Tom looked from beautiful girl to beautiful, having land himself in a bind. One was blonde haired and had gorgeous blue eyes. She was Chaser for the Slytherin team. The other, however, was a Gryffindor and had dark brunette hair and bright brown eyes. She was against Slytherin, with the exception of himself and his friends....But she didn't know him as well as she thought...The real Tom.....
"Tom, you have to decide, me or her," said the Slytherin girl, looking at him, frowning.
Narrowly missing her eyes, he looked down at the ground, thinking. Then a smile spread across his face.
"Girls, there's plenty of me to go around. Besides, I need more time to get to know you," said the thirteen year old, looking up at both of them.
"More time?" repeated the Gryffindor. "You've been dating me for two years and you need more time? Forget it, Riddle, I'm leaving."
"S'cuse me a moment, will you?" He asked the Slytherin, before running after the Gryffindor.
When he caught up with her, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, kissing her on the lips. However, after a few minutes of this she managed to pull away, and wrenched her wrist from his hand.
"No Tom," she barked at him. "It's over."
Then the only person he ever really loved walked out of his life.

The next day, Tom sulked around in the Slytherin common room, trying to think up a way to win her back.
"Maybe a game of Quidditch," he said aloud, not really caring about who heard him.
"Sure, I'll play you a game," said a first year boy eagerly.
"Sorry kiddo, no first years on brooms," he said, while rustling the boy's sandy brown hair. The boy shrugged and ran off. Tom, on the other hand, got to his feet and left to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Today the sky in there was cloudy, and the Hall was decorated for Christmas holidays, which were coming up soon.
'A game of Quidditch,' he thought to himself, while taking a seat by fourth year Calvin Grey.
"What's up Tom?" asked the boy while shoving some bacon in his mouth.
"Girl trouble," answered Tom. "Got dumped by them both at the same time."
"Told you not to mess with that Gryffindor, but you wouldn't listen...."
Tom ignored him the rest of breakfast, then headed back to his dorm to find his things. On his way there, though, he ran into one of the popular fourth year Slytherin girls. Her name was Hailey Row.
"Tom, Cal says your down in the dumps, and I know what will cheer you up....."
Before Tom knew it, she kissed him, and, not choosing to struggle, kissed her back. A mousy haired second year Gryffindor passing by looked at the sight through her spectacles, then ran off. Tom soon drawled away, half stunned and half shocked.
"Listen," said Tom, a look of bewilderment on his face. "I think your cool and pretty and all, but seriously, I don't need your pity."
He ran off after saying those things. He knew if he stuck around, he was bound to be smacked. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy kissing her, it was the fact that he was still stuck on Allison, the Gryffindor third year who he loved.
'She never says no to a game of quidditch', he reminded himself while grabbing his bag and clutching his wand. 'And she's my partner in Herbology anyway.'
Having new found confidence, he ran off to join his friend, Jerome in the common room.

