shaking your head so violently?"

I turned to find Professor Milord standing there. "Professor Milord?" I exclaimed. "Oh, nothing really. Just a headache. And hey, don't call me 'Kitty.' I'm not a cat!" I protested.

"Hehe! But you are a feisty kitten! So, I'm going to call you that! And hey, you forget to take your medicines, didn't you? Come with me, bad kitty, and let's get your potions," he chided me playfully.

"Merlin, I hate medicines," I grumbled as we made our way back to my room.

After taking the prescribed potions, Romeo and I made our way to the Great Hall. However, our path was unexpectedly blocked by Draco Malfoy. I mustered a weak smile, fearing he might berate me again. "Ha-ha-hi," I stammered nervously.

He glanced at me and then at Romeo before speaking, "I have something to tell you." His gaze settled on Romeo, a clear disapproval in his eyes. I turned to Romeo and said, "Professor Milord, you go ahead. I'll catch up."

Romeo smiled and bid us farewell, leaving us alone.

Draco shifted his attention back to me, and for a moment, his eyes lingered on my lips, causing a flush of embarrassment to creep up my cheeks. "Ehm," I cleared my throat to divert his attention from my lips. "What did you want to tell me?" I inquired.

He gave me a stern look, a smirk playing on his lips as he mockingly remarked, "You forgot to take your medicines on time, didn't you, Celia? And you just took them now."

I was taken aback by his statement. "How did you know?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly.

He chuckled and moved his fingers closer to my lips, gently brushing the residue of the potion. "See, the potion is still on your lips. You've been rather careless lately. What's going on? Are you finding it hard to concentrate on things? Why?" He prodded.

His questions grated on my nerves. It's you! You dunderhead who stopped talking to me and began ignoring me completely. I grumbled inwardly but replied, "Nothing serious."

However, a foolish smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he retorted, "I'm not buying that."

"As you wish," I replied with a hint of annoyance.

"Okay, enough babbling," he said, changing the subject. "I came here to tell you that three weeks from now, Hogwarts will host a Celestial Ball. You know, most of the students are teenagers, and the management committee asked me personally to ensure no accidents occur. So, I'm preparing some antidrug and pregnancy prevention potions. But I'm short on a few ingredients. If your potion room happens to have them, could you lend them to me, please?"

Hearing his words, my cheeks flushed crimson, but I played it cool and replied, "Sure, come with me. Will the employees be attending the ball as well?"

"Yep," he answered casually.

I secretly hoped he would ask me to accompany him to the ball, but he didn't, and it left a small ache in my heart. He collected the ingredients and bid me farewell.

"Fucking stubborn idiot," I muttered under my breath, feeling a mix of frustration and unspoken longing.

After a day full of classes, I made my way to the Duel Club where I assisted Romeo. When I arrived, I found students and Romeo already gathered there. Romeo informed the students about the spells they were going to practice in today's challenge. He divided the students into small groups and began the challenge. As we both observed the young witches and wizards, Romeo suddenly approached me and whispered, "Hey, kitty!"

"Not here, Professor Milord," I grumbled, trying to maintain a sense of professionalism.

He chuckled and continued, "Okay, madam! But did you hear that Hogwarts is going to organize a ball three weeks from now?" He seemed a bit flustered.

"Yeah," I replied casually, waiting for him to get to the point.

"So... I was thinking... If you... Well, if you agree, it's totally up to you, and if you don't, that's perfectly fine..." he rambled, his words tumbling out in a rush.

"Hey, hey, Professor Milord, don't ramble," I reassured him with a smile. "You can say anything without fear."

"Okay," he took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Are you going to be my date for the ball?" He blurted it out with puppy-dog eyes, all in one go.

I paused for a moment, a smile slowly spreading across my face, and then I answered, "Sure!" With that settled, I moved in front of the next group of students. From the corner of my eye, I saw Romeo flash a victory sign and mutter, "Yes!"

"Idiot," I laughed softly under my breath, shaking my head at his antics.