At one point in Tom's life, he had been a playground bully given power by trusting authorities. Tom Riddle stalked the halls at night looking for out of bed students after curfew. His prefect badge gave him the right to do basically anything and everything at any given time, and he could always use the excuse that he was just enforcing the rules.

His rounds were almost over and he was supposed to meet up with his patrol partner, Gloria Garfield, from Hufflepuff. He decided that he would convince the head boy and girl to put him with someone from his own house from now on. Garfield was rather dim but a pure blood still. Tom had little time to waste with someone who didn't have half the wit or the drive to punish wrongdoers. She also wouldn't give the supreme house of Slytherin amnesty for late night goers.

Only one more place for Tom to check before he could get some sleep and terrify many more students at once. Tom climbed the steps swiftly and silently, ensuring that no one out of bounds would be able to hear him coming and run for it. Tom would implement justice for now, but as soon as he could, he would go into his own mind and plan for a way to rally the notorious pure blood families to his banner. Tom had this dream, that one day he would be supreme ruler over the magical world. He cared little for what he had to do to attain his desire, he'd already killed his own uncle. He had hidden his ancestor's locket somewhere safe, where no one would be able to reach it even if they knew what it was.

Tom was unsurprised to see a small figure leaning against the railing, looking up at the cloudy night's sky. Their small frame indicated that it was a girl and whoever it was, was humming a slow tune. Tom walked elegantly over to her, waiting for the girl to sense his presence. He saw stylishly curled short blonde hair and a pale hand curled around the rail.

"Hello." Said the girl, her voice sounded like a bell and Tom was taken aback slightly at being sensed before he wished to be.

"Name, year and house." He demanded, not letting the girl phase him.

"Alexina Drake, fifth year, Slytherin." She said turning to face him. Her red lips were upturned in a saucy smirk and her green eyes showed a calculating mind surveying him. "You should know that, Riddle." She added, turning back to the sky. Tom recognized her from the common room, always sitting alone or with one or two friends but never more. She really was stunning for a girl of her age, Tom was a sixth year himself and hadn't really seen anyone who looked quite like her.

"Do you know you're out past curfew, Miss Drake?" He questioned authoritatively. Alexina looked down at a golden watch with a golden snake curling around the edge and small emerald for eyes.

"I suppose I am." She shrugged. "But you won't report me, will you?" It was more of a statement then a question or maybe even a challenge. Tom felt rage inside of him, how dare this fifth year challenge him? How dare she think him soft? He grabbed her forearm hard and spun her around to face him. Alexina's face showed no fear, and her smirk was amused, as if he was a child who thought he could fly. But her eyes continued to calculate him, to study him as though he was a snake and she his tamer.

"Don't. Mock. Me." Tom hissed harshly, trying to make her feel something other than mirth.

"Come, come, Mr. Riddle." She scolded in a voice barely more than a whisper. She brought her face closed to his, her lips only a ghost away. Her sweet breath fanned out across his face and his brain was foggy for a moment. "That's no way to show a lady your power." Tom softened a bit, what was she suggesting?

He released her and she laughed, tucking a golden hair behind her ear.

"What is it you're searching for, Drake? Detention? Deduction of House points? Because I swear you'll get them all in time." Tom threatened. Alexina chuckled.

"That's no way either. Tsk tsk, you're not very good at this Tom." She scolded again, looking away.

"Why are out here anyways?" Tom asked and slapped himself, his voice sounded weak. He never allowed himself to look weak, especially not in front of petty little schoolgirls. This schoolgirl whose eyes challenged his power, who's breathe hypnotized him and made his mind foggy, whose hair…NO. This was what she wanted, to toy with him, to achieve dominance over him. She turned back to him, drinking in his attractive face with her eyes.

"A little of this, a little of that. Hiding from Professor Dippit." Finally, Alexina had let something slip, something he could use.

"Why are you hiding from our headmaster?" He asked coolly.

"I jinxed a second year from Gryffindor." She said nonchalantly.

"Why did you jinx a Gryffindor?" He asked, trying to sound uninterested. She turned to him with a surprised face, the first one he'd managed to attain from her…unless she'd wanted him to attain it from her. Tom was still trying to figure out what game she was playing and decided that he would figure her out and when he did she would be nothing but an errant game he had occupied his time with.

"Because he was a mudblood." She said, as if he were questioning her intentions. Tom was taken aback by how causally she had used the term. He had never really cared much for blood purity, his own father, curse his name, was a muggle himself and his mother a squib. He knew pure bloods were to be respected but…did it make sense to hate muggle borns as well? "He's a thief. He stole magic that was not his to have. Mudbloods…I'm surprised they still let them in to Hogwarts. Mark my words, someone will get them, they'll get them all." There was a gleam in here eyes for only a moment but Tom didn't miss it. Something fanatical was sparked when she said someone would get them all. "You're half-blood. I suppose I can't hold that against you. It isn't your fault that one of your parents pro-created with filth."

