If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't be writing this.
Tom Riddle was in his fifth year at Hogwarts. He had been made a school prefect over the summer and was overjoyed to start testing out the new power and position the silver and emerald badge would give him. Tom quickly strutted into the Great Hall his loyal followers at his behind him. Tom sat down barely noticed when the sorting hat begun its song. His mind was full of the information he had learned while at the school the last year. He had learned that he was a Parsletounge and able to talk to snakes. He looked down at the silver snake on his badge and with only a little effort he spoke to it hissing slightly under his breath. The feast began and for the first time that night he looked up his cold eyes calculating the movements of the people around him. He glanced at the Ravenclaw table in front of him to see a girl with short blond hair and deep brown eyes looking at him. As he caught her eye she blushed slightly and looked down. Tom had never seen anybody like this. When people met his eyes they were scared, because of the power and heartlessness reflected in their depths. But this girl looked curious and a little hopeful. As the plates cleared and Tom started to reluctantly gather up the first years he fell into his normal habit of bossing people around. The girl walked by him and the smell of honeysuckle touched his noise. Tom paused in mid sentence entranced by the scent; it took him a full minute to realize the first years were still looking at him waiting for him to finish. Tom still in a daze over the crazy Ravenclaw, led the first years to the Slyterin common room.
As he lay in bed that night Tom gave himself a firm talking to "He could and would never lov.." no he stopped that thought "like or lust after a girl". It would ruin all the brilliant plans he had for that year. And besides he was going to be the greatest and most powerful wizard the world had ever seen. He couldn't do that when he like a girl could he? Satisfied with his thought Tom closed his eyes thinking of the new power he had found, Parsletounge. As he drifted off the last thought that entered his mind was of the Ravenclaw that smelled like honeysuckle. And with that Tom fell asleep with a genuine smile on his face.