tom riddle imagines

15: amortentia (f.d.)

imagine:
tom riddle smells your scent in the love potion.

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Rushing through the corridors hastily, you fought against the cold wind as you panted tiredly. The morning was cold and quiet; most of the Hogwarts students' motivation to study had flown out the window ever since winter arrived, so most days were empty as students began to sleep in more and care less about their education. You were part of the little population of students who still cared about grades so you fought against your urge to sleep in and decided to attend Slughorn's class in the last week of school.

Finally, you had arrived in class, barging in ten minutes after the lesson had started with sweat dripping down the sides of your face and your hair in a bunch. You held on to the door as your knees began to wobble, causing a few students to snicker.

"You're late today, Miss L/N," Slughorn said, "and you're soaked- were you running?"

You nodded, feeling the oxygen escape your lungs as you gasped for air. Your face was pale, your cheeks glowing redder by the second.

"Merlin's beard, Y/N, you're a mess! Come on in and sit next to Riddle," he gasped, "there's an empty seat next to him."

You sighed, dragging yourself towards the empty chair next to Tom Riddle. This morning was not only exhausting, but dreadful. You found Tom Riddle obnoxious and arrogant since the school year started, and sitting next to him only caused you to feel more irritated at the thought of him. You grunted, tossing your bag onto the desk as you felt his gaze burning on your skin.

"Eyes in front, Riddle," you grumbled, rolling your eyes at him. He sensed your irritation, which only made him more amused at you. He let out a chuckle as his gaze tore away from you.

The lesson went by boringly, with Professor Slughorn going on about a potion we were going to make that day. There were times where Tom would glance at you for a laugh, as the sight of you gave him a sense of superiority, or you simply looked pathetic to him.

"Now the person on your right will be your partner for today's lesson," Slughorn went on, "we're going to be making amortentia."

You sighed, sliding off your chair as Tom began pulling out a cauldron from god knows where (you couldn't be bothered to care about it). You skimmed through the textbook, then observed the ingredients neatly placed on the wooden table curiously. The morning might have started off horribly, but you were definitely intrigued by the potion you were making today. However, the moment you turned to your right to meet Tom Riddle's cold blue eyes, your joy went crumbling down hopelessly.

"The feeling's mutual, L/N."

"Good to know, Riddle."

You began following the instructions given on the page as you poured specific amounts of the ingredients meticulously, as you were keened on vexing Tom by pleasing the professor with a good potion. You turned to Tom, who seemed to have lost himself in his focus on the potion. When it came to academics, nothing could possibly drag him down, and you respected that.

But it wasn't going to stop you from annoying him.

Time went by slowly, but you didn't notice it as much as before as you were distracted by potion-making. You gradually stirred the mixture, being as meticulous as you usually were, but you couldn't help but gaze at Tom, who looked absolutely fine on his own.