Rachel Berry has had to transfer from Beauxbaton to Hogwarts midterm, and Tom Riddle is determined to find out what had the American diva running so far away from home. Horrace Slughorn is determined to place her on his trophy shelf along with the other prized students, and it seems Berry is trying to avoid it. Tom tells himself his infatuation is only because of the mystery she presents. Is it really?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or Harry Potter. I do, however, own the tie I am currently wearing around my head..

A/N: O-kay guys! I'm going to give this a chance. I have big plans for these two, and if you really think about it..they're kind of perfect for eachother. I will warn you in advance though, there will be no smut in this. It's rated T for language. Please review, though, I'd love to have a little feedback:D and send me a PM if you'd like to beta for me..it'd be greatly appreciated.

"Class," Slughorn said, "I know we don't normally have new students midterm, but this is an interesting case." Tom Riddle looked up from the parchment he was currently doodling on. Horrace would love to believe that Tom took notes like a great little Slytherin…but no..he doodled almost the entire time that they weren't actually making potions. "… Beauxbaton..she's a bright student." Horrace interrupted his thoughts. Beauxbaton? He asked himself. So she had to be French…and beautiful. Tom wondered why she was transferring to Hogwarts. "Her name is Rachel Berry. She should be here soon, Headmaster Dippet can't finish her tour," Tom feigned interest as Slughorn directed his next sentence at him, "So Tom, I volunteered you to finish the tour. I want you to make it your job to make her feel at home. I see a lot of potential in Miss Berry."

Slughorn saw potential in her? Well. Now Toms' interest wasn't just fake. "I'm sorry," he said. "What did say her name was again?"

"Berry. Rachel Berry." said a high pitch voice from the doorway. Tom turned and put on a dazzling smile that seemed to make all girls and teachers swoon. "I'm Riddle. Tom Riddle." she walked forward and stuck her hand out bravely. "Ravenclaw."

Tom winked, shaking her hand. "Slytherin."

Rachel Berry screwed her face up in thought, "Oh." she said, looking him over as he picked up his things.

"I expect you both back here after lunch, Tom!" Slughorn called as Tom dragged her away. "Oh, I'll make sure of it, Professor!" Rachel called back.

"How far into the tour have you gotten, Berry?"

"Well, my common rooms, and now, all of the classes. All that's left is the sights." she said, smiling.

"You're American." Tom noted, with surprise. "I am." she said, her brown eyes sparkling with amusement.

"And you're not french. though you certainly do have a certain quality of most Beauxbaton girls." she blushed at Toms scrutinizing eyes. "That would be?" she asked. "beauty, of course." Oh.

"Well, let's continue on our way, shall we?" He turned and started walking, not looking to see if Berry was following. "So what brings you here?" he asked. "Well..erm..I..uh." she stammered. "bad subject?" he asked. she nodded, blushing. "alrighty. How do you like Hogwarts, so far?"

"Wonderful!" The Berry girl gushed, "it's so much better than Beauxbaton!"

Tom looked at her incredulously, "really?" Berry nodded enthusiastically, "a lot nicer, too.." she muttered under her breath. Tom looked over at her, but she was busy focusing her gaze along the corridor they were currently traveling through.l

He led their way through a set of huge wooden doors to the outside, "First stop, Ms. Berry, is the Quidditch pitch."

"Whoa." she breathed. "Didn't have this at Beauxbaton?" he asked lightly, looking more interested than he was. "The boys were a bit prestigious, so…no." Tom smiled ruefully, Not a huge shock.

Tom answered her questions about Quidditch, and when they were done he took her around the school, the owlery, the great hall, the skirts of the Forbidden Forest. finally, near the end of the tour, he decided that if he didn't learn more about her, Slughorn would probably tie the two of them together until he did.

"So…you're American.." he said lightly, interrupting whatever she had been saying. "That was already stated, but yes."

"and you're coming from Beauxbatons?" he asked.

"well, generally."

"why were you there?"

"same reason I'm here now, Riddle." she said in a clipped tone.

"touchy, touchy." he smiled.

"I have every right to be."

"Well, an outsider wouldn't know that, now would he?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Does Hogwarts have a choir?" Berry asked suddenly.

"You sing?" questioned Tom.

She winked, "next part of the tour?" she suggested smoothly.

"Last part of the tour. the astronomy tower." they climbed the steps, and with a flourish, Tom said, "the best view in hogwarts."

Berry eyed him appreciatively, "That's arguable." she said quietly. "Hmm?" Asked Tom, lifting himself onto the edge of the wall.

"Don't do that!" she nearly screeched. "Do what?" he asked nonchalantly. "Sit on the edge like that!" she said, coming closer. "It's fine, Berry."

"You're going to give me a heart attack!" said Berry, grabbing his hand and pulling him down. "Calm down, I'm fine." he said impatiently. Looking down, Tom realized their hands were still linked. He pulled his hand away just as Berry was looking down.

An awkward silence consumed them, and Tom decided that this was no way to learn information for Slughorn. "So...you sing?" he leaned causally against the wall.

She smiled proudly, "I do indeed, Mr. Riddle."

From the glint in her eyes and her attitude, Tom guessed she was a diva. A damn good one too. Horrace would be pleased, at least. Tom, on the other hand, not so pleased at having to deal with a diva. Though thoroughly amusing, she's also not exactly an eyesore. But the attitude...was indeed a mood killer.

"Want to hear me sing?" Berry asked, rudely interrupting Riddles thoughts. "I-Er. No." He said, and almost took his answer back as some of the light left her eyes. "Never mind then." She said, her feathers ruffled.

"After lunch...I'm sure Professor Slughorn would love to hear you. He has a keen eye for the arts." Berry smiled happily. She'd get to show off her talents and play teachers pet. Ravenclaws, Tom scoffed. Thrive on attention.

Berry interrupted his thoughts once again, "Arts? you mean like, acting, too?"

"I'm sure."

"my dads just love plays! do you think Professor Slughorn would be able to tell them where to find good wizarding ones here, in England? they've been searching for a while now, but they've been busy with my school stuff..." Berry was playing with her tie, her words trailing off as she caught Tom staring at her.

"'dads'?" he asked, incredulously. Her eyes guarded, she smiled, daring him to insult the fact her parents were gay. "Is there a problem with that, Riddle?"

Only a Slytherin eye could have caught the slight movement in her right hand as Berry crossed her arms indignantly. Merlin, she had her wand at ready! Tom, actually, for a moment, worried about his life if he answered there was a problem.

"Well, yes. Kind of!" he added hastily as Berry almost whipped her wand out. "I was wondering, how do you know about your past then? how do you know if your half blood or pure blood?"

All of a sudden, Berrys' stance relaxed and she started laughing. "Half blood or pure blood?"

"You don't think that's an important issue?"

"Of course not!" she wheezed, "Why would it be?" Tom shoved his anger aside. "I don't know." he chose his words carefully. "You really don't know if you're half blood?"

She giggled, "Nope. I don't. Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for lunch, and I have to be well fed to give a good performance."

Tom watched her go. He told himself he was only infatuated with her purely because she was a mystery. Nothing more.