Amortentia ♔ t.r.

It's a Date (Chapter 12)

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO A LOVELY HUMAN BEING, @catastrophe14 THEY LITERALLY MADE MY WHOLE DAY, EVERYTHING THEY SAY ABOUT MY WORK IS SO SWEET AND I DONT DESERVE A READER LIKE THEM <33333

(ahahahha im back again! sorry i suck at updating, i just need to get back into the groove of updates. expect one to pop up probably before next thursday <33)

"well, well, well." the familiar suave voice said mockingly. "what is a lovely Gryffindor like yourself doing in the middle of the Slytherin dormitories?"

slowly, you turn around, your face already burning up.

"heyyyyy tommm... i was just... uhhhh... fuck." you curse under your breath. it would have most likely been a good idea to come up with an excuse before hand, because right now, your mind was entirely blank.

"i'm guessing you were searching for this little piece of parchment, were you not?" Tom said, waving the familiar parchment in front of your face, making you flush even more red.

"um... not at all! i was just... looking around?" you pause, looking for any sort of change in demeanor from tom that suggested he believed you, even just a little bit.

obviously, nothing.

"alright fine! they wanted the map back, and they knew you had it. i had to try, because if not, they were going to start blaming me. they know you at least tolerate me to some degree, so they thought i was the best shot at getting it back. i had to!" you spill out the truth, not even trying to hold it back.

"who says i tolerate you?" was his only response, smirk still plastered on his stupid, handsome face.

"oh piss off!" you whine.

"you know, there's nothing stopping me from going straight to your little friends and telling them it was you. honestly, i'm surprised they haven't figured it out at this point, even if they are rather dense." Tom says, already having plotted what he can get you to do.

"Fuck! please don't. not now. they actually have started to enjoy my company, so don't ruin this for me riddle." you plead, worry contorting across your reddened face.

"fine. i wont. i just need... a small favor." he said, the tips of his ears flushing almost unnoticeably. 

but you noticed.

the tom riddle, was blushing.

"what the bloody hell are you planning riddle?" you say shifting your weight and crossing your arms.

"don't get the wrong idea. i despise you." he says, regaining a sliver of confidence.

"how heart warming." you say in a monotone voice.

"i need a date to the ball coming up. you're the only person i could stand long enough to make it seem like i had a legitimate date." he said, keeping his eyes on yours.

you were taken aback. a ball? with riddle of all people? why did he even need a date? was this just another scheme?

"why do you even need a date? you're allowed to go alone you know." you say, glaring suspiciously at the boy.

"i wouldn't even attend if i wasn't being forced to. slughorn is making sure all his top students have dates for some reason, so rather then being dragged around all night by some horribly smitten girl, ill just take you, and you can be smitten instead." he says, as if this is the most logical solution.

you stand silently for a moment, deciding which was a more desirable alternative to your dilemma. the ball was only 2 weeks away. you would have to practically be hanging off of his arm for that long, and you'd want to die every second of it. on the other hand, you would have no friends, so much detention, and riddle would still continue to nag you.

guess you've got a date to a ball you didn't even know existed.

"fine. ill go with you. ill act like the most smitten girl in the school. happy?" you say, adding a dramatic sigh.

"exceedingly." he replies. "now i suggest running along, before i confiscate your invisibility cloak and give you a weeks detention for being out past curfew."

"alright, alright! buzzkill." you say before turning around and preparing to throw the cloak over your body. "can i at least get the map back?" you ask hopefully.

"no."

you mumble an array of colorful words before exiting his dorm, cloak now throw over you head. quickly, you make it back to your common room, finding the marauders awaiting your return.

"so? did you get it?" james asks, a hopeful look spread across his face.

"i'm sorry guys. i couldn't find it, and i got nervous about the time so i had to book it out of there. i think the bloke carries it on himself all the time any ways." you say, shrugging off the cloak and passing it to james. "i really am sorry."

the group looks disappointed, they really had believed you would get it back for them, but it really want your fault this time! you were dedicated to getting the map but riddle had caught you. not like you could tell them that, though.

 once everyone had made it upstairs, sirius approaches you, attempting to make you feel better about the situation.

 "its alright Y/n.  the bloke most likely planned it anyways." he says, his anger towards the brunet showing subtly. "and uh... speaking of planning..." he lets a small, awkward cough. " you see, there this ball coming up, for Halloween. and i was wondering if maybeyouwouldwanttogowithme?" he quickly mumbles out the last bit, barely intelligible to you.

it wasn't like sirius to be so awkward like this. usually he was outgoing, obnoxiously flirty, and maybe a bit charming. 

but never awkward.

"i'm sorry?" you question.

once he composed himself quickly, he states his question again, "i was wondering if maybe you would like to go to the ball with me? its perfectly fine if you don't want to, i understand-" he continues quickly, bracing himself for rejection.

your heart sinks, filling with guilt. you would love to go with sirus. he has always been such a kind boy to you. he accompanied you to classes occasionally and would talk to you about the books you had read, even if he didn't know anything about them. but you already had a date. a fake one, that meant absolutely nothing, when there was a person you actually enjoyed hanging out with asking you right there.

"sirius, i'm so, so sorry. i would love to, i really, genuinely want to go with you, but someone's already asked me." you say sadly. you meant it. 

"oh. i understand. its not a big deal, so don't worry about it." he says, plastering on a fake smile. "ill see you tomorrow, Y/n." he says as he walks away to the boys dormitories.

tom riddle better make this dance worth your while or he might be spending a weekend in the infirmary. (and you might be spending a year in detention)

(sooooo i thought id throw in a bit of love triangle cause everyone always loves that, and a ball, cause i needed to spice things up. hopefully everythings making sense, and if i need to clarify, don't be afraid to ask me!! love you guys, see you soon! (hopefully))

-your favorite author <33333

ps sorry if this is awful im tired as fuck