If You Could See it Through My Eyes (Tom Riddle Fanfiction)

Late Night Stories and Comfort Food

Azalea Malfoy

Hanging out with Bonner was surprisingly fun. I guess there was a reason that he's good for comedy relief- he wants to be the comedy relief.

Now I had met back up with my roommates and we were heading back to out dormitories. Walburga, Jean, and I were going to Slughorn's party, so we had to get back early to dress up. 

However, nearing our room, we hear Chandra talking to someone. "When you see him, you'll understand. One can not simply be a Slytherin girl- or boy, for that matter- and not have a crush on Riddle at one point or another."

Walburga's mouth dropped open, and she flung open the door. "Wait! You think Riddle's hot? I told you!"

Inside, sitting on Chandra's bed, a girl that seemed extremely familiar looked back I us with wide eyes. Her blonde hair was done up in a messy top-knot, allowing an easy view of her piercing grey eyes. 

"Who are you?" I asked, trying not to sound rude.

The girl smiled and extended her hand. "McKenzie Bealer." she responded in her American accent.

Druella sniffed, "And what are you doing in our room, McKenzie Bealer?" 

The strange girl's smile became a little strained. "I really hope you wouldn't mind... Professor Slughorn invited me on short notice to attend his dinner party tonight, but I was unaware that it was a formal occasion. He said it wouldn't be a problem for you to help me out... is it?" Her voice was careful and cautious, as though testing the ice on a lake that hasn't been frozen for very long.

Walburga broke out into a wide smile. "Of course it's not, sweetie. Here, come with me. I have plenty of dresses."

I still couldn't figure out where I had seen her before. Her looks and accent all sounded so familiar... 

"I've got it!" I exclaimed, earning odd looks from my roommates. "You were that girl I saw with Bonner a few weeks ago on Prefect Patrol!"

Jean frowned. "What were you doing with that Mudblood?"

"He was a Mudblood?" Bealer scrunched up her nose. "If I would've known that, I wouldn't have gone near him. Dirty little liar." As an afterthought, she conceded, "He was a good kisser, though."

I immediately knew I didn't like her. Usually I didn't listen to stereotypes, but McKenzie Bealer fit the "blonde" category perfectly.

Walburga grinned. "I knew I'd like you. Now, I have plenty of dresses, here." She took out three different dresses, all something that my mom would kill me if she saw me in. Granted, I've probably wore something like that before. 

The first dress was spring green; with a fitted lace bodice embedded with rhinestones, and it showed off the wearer's mid-riff nicely. The skirt went down to her mid-thigh and the outermost layer was chiffon. 

The second dress also when down to the wearer's mid-thigh, yet it was made of royal blue satin instead of chiffon. The neckline, however, was very, very low, reaching almost to the bottom of the wearer's rib cage. 

And finally, the dress that I found most modest (and, in my opinion, the least likely for her to wear) was black, and like the first dress, was a two-piece, with a silk skirt that reached the floor. The bodice was cropped and showed her mid-riff as well, but the sleeves and neckline were lace. 

Bealer bit her lip as she looked at the dresses. "These are beautiful! Where did you get them?"

Walburga beamed. "Bought them last year."

"But what are you going to wear?"

Jean chuckled. "Oh, girl, don't worry about that. We have plenty of dresses." she pulled out a floor-length, tight, silver sequined dress that had a slit reaching up to her upper thigh. It had an open back and a low "v" neckline.