Tom's Goddess
I looked over to Minnie, as some of the other students called her. She had long, black hair hanging in curly waves out from under her witch's hat. Her face was closed off, pinched in a strict way. Such a stern face for someone so young. She was too prim and proper for someone her age. She was too young to be so old.
Yet I found myself attracted to her in a way I could not understand. She was lovely in her absorption and strict adherence to the rules. I figured she would be attracted to the prefect's badge sitting on my cloak, but I would be wrong to assume so. My desire to have her in my life fueled my childish flirting.
"Minnie you look simply lovely today." I called over to her in my most charming voice.
"Drop dead Riddle." She replied over her shoulder without looking at me.
Of course, there was the boundary of houses between us. I was a Slytherin; she was a Gryffindor. That was a line made difficult to cross by the built up hatred of our houses. "If it would please you Minnie, I would do anything."
She turned and sent me a scathing glare. "Nothing would please me more Riddle than if you would stop calling me Minnie."
"Of course." I replied smoothly. "A goddess such as you should go by her proper name. The name of a goddess is it not? Goddess of wisdom and war, great Minerva."
She frowned at my flattery. It would take more than sweet words to win over Minerva, goddess of my heart. I would spend the next several weeks showering her with flowers and candies delivered by school owls. I would write scroll upon scroll explaining to her the hole that she left in my heart.
After many such deliveries she finally sought me out, in the hall between classes.
"Tom Riddle." She said with a hint of disdain. "This madness needs to stop."
"Minerva, I love you." I said.
She huffed. "Love? You don't know what love is."
"You think I'm not capable of love?" I asked.
"I don't think you're capable of anything I'm interested in." She replied crisply, turning away.
"I'm capable of more than you could ever imagine." I called after her. "I could build a great empire Minerva. You could be my queen."
"I'd rather not thank you very much." She replied, walking away.
I looked after her retreating form. For Minerva, I would build an empire. I would become the most renowned wizard ever and I would call for her again, to join me as the queen of my empire. For now I would leave her alone, but someday I would come to claim her again. For Minerva I would do anything.