If you're wondering if I wore the lingerie I did… turns out all the other undergarments I had, could be seen when I wore the dress. I was happy that at least I was slender enough to pull it off.

I'd tell you what happened that night but I really don't remember how I got dressed and had my hair styled into a fancy chignon, my memory of that night starts at the part Tom asked me to dance to a slow song:

"Georgiana have I told you that you look beautiful tonight," he commented with a smirk.

"Yes you have. 7 times. I'm sure you knew that" I replied keeping my head down. I heard him laugh and I looked up to see his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"I enjoy seeing you blush." I blushed again. "Come on. The lingerie your mother sent you will be a waste here." He said winking. Before I could ask how he knew this he was pulling me out of the great hall to the head dorms.


When we got to his room my hair was already undone and his coat off. He slammed the door and pushed me against it and pressed our foreheads together. "I'll be gentle." He whispered before pressing his lips forcefully to mine. When we finally came up for air. I shook my head. "You could never gentle."

"What do you mean?" he panted, his voice barely audible. I shook my head again before sniffing back a tear. Over the course of a few weeks, especially from the yesterday, Tom, despite our strange relationship, had quite a special place in my heart and it hurt me that I knew very well he couldn't be good for me. The epiphany of Slytherin was with a Gryffindor? It didn't make sense. "Why do you have no faith in me?" He asked his voice was a low growl. When I refused to answer, he cupped my face in his hands, his eyes bore into mine "How is it you make me feel so bad about myself?" He whispered in a sad voice, which disturbed me because for the first time I saw Tom Riddle weak.

There was something in the timbre of his voice and in his depressed face that made me lean forward and kiss him. He returned it almost hesitantly, his right hand gently tracing the line of my jaw while the other hand rested on the nape of my neck. I broke the kiss to nibble on his ear before whispering. "And just how is it you always prove me wrong?" I kissed him again, this time his response was immediate. He gently but urgently kissed back while his hands traveled down my arms to my waist. He pulled away: "Are you sure?" I responded by unbuttoning his shirt and letting my hands travel down his muscled chest. When I got to un-buckling his belt, he unzipped the dress in one fluid motion before placing me on his four-poster bed, which made the dress cascade down my body quickly, revealing the lacy, white lingerie. His eyes scrutinized my entire body before smirking at me. "I hope you're always this prepared." I growled and straddled him, removing the belt and his trousers. Boxers… Tom Riddle wore green silk boxers. I licked his ear and made my way down but before I could pull down his undergarments her pulled me up and began removing the little clothing I had on. And in all my glory, I felt self-conscious, which I didn't have time to think of because he grabbed my breasts and kneaded. Bloody Hell! This boy had talented hands… OHHH! Did I mention his tough?

We lay there pressed against each other and that night we made sweet love and I feel asleep to Tom Riddle's velvet voice whispering in my ear, and over time that became my lullaby.