His morning classes went ok, he had got top marks on the tests he had taken the previous day. Him and Jerome sat out on the lawn, finishing up homework they were assigned from Transfiguration and Potions.
"I don't know. I never saw Hailey look so mad," muttered Jerome. "She was mad. And so was Allison. Apparently, somebody saw you two and told her."
"It was that stuck up Minerva," said Tom. "I saw her walking by as we kissed...."
"So how was it?"
"Not the same as kissing Allison."
"Tom," said Jerome, "you need to talk to her. She'll understand better if you do."
"I am," answered Tom. "I'm going to in Farwell's class. Wish me luck!"
And with that, he got up and made his way to Herbology alone.
Allison took one look at him and looked away. Tom, reluctantly, came up to her and said, "Please forgive me.....Play a game of quidditch with me tonight,,,,,,"
"Why should I?" she shot back.
"Come on......" he said in a pained voice. "You know you still like me......."
"Maybe," she said, caving in. "Alright."
They took their seats together and Tom spoke to her most of the assignment, explaining everything.
"Thanks for not giving up on me," she told him, while fixing her notes a bit.
"It's ok," said Tom, grinning. He now had the love of his life back, for now anyway.
"Eight," she told him, giving him a short kiss.
"Alright."
As he made his way to Care of Magical Creatures, Minerva, the Gryffindor second year, glanced at him, as if giving him her approval. Minerva was friends with Allison, and her cousin. So, having her approval was a good thing.
Jerome was waiting for him in the entrance hall. Walking over to him, he grinned from ear to ear.
"She's going to play a game of quidditch with me later," he said, rather happy about this.
"Well, let's hope we can keep it that way," Jerome said as they walked out on the lawn.
Suddenly, the blonde hair and blue eyed girl that he had also liked came running over to him. Smiling and giggling,
"Hi Tom," she said, wrapping her arms around him. "Are we still on for that midnight stroll?"
At this, Jerome looked at Tom, shocked. All Tom could do was stare and say, "Yes."
"Great," she said, before leaping over to join her gang of Slytherin girls.
Jerome didn't look to pleased. He didn't talk to Tom the rest of class, and he refused to sit by him at dinner that night. On his way to the common room, Tom stopped him and forced him to turn around. Jerome, sweet, kind, cunning, Tom couldn't figure out why he was in Slytherin. Jerome said it was because the hat let him choose and he wanted to be in the same house as his best friend. So far, that was the best conclusion. Staring at his blue eyed, brown haired friend, Tom noticed his serious look. His glaring stare of truth that he hated so.
"I can't believe you," he said, "playing Allison like that. You know, you're lucky she's dating you again."
"I know," he said painfully. "But I like Glade too."
"Make a decision," answered Jerome.
"Later," Tom replied before pulling the door open and hoping down in.
Back then, they didn't have a password for Slytherin, so naturally, they let all kinds of different houses enter. Some Ravenclaws stood in one corner, admiring all the beauty of the green room, and some Hufflepuffs were in another corner, looking nervous. Gryffindor never came to the common room. They had always disliked Slytherin. Not even Allison did.
"Good choice," said Calvin, rounding on him. "Oh, and I think Hailey wants to talk to you."
Sighing, Tom walked over to the gang of Slytherins and waited on Hailey to notice. She did and walked over to him, her hair swishing as she did.
"Sorry about the shocker," she said. "Cal told me that I shouldn't have been so surprising, it's hard for me to remember you're only thirteen. Anyway-" She said, drawling closer. "I was curious if you'd be my date to the up coming Hogsmeade trip. Of course, I can always find someone else....."
"No," he smiled, "I'd be honoured to go with someone as beautiful as yourself."
He grinned at her, then walked up to his dorm to get his broom. In the room were two of the others that slept there. They were discussing Quidditch, like all normal boys at Hogwarts did. Actually, they were betting. One was betting that Slytherin would win. The other was betting that Gryffindor would win.
"Hey, I want to join in," he announced. "I bet that Gryffindor will win the cup, but Ravenclaw will have successfully thumped them one good game."
"Much pride you have in Slytherin, hey mate?" He asked, scribbling it down on his parchment.
"Let's just say, I could careless who won," Tom replied, signing the document. Then he grabbed his broom and headed down to the field.

"Got it again, Riddle," declared Allison, her hand clutching the snitch. "Ready to call it the night?"
"Yeah," hollered Tom, his body all sweaty. "Hey, do you want to ride a little with me, on my broom that is?"
"Sure," giggled Allison back, speeding down to put the snitch away. After that, she hopped on the broom with Tom, and hung unto him as he made a series of dives, loops, and sharp turns. Coming in for a landing, the two grabbed their broomsticks and headed for the school.
"So, have any plans for Hogsmeade-"
"Actually, I do," answered Tom, cutting her short. "Why Potter?"
Allison grinned and laughed at the sound of her surname, "I was just curious Tom."
Upon coming to the Gryffindor common room, Allison kissed him good night, before entering there in. The Fat Lady grimaced at the sight of Tom, who knew very well who he was.
"If you hurt anyone, Slytherin, I'll-"
"You'll what?" shot Tom back, before trudging off, leaving the Fat Lady with a raised eyebrow.
It was true. Tom Marvolo Riddle was the heir to Slytherin, but only the Fat Lady knew. Sometimes, Tom thought Dumbledore knew, but Tom knew better than that. Bonnie Weasley was the heir of Gryffindor, however, Bonnie didn't know that. Amelia Raven knew exactly how her surname formed. Harry Jackman was the heir of Hufflepuff, but he didn't know that either. And Allison.................
The Potter's where heirs alright. Though there's really two heirs to Gryffindor, there's also one from that house that's heir above the others. The stupid Potter's. Tom never mentioned all this to Allison, so Allison never knew.
When he got to his common room, he quietly walked up to his dorm and took a nice hot bath. Then he changed and laid down on his bed, where slumber met him only to quickly.