Finally someone who understood his feelings exactly, Tom had blamed his mother for years for dying meekly like a muggle; for loving a muggle.

"My feelings exactly." He said, trying not to allow his excitement to show.

"You know, I think you and I could do great things." She said, looking into his eyes, then to his lips, then back at his eyes. She pressed herself closer to him, her hand resting on his which was curled around the cold rail. "All you have to do is say the word." She added in a whisper, their lips were close again.

Tom wore an expression of passion before he crashed his lips on to hers. She smirked slightly and tugged on his cloak teasingly before pulling away. She surveyed him and laughed. She took out a lace handkerchief and wiped the lipstick off of his lips.

"Be here tomorrow evening." She said, running her hand from his shoulder, down his chest, his stomach, and just below his waistline before turning and walking out. Before she made it to the stairs, she turned around with an after thought. "You may call me Lexi."

Tom sighed as he watched her, his latest obsession, and newest teacher.

Twenty Years Later….

Alexina entered, her long black dress gliding out behind her. The room was made of stone and Tom Riddle, her slave in all but name, sat on his bed waiting for her. He rose at once and took her hands in his.

"Why are you late?" He asked passionately. "Anyone else would be tortured for disloyalty."

"Are you accusing me of disloyalty to you? The one who taught me to be docile and to love you?" She asked. She feigned hurt like the actress she was. Tom immediately tried to correct his misdeed.

"No, no, my love. I was but impatient for your arrival. Please, Alexina, I beg your forgiveness." He stammered bowing his head. While his eyes were diverted Alexina smirked to herself. She had the most powerful wizard of all time bowing to her. All feared her puppet and he feared her. She had learned long ago that fear outlasts love and love only cuts so deep.

"It is given." She sighed petulantly while looking away. He rose and kissed her on her cheek.

"Come, let us go to bed, darling. Let us bask in each other's adoration." She smiled lovingly at her monster. She pressed herself against him and kissed him chastely. The kiss intensified and Tom picked her up and laid her on the bed. He kissed her neck and worked his way down her body, unbuttoning her dress and kissing each bare spot.

"I'll have to leave again in the morning." She said, looking up at the ceiling before allowing a wanton moan to escape her voluptuous lips.

"What?" Tom asked, pulling away from her. "But you only just returned to me, Alexina. Can it not wait?"

"No, the dark lord cannot do his own chores, that's why his mistress," She leaned her head up to kiss Tom's nose. "Must do it for him. You have to focus on our plan. If one of us should…not make it to see the end, the other must carry on with it."

"But this is just in case. You'll be with me always…won't you?" The most feared being in the wizarding world (and the muggle world for that matter they just didn't know it yet) looked like a frightened child at the idea of losing the only woman he loved, much less the only thing he loved.

Alexina swallowed and smiled reassuringly.

"Of course, darling. I'm just thinking ahead. Now, come to me and let's forget such dreary conversation." She said as she smiled like the submissive mistress she pretended to be. As she allowed Tom to dive into her neck, she looked over his shoulder, into the possible futures, she saw herself, as the dark lady standing next to the man who made her great. She also saw her lifeless corpse lying reaching for the wand that could never be beaten.

When Alexina got up the next morning she wrote a letter to Tom. The contents read:

Dear Tom,

I'm sorry to have left before you woke, but I'm off on my journey for a day or so. I will be back when my work allows me. Remember what I told you, if I cannot continue you must do it for me. If this is the case then the Deathly Hallows must be your guide.

I love what we've built together.

Yours affectionately,

Alexina

Alexina never came back from her journey. Tom Riddle, who we now know as Lord Voldemort, was crushed inside. At first, he was hit by waves of denial each one bringing him closer to the truth. Then he was completely shut away from the world in the room that they had shared together. After months of mourning, Lord Voldemort remembered his mistresses' words: "The deathly hallows must be your guide" "carry on with it" "get them all"

"I will, Lexi. I'll do it for you."

Soooooo that was number five on my unknown hotties pairing countdown.

Tom: I'm only number five? Really, Buzz? Really?

Me: Oh Tom you're just annoyed cuz I killed your playmate

Tom: YOU killed Alexina?

Me: **backs slowly into a corner** ENTER THEODORE NOTT…NOW!

Theo: You wanted me, author?

Me: Yeah, you're number four. Can you PLEASE get this psycho away from me?

Tom: I thought we had a special bond, Buzz?

Me: Only cause you were hot and a bad boy in your younger years now move along. Theo, come have a seat and we'll have a chat

Theo: Kay, later Tom

Tom: BYYEEE

Theo: So, what do you have planned for me then, clever one?

Me: Theo you're making me blush. If anyone thinks they know who I've picked for you then they are hopelessly wrong.

Theo: Ooooo I'm pumped.

Me: I bet ;)