Chapter 4
Michelle woke up and nearly had a heart attack. Looming over her was Tom Riddle. His alabaster skin practically glowed in the moonlight coming through the dorm window. At first she thought he was an illusion because he seemed impossibly still, but her theory was shattered when he blinked.
"Can I help you?" she squeaked.
"I told you before that you are never to be disrespectful to me. Especially not in public."
Michelle shrank back under her covers, pulling them up to her nose, and whimpered as Tom leaned down toward her. What villainous curse did he have up his sleeve?
Michelle's thoughts were frozen as a smooth, strong hand grabbed her blanket and pulled it down to her waist. Tom's other hand found its place next to Michelle's pillow. Try as she might, Michelle couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She was absolutely frozen in fear. Tom's face moved closer to her own as he leaned farther, his expression unreadable, but unwavering. In one swift, fluid motion, Tom had pressed his lips against Michelle's. The hand he had used to pull her blanket away found its way around her waist, pulling her up from the bed.
Once she was in a sitting position, Tom sat down on her bed, pulling her on his lap, his hands running down her sides. Michelle was too shocked to think, much less resist or cooperate. She was a limp doll in his hands until she felt him nip at her bottom lip. She gasped, and he took the opportunity, slipping his tongue past her lips and exploring her mouth. Michelle had never been kissed before, much less like this. Her shock only increased as a cool hand slipped under her shirt to rest on her lower back, his slender fingers pulling her body closer to his. In one smooth movement, Tom turned and leaned down, so Michelle was laying on her back, with him lingering over her small body. His lips left hers and his mouth moved to the right, kissing the area where Michelle's jaw met her neck. A soft moan escaped her lips and she felt him smirk against her skin.
Tom continued to trail kisses down Michelle's neck to her collarbone, pausing to kiss the hollow of her throat. His lips hovered over her skin as he slid a hand under her shirt and up her waist. Michelle closed her eyes, resting her head on her pillow, and Tom leaned in.
"Continue to disrespect me, and you will never feel like this again." His hand slid away from her skin.
Michelle woke with a start to find that all of her roommates were sleeping soundly. She fell back into her bed, running her hand through her hair. Why did she just have a dream about Tom Riddle? More importantly, why did her dream turn out like that? She stood and walked to the bathroom, turned on the sink, and splashed some cool water on her face. Drying her skin with a soft towel, she glanced at the mirror and froze. She stepped closer to the mirror and leaned slightly, pulling the collar of her pajama shirt to the side. There, almost completely hidden by her clothing, was a mark shaped like a snake.