Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I'm sure I could write better than this.
AN: Written for AlieBoo's Tom Riddle/OC challenge.
Tom stroked the naked back of the young witch sleeping beside him. Like most of his bedroom partners, he didn't particularly care about the girl beside him. She was just a means to an end, a way of allying the suspicions of his followers. True, with her long black hair and pale white skin, Elizabeth Thesa was a particularly beautiful pure-blood witch, who shared his belief in wizarding superiority, but…
He found that she was little more than a vapid little girl, a pretty face with no real mind of her own. But that made her the perfect cover, removing any suspicions that he preferred men.
Elizabeth gazed sleepily up at the boy stroking her and felt a warm loving glow in her stomach. She loved this charming, wonderful boy beside her and as soon as they left Hogwart's, she was sure that they were to be married. After all, what did exam results matter, when you were married to a successful and rich wizard. Tom was one of Slughorn's rising stars and that alone was a good sign that Tom Riddle was going places. Nowhere in her vapid little mind did she think that he was going to be far further than anyone would ever guess, or indeed dare.
Tom leaned over and kissed her on the nose. The stupid bint may well have thought that he loved her, but she was just another example of the weakness that was love.