Author's Note: I hope I'm not the only girl out there who had a crush on Tom Riddle after watching The Chamber of Secrets when I was very young lol. Please enjoy. I will try not to let my crush distract me from the fact that he is evil.
I remember my first year of Hogwarts well. I had been sent with a maid to purchase my supplies, and sent on the train by the same maid a week later. My parents both showed the same lack of interest in my departure. I remember clamoring onto the train, being pushed by many other children. I sat in a seat far in the back, pushing myself into the window almost. I could have melded into the window if I got any closer. I sat and looked impatiently out the window. I just wanted to get as far away from both of my parents as possible. I wanted to graduate Hogwarts and leave them, never even glancing back. It seemed like a long seven years. A sliding noise caught my attention as I saw the door open with a young boy with short brown hair and an angry brow. This was the day my life would change, the day I met Tom Riddle. He didn't look like much at first; he looked like any other child who was angry at the world. His stare looked symmetrical to my own, furious and unforgiving. I gave him the same stare back, and at first he didn't know what to do. Then he smirked, his infamous smirk.
"May I sit with you?" That awkward question would one day change into a constant demand, never a request. I smiled the first to escape my lips since early childhood. I nodded and he sat in the seat across from my own. His face was very pale, as if he was malnourished. I knew that look also however, the same look I carried in my own skin color. Paleness always tells the truth about a person's life. They may be unhealthy, not just physically but mentally as well. Tom and I both had the color skin from years of neglect and cruelty. I could tell this before I even spoke to him.
"May I ask your name?" he smirked. I raised my brow, wondering how this evil looking boy could be so polite.
"My name is Bianca Chantal LeCroix. What is yours?" I laid my face on my hand, still raising one brow.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. And I plan to change it as soon as I'm old enough." I laughed when he said this.
"Is Tom too common of a name for you?"
"Fantastic guess! Yes that is exactly how I feel. And yourself?"
"I actually don't mind Bianca. It's grown on me in the past eleven years." He chuckled, showing his smile could actually be quite nice. We slowly conversed on small topics over the train ride, such as which wand we purchased and which books we had looked over. As the train came to a halt, my lips formed into a pout. I did not want to lose my new friend in the crowd. He smiled at me, and extended his hand.
"It was nice to meet you Bianca. I hope we end up in the same house." He started down the hall of the train.
"Tom?" He turned around and looked at me curiously.
"Why did you sit with me?"
"You looked too pretty to be lonely. I thought you might have a personality defect. But that was not the case. See you around." I laughed, confused. He seemed too evil and too nice at the same time. Exiting the train I actually got a good look at Hogwarts castle. It seemed very vast and enchanting which excited me. Entering into the hall I was nervous as to which house I would be sorted into. My father had been in Ravenclaw; my mother had been in Hufflepuff. I did not want to be in either of them merely because of those facts. Gryffindor did not seem like the right place for me, but I also did not want the Slytherin reputation. I was lucky enough to be in the middle so I had just enough time to worry about it, but not so much that I felt as though I would go crazy.
"Bianca LeCroix." I rose, passing Tom. I sent him a wink and he gave a smirk in turn. I sat upon the stool and the hat was placed upon my head.
Oh you do know hardship don't you my dear? Let's see; you are headstrong, independent, and lonely. What a combination you are. What's this? You don't want to be in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw? You would do well in both of them. If you don't want them though, I know the perfect house for you. You are so cynical you will dominate all of them.
"Slytherin!" The Slytherin table cheered and clapped. I quickly sat down next to some Slytherin boys and waited for Tom's name to be called. He sat upon the stool, and the hat seemed to deliberate much longer than it had for me.
"Slytherin!" the hat cried. Tom smiled and sat next to me.
"I knew we would be in the same house," he whispered.
"Very confident are we?" I whispered in turn. He smirked and grabbed a dinner roll. I chuckled a bit, and also grabbed a dinner roll and the whole stick of butter.
"Have some roll with that butter," Tom laughed.
"I like my butter. The roll is just an afterthought," I laughed back. The first day was absolutely perfect. In fact the first week was absolutely perfect. Until Tom and I started getting the same grades on everything. He stopped speaking to me except in class. We were always partnered up in classes but he was rude, and unreachable. We started to distance ourselves from each other. I became friends with many Slytherin girls, forming my own sort of clique. Except I was ridiculed from being friends with Myrtle. She was a muggle-born who was sorted into Ravenclaw. Most Slytherins believed that purebloods, such as myself, who associated with them were blood traitors. My friends never said anything, but one day we were walking down the hall and we ran into Tom's clique. He sneered at me and called, "Look everyone, it's the blood traitor." His friend then slapped my ass, not giving me any time to react. It was the first time I thought that Tom was the slimiest person I had even met.
I started up the stairs to the dormitory from the common room, and Tom all of a sudden stepped in front of me.
"I'm sorry for what my friend did. That was uncalled for."
"And you calling me a blood traitor wasn't? Any hope of you staying my friend has vanished Tom Marvolo Riddle. Now if you don't mind I have some studying to do." I tried to make my way past, but he continued to block the way.
"I thought maybe we could study together."
"It's not enough that we're lab partners is it? Maybe when you decide not to be fake with me, then we'll talk. But right now I don't see that happening so, goodbye Tom." I pushed him out of the way and went up to my room. I dropped my books on the floor and decided studying was a waste. I climbed into bed and decided to forget about Tom Riddle forever. Although, it just could not be done.