I love him ~~ Tom Riddle

Chapter seven

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"You'll be all happy to know that we are brewing a potion today." Professor Slughorn informed the students with a grin. "Can anyone tell me the name of this potion?" He asked, whilst gesturing to one of the cauldrons.

Tom raised his hand, causing the professors grin to somehow get even wider.
"Tom m'boy." The professor, said.
"That's Amortentia, professor." Tom stiffly answered.

"And do you know what it does?" The professor asked.
Tom shook his head.
The professor and Adelaide gave him a confused glance but he refused to make eye contact with Adelaide.

She raised her hand to answer the professors question.
"Yes, miss Gray." He happily said.

"Amortentia is a powerful love potion. It creates an infatuation or obsession from the drinker. It has a distinctive smell for each person, depending on what attracts them." I answered.

"Well done, miss Gray." Slughorn praised her. "You will be brewing this today, off you go then." He told them.

"What's the matter today?" Adelaide asked Tom, who merely glared at her question.
"I'll go get the ingredients." Tom said, if doing her question. "Since you'll get the wrong ones." He muttered under his breath.

Adelaide left Tom to brew the potion. She took one look at the potion book and honestly didn't even know where to start.

She focuses on Tom. She knew something was up with him considering he didn't speak to her at all. He seem almost angry when he was brewing. She picked up on how he sneered a couple of times when he flung the ingredients in the cauldron.

At first she thought it was because of the girls who were smiling in toms direction. They were all desperate to know what Tom smelt and Adelaide would be lying if she was equally eager to know.

Adelaide was broken from her train of thoughts by an alluring scent that she inhaled. She turned to see that Tom had finished the potion.

"Well done, you two!" The professor praised the two for the work that only Tom has done.

As always Tom looked in Adelaide's direction, to which Adelaide just rolled her eyes.

"Thank you, professor." Tom politely said.

"Once you've written down what you smell, you can leave." The professor said and left to go look at the other students who were still brewing.

Adelaide got out her book and quill.

She leaned further forward and once again was unwillingly lost in the magnificent scent.

She smelt old books, ink and seaside caves.
The scent was spectacular. She could almost hear the scratching of the ink, feel the old paper on the books and taste the salty air at the seaside.

"Adelaide." Toms voice and a shove to her shoulder broke her from the charm.

She blushed and sat back in her seat.
"That's was weirdly nice." She commented on the potion. It didn't surprise her that she smelt Tom.

Toms scoffed.
"What's got your knickers in a twist?" Adelaide asked and Tom gave her another deathly glare.

She noted that down in the back of her head that that was the eleventh glare he had given her today.

"Shut up, Adelaide." He spat.

She watched him as he forced himself to smell the potion.

Tom couldn't smell anything. Unlike the others the potion didn't bewitch his mind.
But then he inhaled once again and faintly he managed to get the scent of strawberries, chocolate and her perfume.

He flung himself back in his seat, earning a few glances from other students and a shocked yet amused expression from Adelaide.

Tom was shocked that he had smelt something, considering it was meant to be impossible. But then again why wouldn't he smell Adelaide. She was the only person he had ever cared about. Not that he wanted to. If he could Tom would never talk to Adelaide again. But he couldn't.
He said to himself he would be horrible and ignore her but then when he saw her, when she was grin at him, he couldn't bring himself to never see her do that again.

Adelaide gasped.
And Tom looked at her.
"What?" He asked.
"Did you smell Parkinson?" She asked him with a smirk.

He glared and clenched his jaw.
And picked up his quill, not answering he question.

They both wrote down what they smelt before leaving the class, early as usual.

"What did you smell?" Adelaide asked Tom.
"You." He answered.

Adelaide stopped walking and stared at him with her mouth open.
"Wha- how- bu-." Adelaide spluttered out.

Tom just chuckled a little.
"I'm lying." He said with a smirk.

Adelaide let out what sounded like a breath of relief.
But she knew it was it was disappointment. But she couldn't let him know that.

She grinned and punched him in the air.
"You idiot!" She shouted.

"Seriously, what did you smell?" She asked.
"Nothing." He lied.
"Liar. I saw you write down three things." She leant forward. "I'll find out who you love, riddle." She promised him.

And I'll punch them. She thought to herself.

"What did you smell, Adelaide?" He asked her.

Tom was actually curious as to what got her in that trance. He watched her for a few minutes when she was smelling the potion.
Her eyes had fluttered closed, her mouth was open slightly but she had a slight smile on her face.
She was utterly lost in that scent.

He wanted to know who made her feel that way.

"Wouldn't you like to know." She commented with a sly smile. "I'm not telling you till you tell me." She stubbornly stated.

Little did Adelaide know. Tom was telling the truth when he said he smelt her. It was only a faint scent but it was something.

"Oh and Tom, you better be careful." Adelaide warned him.
"Why?" Tom asked, amused.
"Well, you do realise that your group of fan girls have probably just got their hands on some love potion. I bet your pumpkin juice will be spiked." She said with a smirk.

Tom just scoffed.
"Dolohov was in that class. Yours might be as well." Tom retorted back.
"Shut up, Tom." Adelaide spat.

I hope use like this story so far.
There was the famous love potion lesson chapter.

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