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Sixteen year old Tom Riddle wandered across the halls, deep in his own musings. He felt proud of himself. He had spent his last Christmas holidays researching about his family, and finally discovered he was the Heir of Slytherin. This knowledge slightly eased the pain he felt, deep inside, for having no family. He knew he was making progress towards what he had always wanted – power. He now had a group of Slytherin boys to follow him around, do his bidding, and even worship him. Some of them were smart, skilled wizards, who he had to Confound in order to get them to comply. But most were Pureblooded morons who would do anything for someone who upheld their parents' ideals with so much fervor. He knew this group of boys would one day evolve into something bigger… But for now, all they did was have meetings where Tom would go on and on about blood superiority and wizard supremacy, plan which Mudblood they would bully next, or which teacher they would goad. Tom never let them on his plans, however. Occasionally, the boys would Confound some Slytherin girl to have their way with. Tom didn't partake. To him, any expression of emotion or feeling showed weakness – and Lord Voldemort was not weak. He knew how excited the boys would get at the prospect of a new girl, how they commented on it afterwards. Oh, Tom had tried it, he felt it was a normal functioning part of being human, but to him, nothing but an urge to satisfy, like hunger. And everyone knew Tom could have any girl in the school he wanted – not a day went by when desperate girls wouldn't try to sit next to him or sneak into his dormitory. And he was very aware of the fact that many girls would do absolutely anything for him. But for the moment, he had other, much more interesting things to explore.
As he returned to the castle, and made his way to the Common Room, he encountered one of such girls sitting next to the entrance. He sighted, this was definitely a nuisance. Hoping to go bed in a very near future, he said:
"You are not allowed to be out of your dorms at this late hour, Miss Prince."
The girl, who had dozed off, awoke with a start, and looked at him dumbly.
"Then…ah…what are you doing here?"
He arched an eyebrow.
"I am a prefect. You, however, are not. Who were you waiting for, Miss Prince?" he said. He wasn't impressed; he had this effect on most of the Hogwarts female population. He could sense intimidation and embarrassment from the girl, but also something else…She stood up, and took her time, trying to muster up the courage to talk to him.
"Well, actually…I was waiting for you, Tom."
He looked at her, his handsome face showing what could be described as polite disdain.
"I don't remember us being on a first name basis, Miss Prince."
"But I need to talk to you of a very important matter!"
"If this is about the Ball, I'm terribly sorry, but the answer is no."
She blushed.
"No…I mean, I would be flattered to…but this is another matter entirely."
"Please, Miss Prince, I have to ask you to be direct. I am quite tired and need to get my rest."
"Yes, yes, sure…So…I need to talk to you…about my wedding."
He looked at her, now mildly interested.
"Wedding?"
Eileen nodded.
This story will be around three to four chapters. I'll write the next one as soon as I have reviews. So if you liked it, be kind!
