Seduce and Destroy | Tom Riddle

No difference //unedited

Chapter five
¦1943, 17 september¦

I looked on the paper and I saw my schedule. First class - Potions with Horace Slughorn. Back in my time, the man was once my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and I didn't like him.

'Potions first class? Oh, I am sorry for you.' said Thorn. 'The Slug is worse in the mornings.' he said matter-of-factlly with an idiotic smile.

'Shut up, Thorn.' hissed Ruth and then turned to me. 'Slughorn is just... different, but he is a great teacher.'

'If you are a great student.' he smirked at Ruth.

'You two are togheter?' I asked without wanting to. Ruth seemed amazed, then she blushed. Clearly, she liked him, but I realised they were not a couple because of their silence. Shortly after, Ruth laughed.

'This idiot is in love with my zombie sister.' she said. 'But this doesn't stop him to make out with every pretty girl he sees.'

'Wha-' the boy started to say, but I stand up with wide eyes when my schedule started to slowly disapear from the paper. I knew the spell very well, and I also knew that something will appear soon on the paper.
A message from Tom Riddle. I didn't liked the situation. If Tom Riddle made a spell on the paper, he wanted nobody to know.

Maybe he want to kill you, I thought but it was impossible. He couldn't know anything. I was paranoic. The concersation I had with him the day before was strange, but not incriminating.

I left Slytherin's table and I noticed that Tom was staring at me. The cold stare was enough to set chills down my spine. Ruth was calling me from behind, but I didn't stop until I left the Great Hall.

Meet me tonight in the
Astrology Tower.

I have walked these halls my whole life, I knew them just the same as if they were etched in my head with a sharp knife, scored in deep like some strange work of art. Those were the halls I grew up on and for the most I was calm there, at home, with a steady heart beat. Not tonight thought. My heart wanted out of my chest. It wanted to beat free of its cage. It pounded like it was going to crack a rib. My senses were on high alert. So the halls that were my salvation spike my adrenaline as good as a shot to the arm.

'Tonight I'm going to see Tom.' I said to myself a little bit scared and I started to get to my first class.

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'And what we have here? You must be the new student! Welcome to miss -'

'I'm Hermione Willowtree.'

'Right, right! Take a seat and we'll start the lesson.'

I seated in the only empty seat. I took out my book for the 6th grade. I allready knew all the subjects and I was relieved that I didn't have much to learn.

'Today we are going to talk about the controlling potions. First, we have the Befuddlement Draught. Does anyone know what is it?'

I raised my hand and I was not surprised when I saw that someone knew the answer too. In the back of the class, Tom Riddle - with his hand in the air - was looking directly at me with a peering face.

'Oh! Let's see what the new girl knows! Yes, miss Willowtree?'

'The Befuddlement Draught makes the taker confused and reckless. It's a dark green potion and the dose of scurvy grass measures how long it lasts.' I answered with a confident voice.

'Very well, miss Willowtree. I'm sure you'll be one of the best students!' Slughorn said with a big smile on his face.

I looked back again at him. He was writing on his notebook. If he had every known failure in his life, it didn't show. Everything from the way he held himself, to the way he spoke, to that secretive look in his eyes. He became Voldemort and I was looking at the youngest version of pure evil. As he felt like I was looking at him, he raised his head and gave me a devilish smile.
Something flashed beneath the surface of his hardened expression and I hurried to investigate the sudden shift. It was too late, the emotion disappeared before I could identify it, like reaching desperately for an escaped balloon; the string dangling so tantalizingly close but the wind pushed it away and it's lost forever.