Riddle's Amortentia

Partners

You open your eyes and take in the beauty of Hogwarts. Fawkes has disappeared from the branch above you but it causes you no concern. You stand up and rub your eyes, adjusting to how bright it is outside. Your back aches slightly from sleeping against a tree the entire night.

Walking a few steps forward, you kneel down at the Black Lake and splash some water onto your face. This wakes you up completely. A shiver runs down your spine. You notice some students walking down the fields and you realise that you've most likely overslept.

Hurrying back into the castle, you try to remember what lesson you have first. It's potions. You frown. Potions means having to take your seat next to Tom Riddle. Which also means that you have to face him after a very embarrassing rumour has been spread.

Gathering up all of your courage, you go to your potions class where Slughorn is already teaching the class. "S-sorry." You mutter to him as you quickly take your seat. It takes all of your control not to look to your right, where Tom's dominating figure sits.

Slughorn claps his hands together. "Alright students. Now that Y/N has kindly joined us, I will tell you what your test is to receive your final mark for this term." A few students turn to look at you as he mentions your name. You slowly sink down into your seat.

"You will be making a potion of your own. Yes, intriguing, isn't it. I have already decided that you will be working in pairs and that your partner will be who you're sitting next to. Do not come up to me to complain about your pair, it has already been decided." Slughorn says the second part before a few girls can speak up.

"This test will be taken over the last two weeks for this term which means you and your partner must work hard and get this potion made." The horror finally settles in for you. You will be making a potion with Tom Riddle, who most likely hates you more than he did before.

Slughorn goes on about the rules for the test like no stealing original ideas for potions, no bizarre consequences for using the potions or anything that could possibly burn the school down. 

"Now is the time for you to talk to your partner and think of the potion you will create. You have until the end of this lesson." He turns away and starts writing stuff on the board. You don't want to turn and talk to him.

You don't want to be the first person to speak up. But you have to be brave. There's only two weeks of this term left and you haven't even become mutual friends with Tom. You sigh and slowly turn to him. "So, I was thinking-"

He cuts you off by shoving a hand into your face. How rude. "I will work on my own for this project and so will you. If Slughorn questions anything, I will persuade him to let us not be paired up." He says quickly.

You should be happy. Happy that he's going to convince Slughorn to not work with him. So why are you upset? Probably because you have to make this man like you so you can convince him not to take over the Wizarding World when he grows up.

However, there's nothing you can say. If Tom says no, it's a no. He'll probably unleash his basilisk on you first if you don't listen to him. "Oh, okay." You say, trying not to sound as disappointed as you are. You're about to turn back when you open your mouth again.

"And, I'm sorry about the whole rumour thing. I-I never made it and I never wanted it to be made so..." Noticing the look on Tom's face, you decide to shut up. "Sorry." You say quickly before turning around, red in the face.

What should you do for a potion? Maybe you could make a potion that makes you change colours according to your mood.

No, Metamorphmaguses can already do that.

A potion that makes you fly?

No, what's the point of a broom then?

If only some stupid potion can make me lucky...

Oh.....ohhhhh

That's not a bad idea...(don't lash out at me guys, in this book, Y/N invents Liquid Luck)

You grab a piece of paper from under your desk and quickly write down the idea. You feel kind of happy and excited to think of something so smart. only question is how you're actually going to make it.

You take a quick glance over at Tom, who's also scribbling an idea down on his sheet. Your eyes take a quick detour to his face. His cheekbones outline his face which clearly looks like he's been sculpted by some Greek God.

Tom's raven black hair also compliments everything about him. He's simply gorgeous. You stare for a bit longer and violently turn your head left when he notices you staring. He's got a mixture of a confused, annoyed and pissed off look on his face.

Slughorn walks over to your desk and examines what your idea is, he then goes to Tom's. "My, my. Why aren't you two working together?" He asks. Before you can answer, Tom's mouth is already open. "Professor, you know that I work best when I am alone. Please, let me do this test alone."

Slughorn considers it for a moment. "But...you've both got the same idea!" He says. You blink and look at Tom as he does the same. "I didn't think you'd go so low as to copying another one's work." He snarls at you.

You frown. "Me? You're blaming me? I thought of the idea!" You get quite irritated. Slughorn nervously chuckles at the tension. "Um, now, now. Let's settle down. Since you both somehow thought of the same idea, why don't you just work together to execute it. You know that great minds think alike." Slughorn suggests.

"That only applies if the other person has a great mind." You mutter under your breath. Tom gives you a death stare, he definitely heard you. "I refuse to work with an imbecile. She will only deteriorate my grades!" Tom says.

Wow. An imbecile. Slughorn sighs and shakes his head. "I'm sorry Tom but you and Y/N will work together for this. You either do that or risk failing this test." If Tom gets any angrier, he will definitely explode.

Slughorn heads to a different pair and you are left to receive plenty of death stares from Tom. You shrug each one off. "Look, I know you hate me but, I don't want to fail this. Please just work with me and get the potion done." You say, practically pleading.

Tom blinks for a second and massages his temple. "Fine. But do anything to annoy me or ruin my reputation and I will personally make you pay." He snarls. "That's fine with me." You say and turn away from him to pack up your stuff.

With all of the fighting, you didn't realise that someone had placed a letter on your desk. A letter similar to the one that your secret admirer had given you previously. You try to smile but you sigh instead. As if dealing with this anonymous person was going to make your job any easier.