"You promised me that you wouldn't leave."
"Tom...I never left."
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Fate is Cruel. Truly.
What if the dark Tom Riddle was never evil from the start? What if something important to him vanished and made him become a monster?
What if he had a lov...
(Y/N) slipped past the crowd of students and managed to squeeze herself at the front of the group, earning her a good view of the plants and Professor. She realised Tom was standing next to her with a dull expression.
It was hard to know his actual emotions, because it was hard to fraternize with him in the first place. The Professor then entered the greenhouse and clapped her hands, catching the attention of all the students and bringing silence along with it.
"Now, now. I know all of you are not so thrilled about having to work together, but you will have to deal with it for today." she said. "Now, you will be sorted into pairs. Potter with Lupin, Black with Petegrew, Evans with Prewett, Riddle with (L/N), (and so on....)."
(Y/N) was quite eager to work with Tom, but Tom himself just stared at her before looking away as she stared back at him. "The pairs will be working on Gillyweed, a basic plant that the fifth years work on. I'll go around and hand around the Gillyweed, and the pair of you will have to observe it, and write down its uses and characteristics in your notebooks."
As the Professor placed a Gillyweed in front of them, (Y/N) took out her quill and started to write down its uses and characteristics in her notebook. Tom did the same, but much quicker than her. As they both scribbled in silence, Tom looked at her notes and smirked.
"I hope you known the uses of Gillyweed." he remarked, scoffing. (Y/N) gasped dramatically and hit Tom on the shoulder, causing his writing to go off angle. Surprisingly, he didn't seem frustrated or angry by her actions.
"I may be lacking a bit of knowledge on Potions, but I'm pretty good at everything else!" she pouted, glaring at him with her piercing (E/C) eyes. Tom rolled his eyes innocuously and returned to writing in his notes.
(Y/N) then noticed that his quill looked very battered and old, considering that parts of the feather were sticking out at odd directions. She looked at her own quill, and noticed that it looked amazing with its magestic eagle feather, and it made (Y/N) feel a little bit guilty. She then remembed that she had another quill made of Lumi's feather, so she sighed and tapped Tom on his shoulder.
Tom turned to look at her direction. "Hm?" (Y/N) looked on the floor as she held out the quill. "Take it before I change my mind." she said quickly, not looking up from the floor. Tom looked utterly confused. "Excuse me?"
"Don't you understand? I want you to use my quill." (Y/N) added, her cheeks starting to go a bit red. Lily and Molly who were working behind them, started to whisper amongst themselves, grinning widely. As Tom hesitated, (Y/N) grabbed his hand and shoved her quill into them.
"You touched it! Now it's yours!" She then inched away from him and buried her red face into her notebook. Tom looked at the eagle feathered quill he had unexpectedly recieved, and smiled. But only just for a second. Too short for anyone to notice.
Tom did feel quite perplexed at her actions, but didn't feel agitated at all as he did with most girls. He felt...nice recieving a gift.
As class ended, (Y/N) rushed out of the greenhouse in order to avoid Tom, but was easily confronted by him in front of the Slytherin common room.
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As he towered over her, (Y/N) looked away in a different direction. "Why did you give this to me?" Tom asked. "Take it back."
(Y/N) shook her head firmly. "Nope, you need it more than I do. Besides, I have another quill." She rummaged through her pocket and showed her quill made out of Lumi's owl feather to Tom. "See?"
But instead of succumbing to her bold actions, Tom narrowed his eyes. "You didn't answer my question."
(Y/N) groaned and stepped closer to him to show that she was not hesitant or afraid. "Fine. You're my friend, so I gave it to you. Happy?" She then turned her back and stormed away, blushing as she literally sprinted through the corridor, leaving Tom confused by her words.
He looked at his hands and examined the eagle feathered quill closely. He then opened his diary and scribbled something in it, before delicately putting the quill in between the pages and walking away into the darkness.
An eagle feathered quill gifted to me by (Y/N) (L/N). Fascinating.
