A/N: This isn't exactly a long one-shot, but I've always wanted to write this pairing, and now I have.
I don't own Harry Potter.
Bewitched
Tom Riddle had never noticed how beautiful she was back home.
Granted, she wasn't exactly beautiful when it came to the hair and eyes, but she had a good heart.
At least that's what he thought. She didn't talk much and she was extremely shy - it was hard to tell.
It was very confusing for him - he loved a woman he really didn't know much about, except her father was abusive and her brother was most likely insane.
He just knew he loved her. When someone asked him WHY he loved her, he would just smile, because he had no honest answer. He loved her enough to marry her, after all. He married a woman he barely knew, abandoning all of his riches and a magnificent and wealthy life, his parent, his beautful home and a perfectly lovely woman he'd known all of his life, for the odd man's child who wasn't even properly schooled in terms of reading and writing.
Of course, it made perfect sense, he was in love with her, and all one needed to survive was love.
But it was confusing as heck - exactly WHY did he love her?
That was why, one evening when he returned to their modest abode after work, he asked her if she was a witch.
Well, he didn't ask that, it went more along the lines of: "Did you buy a broom, a cat and a hat?" He was attempting to be subtle (and failing at that too).
She'd stared at him as though he was insane.
"Are you saying I'm a witch?" She asked him with narrowed eyes. It wasn't a very scary sight, seeing as he had to choke down his laughter at her ridiculous expression.
"No. Yes. I don't know, you enthrall me, you capture me, you work some sort of magic with me."
Her eyes widened, "Why do say that?"
"Because, my dear, I've lost my heart." He grinned at her. She laughed lightly, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
He gazed at her with love in his heart, but his head was screaming for him to wake up.
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A/N: Yeah... Please review.