His ( A Tom Riddle Love Story)

CHAPTER SIX

Chapter 6

Cindria's POV

We were still working on the potion, and Tom convinced Professor Slughorn for me and him to work together, seeing as though I never brewed a potion in my life.

And probably couldn't brew one to save my life.

Tom wouldn't let me do anything, everything I did was either wrong or too dangerous, so Tom resolved this by telling me that he would complete the potion on his own.

To say I was embarrassed wasn't enough. I've always felt useless before but now I feel like I was the Useless of the uselessness. In fact, I'm probably the Queen of Uselessness.

I knew Tom meant well, but it still hurt.

So I sat in class in silence and just watched Tom and the other student's work. Caleb dragged me into a conversation about different kind of things he liked to do and the only thing I could do was nod my head and smile.

When class was over, Professor Slughorn praised both me and Tom, for making the best potion in the class and in the history of 6th years.

Of course, Tom didn't bother telling the professor that I didn't do anything, which made me feel even more useless and dumb.

Tom deserved full credit and it made me feel guilty that people thought I helped out in making the prized potion.

Tom didn't look like he minded at all, though. Once we exited the classroom, Tom grabbed my hand and we walked towards the Library together.

There we sat down and began working on our homework, Tom helping me more than I wanted him too.

This went on for a few days before it was finally time for my art class. Art class meant no Tom, and was I happy that Tom wasn't going to be there to help me? Somewhat yes.

I didn't want to burden Tom and depend on him way too much, he had a reputation to hold and I didn't want people to think any less of him with me hanging out with him.

I wasn't going to drag down anyone with me.

Tom walked me to art class and gave me the whole speech of if anything happens then to come find him in the library.

I nodded my head in understanding and from the corner of my left eye, I saw that people were whispering and looking at us.

Tom gave me a quick hug and walked in the opposite direction of where we came from. I entered the art classroom and saw many canvases aligned around the classroom.

There were already some students sitting down and the teacher was in the middle of the classroom creating a scene like projection in the air.

It was a starry night behind mountains and it looked way too beautiful to be pictured and drawn.

"Hey! You're in this class too?" said a familiar voice. I turned around and saw that it was Caleb. If Tom were here, he'd tell me not to talk to him but Tom wasn't here so I allowed Caleb to put his arm around my shoulder and lead me to a chair right next to his.

He was making such a bold move that I knew he wouldn't do in front of Tom.

"I didn't know you enjoyed muggle art," I said thoughtfully while looking at the colorful paint set in front of me.

"Eh, this is where most of the pretty girls are," he answered back while grinning at me. I looked around the room to see that there were mostly first-year boys than girls here.

"I meant you," he said while punching my shoulder. For some reason, I found this insanely funny and I began laughing.

Caleb joined in after a few seconds and we were laughing with tears falling down our faces.

Though I don't understand why.

The lady professor clapped her hands and gestured at the projection in the air. "I want each of you to attempt drawing this, close your eyes and let your senses fall into your artistic ones. Remember no magic is allowed and to have fun."

The professor then went and sat down behind her desk and began writing on a piece of parchment.

I looked over at Caleb, who I noticed was staring at the picture intently and it didn't look like he wanted to be bothered.

"Forget about him, he's not going to answer you even if you talk. He gets like that when he begins drawing," said a voice to my right.

I turned around to see a girl with green eyes and brown hair. She had freckles scattered over her pale face and when she pulled up her pouty lips into a smile, I thought I saw fangs.

Why did I feel a killing intent from her?

"He's a womanizer alright, you better not stick too close to him anyway," she said while looking back at her canvas.

"I'm-" I tried to introduce myself but then was cut off.

"Cindria Valroz Rowan. I know. The whole school knows you're the girl who softened Tom Riddle's heart and every girl in this school is jealous and hates you."

"I... um ... Tom and I are just childhood friends," I said while picking up my brush and looking at the projection in front of me.

A good few minutes past and I was just getting into the artistic moment when the girl decided to speak again.

"I don't know what Tom sees in you. You're like every other girl in this school. I bet you're happy that Tom has all his attention on you!" she whispered harshly while moving her brush up and down in a furious matter.

I bit my lip and didn't respond back. What was the point? It was obvious that she had a thing for Tom, but Tom didn't have a thing for her.

She was heartbroken and I felt sad for her. Maybe I should tell her that Tom didn't like me in that way? And that it was only one-sided.

Would she believe me?

I doubt it.

Tom made it painfully obvious that he and I knew each other from before and he did treat me differently from all those other people.

I snapped out of my reverie to see that my painting looked almost exactly like the projection.

How is this possible?

I haven't drawn in such a while, was it suppose to come this naturally. Drawing was like daydreaming when you start you don't want to stop.

I placed my paintbrush down and looked up to see that everybody was still working except for the girl beside me.

"Tom can like anybody in this whole entire damn school, and it just had to be you," she whispered angrily while clenching the paintbrush.

"If it makes you feel better, Tom doesn't like me in that way," I said softly trying to calm her down while ignoring the pain in my chest after saying it.

"You're a liar too? So Tom likes the fake innocent liar type? How disgusting. I bet Tom wouldn't pay attention to you at all if he saw what a big ugly person you are on the inside," she said while glaring at me with her sharp green eyes.

I looked away because it was no use, she wouldn't stop even if I told her too. If it were another girl who was with Tom, they would've treated her the same way.

The Professor clapped her hands and the students looked up at her in annoyance.

Caleb groaned and threw his paintbrush next to his paint set. I looked at his drawing and almost choked on my spit.

Caleb didn't paint the projection.

He painted me.

If anything, the canvass painting of me made me look pretty.

This guy has skills.

"Do you like it?" Caleb smirked.

I could only nod my head, the girl beside me snorted and whispered.

"What a w***e, going after all the guys."

That hurt.

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