His ( A Tom Riddle Love Story)

CHAPTER FIVE

Chapter 5

Cindria's POV

Monday

After Tom showed me around the whole entire castle and received a few too many stares, we went back to the common room to hang out. He took me to the infirmary late that day and the nurse gave me some type of medicine for my bruises, they were gradually disappearing. Sunday was spent outside, where Tom showed me everything from the Oaktree beside the forest to the Astronomy Tower.

To say the least, this was the best thing that ever happened in years.

Today we were starting our classes and I was lucky that Tom and I had the same classes. Tom informed that I would be taking my O.W.L this year since I was supposed to take it last year.

My schedule was:

Monday:

Ancient Ruins

Defense against the Dark Arts

Potions

Tuesday:

Herbology

Divination

History of Magic

Wednesday:

Free Elective --> Muggle Art

Transfiguration

Alchemy

Thursday:

Care of Magical Creatures

Arithmancy

Apparition

Friday:

Free day

For the free elective, Tom had chosen to take nothing at all and rather stayed in the library studying. I told Tom that I've always wanted to take art but never got the chance to so I chose it.

Currently, we were walking to our last subject of the day; potions. Tom was telling me about the potions professor and how he wasn't exactly good or bad but in the middle.

In each class, I sat next to Tom and some students nodded and waved at him, that lead me to think that maybe people respected Tom and feared him at the same time.

I mean everybody wished him good morning and he always nodded back but it seemed that Tom didn't care about what he or she had to say or were.

I might just be overthinking, though.

We headed down towards the dungeon classroom and walked into an empty classroom. That was another thing about Tom; he always came to class 10 minutes early.

Tom nodded at a table in the middle and moved towards it. I set my bag down next to my chair and sat down right next to Tom.

He had already taken out his textbook and began adding his own little notes.

"Tom? What're you doing?" I asked while looking at his textbook.

"Just adding notes for myself," he answered while looking at me directly.

I looked away immediately and nodded my head in understanding.

It's so hard to look him in the eyes when he's looking at me like that.

"No wonder Professor Dumbledore said you were the most brilliant student Hogwarts has ever seen," I said smiling.

Tom flinched when I said the professor's name and that was something else I've learned about Tom.

He doesn't like Professor Dumbledore. At all.

There was a sound at the door and I looked up to see a man with thick straw-colored hair and a gingery blond mustache. He had pudgy hands, fat thumbs, and a vast forehead. He wore a highly polished buttoned maroon velvet jacket. His gooseberry colored eyes wandered around the classroom before they stopped on Tom.

He smiled and was about to say something before he noticed me sitting next to his prized pupil.

"Hello, Professor Slughorn, this is Cindria Rowan who've I've talked to you about before," Tom said politely while smiling.

Tom's smile could probably bloom flowers.

Professor Slughorn beamed at this and waddled over to us.

"Hello, Miss. Rowan, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I hope you'll be as amazing as Tom is, he is after all my prized student." Professor Slughorn laughed while squeezing my hand in his a little too roughly.

Once he released my hand, I wiggled my fingers under the table just to see if I had lost any limbs.

"I hope so too, sir," I said nicely as possible while smiling at him. This seemed to please Professor Slughorn; he nodded his blubbery head and walked back towards his desk.

Under the desk, Tom took my hand and massaged my sore fingers. Of course, only Tom would notice such a trivial thing.

Soon the other students began to file in and the used to be silence was filled with laughter and talking.

I could only examine the students and wonder how it's like to live a normal life with a family and friends.

Well, as normal as it gets, being a wizard and all.

I turned back around to face the teacher and briefly wondered what were we going to do today before the seat next to me was pulled.

I looked up to meet a pair of light green eyes. It was a boy; with a buzz cut, blond hair, slightly turned up nose and pink lips that were pulled up in a quick smile.

He wore a Ravenclaw uniform neatly and I could see a knitted dark blue sweater from the inside of his robes.

This was the kind of guy you would see on the streets and would find attractive but you never see again.

I slowly smiled back and looked at Tom. Was this one of his friends?

When I saw that Tom was glaring at him, this was clearly an indication that Tom didn't know him, he didn't like him, and that it was best for him to stay very far away.

But I guess the glare only affected grey-eyed guy only just by a tiny bit. If it hadn't, he wouldn't have scooted his chair a little farther away from me.

"Hey, what's your name?" he asked in a cheery voice.

"Cindria Rowan, what's yours?" I answered back. I heard a snap and saw that Tom had broken his quill. Was it even possible to break one of those?

Tom didn't let that stop him from writing, though. He kept on writing as if he hadn't just broken his quill.

Perhaps he was writing and thinking too hard at the same time?

"My name's Caleb Chase, and let me just say it's a real pleasure to meet you."

"Thank you, you too."

"So I haven't seen you around before, I'd remember a pretty face like yours if I had."

I could feel my insides chilling a bit, and goosebumps erupting on my skin. It's a good thing I didn't have to answer that because at the very moment two things happened.

Professor Slughorn began his lesson and Tom slammed his book shut, which caused a very loud 'smack' before he moved it away from him and fully glared at Caleb with such loath I began to fear for Caleb's life.

"Today we shall be brewing the Draught of Living Death. Who here can tell me anything about it?" Professor Slughorn asked while looking around the class and falling on Tom, whose hand was in the air.

"Tom?"

"The Draught of Living Death, sir, is an extremely powerful sleeping draught that sends the drinker into a deathlike slumber," Tom answered while gripping his broken quill tightly.

"Excellent as usual Tom, 20 points for Slytherin," Professor Slughorn beamed. "Now the instructions are in your books, please begin. I'll come and see how you're doing in 10 minutes or so."

The students began getting up to get their materials, but I didn't move and neither did Tom. Caleb left to get the supplies and was conversing with a few Ravenclaws along the way.

I gently reached for Toms clenched hand and wrapped my hand around it slowly. "Are you okay, Tom?"

"I will be if you don't talk to that disgusting thing of a human."

"Do you mean Caleb? I don't think he means any harm."

Tom faced me quickly and glowered, this was the first time Tom showed me such an expression. Usually, he hides his emotions really well, either he hates Caleb that much...or he really hates Caleb that much.

"Trust me, he's not someone I want you hanging out with," he says while getting up from his chair to go get the supplies that are needed.

I sighed and looked at the ingredients for the potion.

What on earth was a sloth brain?

Thank you for reading.