Tom found himself in a rather confusing situation. In front of him was Minerva McGonagall, a Gryffindor sixth year. They were good acquaintance, if Tom could say so himself.
They were having a rather good debate about how long the Peruvian Gir-eater could swallow a live elephant, which Tom thought he was winning.
Minerva had said it would take a mere one week, but Tom argued it would take one month.
Now it was quiet. Well, mainly because Madam Yills had shushed them, but Tom thought it was rather comfortable. Usually, it would be awkward, and Tom would find himself a way out of the situation with his Slytherin ways, but he did not feel uncomfortable at all. They were staring at each other. Tom made his decision. He raised her chin up, and Minerva gave him a hopeful look.
"Why don't we forget about this?" asked Tom. "and just admit that I clearly won."
Minerva glared at him. "Not a chance, Riddle."
But Tom couldn't resist. He did it. For the first time in his life, he actually did it. He kissed her.