Tom stepped into the bathroom, allowing a small smile to slide onto his face as the door closed behind him. His heart pounded against his chest, his dark eyes gleaming with a manic smile quite unlike that on his thin lips. He stepped close to the mirror, the dull flush fading from his face, leaving it once again pale. Closing his eyes, he slowed his breath. A face filled with terror flashed through his memory, expanding his smile slightly before he could stop it. He held on to that rush of excitement, sharp and clear in his memory.
Thunk. Tom's eyes flew open as the door slid closed, the smile disappearing from his features to be replaced by an emotionless expression. Reflected in the mirror, he saw a tall girl standing behind him. She was a Ravenclaw and a fourth year; two years above him. He had noticed her eyes upon him in the Great Hall before, and had always gotten the impression that she could see through him, that she could see every emotion and every thought he had. It was a feeling that chilled him to his core. Her eyes glinted as she looked at him, a spark of fire in her otherwise hard face. She took a step toward him, a predator on the prowl, her dark hair covering her face in shadow.
"Tom," she said, her voice low and dark, a deep burnt red. It was a voice Tom recognized, that he had heard whisper in the corridors. Shaken, Tom turned to look up at her. "I've seen you, Tom," she continued. "I've seen what you've done. I've seen inside your head."
Before he realized that he had taken a step, Tom felt his back press against the edge of the sink. She stepped toward him, fire in her eyes and her hands twitching as she reached for his wrists.
"I know you," she said, a growl entering her brown voice. "I know what you did to that first year, and I know what you did at that freak orphanage. I love you. I've loved you when no one loved me, and Merlin knows I've loved you when no one else did. Your parents never cared about you; the people at that orphanage never loved you. Face it, Tom; I'm the only person who will ever love you." She took another step, pinning him against the sink, her hips digging into his as her face drew within inches of his. "And I've feared you," her voice was so low it was almost a whisper, dark and chilling even as a gleeful lilt lifted it. "I've feared you when everyone else looked down on you; I've feared you when no one else noticed you. I'll always be here. Don't you ever forget it." Her breath came in gasps as she finished speaking, and she stared Tom directly in the eyes as her fingers, wrapped around his wrists, pressed into the sink.
Tom's eyes widened. An alien sensation thrummed throughout his body, blood rushing to his base as his stomach twisted. His eyes were filled with her face and nothing else, his ears echoed with a single phrase. I've feared you.
The girl glanced down and her dark eyes glinted, a manic, gleeful smile spreading over her hard face. Slowly, she began to grind into him, her eyes scraping up his body to his face, her breathing growing deeper. Tom stood frozen against the sink as, a few minutes later, her steady hands tugged at the cloth of his robes, pulling them off as she undid her own. His eyes widened further at the gasps coming from his own throat, and shock accompanied the pleasure rushing through his spine. When his eyes finally fluttered closed, the last sight he saw was the determined grin on her hard face, her fiery eyes trailing up and down his naked body, her parted lips through which gasps of pleasure escaped, coming together with his own to create a hum that echoed through the tiled room.
With his final cry, she was gone, her damp skin separating from his own before his eyes opened again. When they did open, she stood before him, her body displayed openly as she looked up and down his.
Footsteps rang outside the door, loud in the silence, and she was gone, her clothes gathered from the floor before Tom could blink, leaving him standing alone, his sweaty back still stuck to the sink.
"I'm sorry, Professor," Tom pleaded minutes later, unable to explain, but his profuse apologies were met with a promise of punishment.
Footsteps faded and she exited the nearest stall, the flame in her eyes burning, the fear on her face growing plain as she looked at the expression on his face. Tom felt the previously unfamiliar sensation growing again and shifted his bundled robes to cover between his legs. Glancing down for only a moment, the girl stepped close to him once more, grasping his arm.
"I love you," she said, her voice burnt red, almost black.