Tom and Meg had joked and laughed the rest of the night away, while occasionally making potions. It felt like Meg was in a dream, one that she desperately didn't want to wake from. Here was the boy she had always liked, who had seemed to despise her, and she never knew why. Now, everything made so much more sense than it had before. Beyond that, Tom Riddle actually had feelings for Megara. And from that kiss, Meg could tell they were strong feelings.

Meg continued to replay the night she had with Riddle in her head again and again as she lay in bed. Tilly had naturally asked her about it when she came back beaming with joy from her tutoring session, but Meg promised to fill her in the next day. Megara just wanted one night where this all was only between her and Tom. It made her feel romantic and mysterious.

Meg gazed ahead of her into the dark ceiling, still in a trance from the night she had. She had so many mixed feelings and emotions. She liked Tom and he liked her. Still, there seemed to be a problem from what he had said. He had wanted power over any kind of relationship. Was that still the case? Or did she change that for him? If he had felt the way she had when they kissed she was sure he would forget all about his ambitions of being the most powerful wizard. And with the kiss of a lifetime still twinkling in Meg's mind, she drifted off into a warm and dreamy sublime slumber.

The next day in her History of Magic lesson with Professor Binns, she could only think of Tom. He, being in the same class, would steal glances at her every now and then. When he caught Meg's eye he would devilishly smirk, and she would lose all feeling in her fingertips as she scribbled down notes. By the end of class, she saw how untidy her notes appeared and swore to focus more in her next class, which was potions. No matter how hard she tried however, Tom's forceful stare continued to distract her. Finally, he magicked a flying paper bird towards her. Pattillius giggled and nugged Megs side, having been filled in on everything that had happened the previous night at breakfast. Meg slowly opened the paper, to find a very neatly scrawled note:

Dear Megara,

I need to see you tonight. Come to the willow tree at 8

-Tom

Meg read the letter three times to make sure it was real and the words wouldn't disappear. Then she stuffed it in her rucksack quickly so Professor Slughorn wouldn't come pull it from her and read it to the entire class. She couldn't believe Tom wanted to meet her again tonight. What did he want to say? Hopefully they would kiss again, Meg blushed thinking to herself.

Divination dragged on rather slowly as Tom was not enrolled in this class of Meg's. It was funny to think how only 24 hours ago, not having Tom in a class was a blessing. Now it seemed like a curse. Hearing about the theory and history of crystal magic was quite dreadfully dull, even to Meg who usually enjoyed this sort of a thing. It wasn't until towards the end of class that divination became interesting to Meg once again. Professor Salavatrise came over to Meg and Tilly's circular table and began to smile the strangest smile Meg had ever seen on her professor. Luckily, everyone was working on their crystal history homework because next Professor Salavatrise let out a roar of laughter and pointed directly at Meg.

"You!" she bursted out. "You my dear are in love!" Salvatrise shouted gleefully to herself. Meg blushed and Tilly prodded Meg with her wand. Professor Salvatrise then winked deliberately at Megara, and walked away dismissing the class.

The rest of the day seemed a blur. Dinner passed by with Tilly questioning Meg's odd silence as they ate. Meg just pretended to have a stomach ache, and Tilly seemed to believe her. After all, she didn't want her friends thinking she was letting all of this with Tom change her behavior. But still, eight couldn't come soon enough. Meg approached the willow tree, as dawn danced across the Black Lake. There, she saw Tom crouched underneath, his white teeth emitting a glaring smile and his green eyes were dazzling like fire.

"Hey there stranger." Meg began as she walked towards him. He stood up and smiled once again.

"Your really driving me insane you know that. I'm trying to study hard in class and all I can think about it is how beautiful you are." Tom hissed as he grabbed Meg's tiny waist and pulled it into the heat of his core.

"Well, your not so much better Mr. Passing me notes and what not!" Meg protested and squirmed under Tom's firm and unrelenting grip. He chucked, sneering at her playful resistance.

"I had to see you" he whispered, this time sincerely into her ear. Megara could feel his hot breath again, and suddenly felt like she may topple over at any second. Then without a word, he effortlessly swung her small body around and pinned it to the tree. He growled hungrily as he began to kiss Meg's neck with passion. Finally, he made his way back to her ear and whispered, "You are like my poison. Do you know what poison is at least?" he teased as Meg playfully fought against his hold. He held her even tighter, sneering and moving his lips to her own. They stayed that way for what seemed like hours, kissing and gazing into each other's eyes. They couldn't get enough of each other, Meg felt like electricity was pulsing through her veins at every touch and every kiss. Finally, it grew so late that they couldn't hold off any longer. Tom walked Meg down to the Slytherin Common room, where they finally parted ways.

"See you around Quillen." Tom hissed, smirking as he looked behind his shoulder. And in that moment, Meg felt like she must be the happiest witch alive.