You walked into potions class, your (y/h/h) friends with you. You take your usual assigned seat in between (y/b/f/n) and the golden boy, Tom Riddle. "Looking lovely this morning (Y/L/N)." Tom flirts with other you, giving you his signature smirk. "Not looking terrible yourself." You say. It's become a routine. Tom would flirt with you, he'd ask you out, and you'd say no. Even though you liked him. Which annoyed the living shit out of (y/b/f/n). "So Y/N, do you have any plans this weekend?" he asks. "No. I don't." You answer,leaning in knowing where this is going. "So then, I'd love to take you to Hogsmeade this weekend." Tom says. (y/b/f/n) groans in frustration. You did really like Tom. You had rambled to your dorm mates about how perfect he was yet rejected him. "Don't be a difficult lovable bitch." (Y/b/f/n) mutters. "Tell you what Riddle you say, leaning your elbows on the desk. resting your face in the palms of your hands. Tom became curious, his eyebrows raised. You picked up a copy of (your favorite book). "I'm returning this copy of (y/f/b) today, There are at least 20 other copies in the library. One of them will have my answer, with my answer and my name in it. If you find it and my answer is yes, you've got yourself a date." you say, with a wink. "You're insane, (y/l/n). But you're on." he says, as class is about to begin.
You had returned the book right after class, in the book was a parchment with your answer. Later that night, Tom came in with Abraxas to search for the book. "So what's the book?" asks Abraxas. "(Y/f/b). It's her favorite. It should be over there." Tom says pointing to the section in the right side.
"Come one we need to find it." Tom says, running his hands through his wavy raven hair. "Oi, calm down mate. Why do you like (Y/l/n) so much anyways? You could get any other girl." Abraxas says checking another book and tossing it away when it was wrong. "Because, she's perfect. I really like her. I don't want any other girl. I want (y/n)." I say. "Well, dang you haven't just fallen for her mate. You jumped off the top box of the quittidch pitch and broke several bones. Keep searching mate!" Says Abraxas. After several more books, Tom had found your note. "Hey! Abraxas! I found it!" he says, excitedly. "Well, what's it say?" the Malfoy asks enthusiasm. "Come up to my dorm? Before you do pick up pumpkin patsys? -(y/n)" he smiles at your note. "Well, to the kitchen we go, mate." says Abraxas, the two boys running out of the library.
The two boys finally got to the kitchen, a small house elf approaching them. "Mr. Riddle? Miss. (Y/n) said to give you this." said the elf, handing home a pumpkin patsy with a piece of parchment before scurrying off. "Can't find me? Check with my best friend.-(y/n) ." Tom reads aloud. " (y/b/f/n)." he mutters. Abraxas nods and they rush to find her.
After a while of searching they find (y/b/f/n) in the great hall. "(Y/b/f/n)!" he asks, running toward her holding up the note. He hit a few quizzical looks but he didn't care. "Riddle! Here she told me to give you this whatever it is." he/she says, handing him a package wrapped in some (favorite color) paper. He opens it as Abraxas taps his foot, anxious for his mate. "You're still doing this scavenger hunt? Wow, I like you. Meet me where this all began? -(y/n)." he says, he looks in the package and it's a potions book. "Potions! The bet started at potions!" says (y/b/f/n) running with Abraxas and Tom to the Potions classroom.
Sure enough you were there, tapping your quill on the table. You turned around as you see the sprinting raven haired boy, Malfoy on his right and (y/b/f/n) in them he left. You can't help but laugh at the sight. "Well, hello." You say. Tom stops in front of you, panting from running around. "Hey. So would you four out with me?" he breaths out. You laugh, getting up and taking his face in your hands and kissing him. "That's not an answer!" shouts Abaraxas. "Oi? Say yes! I know you love him!" shouts (y/b/f/n). It was Tom's turn to laugh. "Well, yes. Of course." you say. Tom's eyes light up with excitement. "Really?" he says. "Really!" You day in unison with Abraxas and (y/b/f/n). You all laugh in relief that your stupid book hunt worked out.
Oh hey! It's your girl Alejandora back with another banger. Danae's at YMCA camp so I'm alone writing Tom Riddle imagines! Request please! (:
