I do not own any Harry Potter Characters, the OC's are figmants of my imagination.


Sick Compulsions

Chapter 7


Alice finally relaxed when she closed the door to her train room. She sat back in the chair and sighed in relief, finally away from Hogwarts. Camilla was napping in the opposite seat, smiling away in her dreams as her trench coat served as a pillow, her reddish brown hair was braided nicely to keep it in place. One hand was resting on her hip to hold down her red skirt. Alice looked out the window and watched the racing landscapes pass them by. She really didn't want to go home to her parents.

Also she really didn't want to think about her parents Christmas party. They have one every year. It was considered the high light of Wizarding society. At least Camilla was staying with her over night that evening, so it would be tolerable. Even now she can see all the conceited looks and boring chitchat about business. All the important people of the Wizarding world would be in her ballroom trying to one-up each other.

Towards the middle of the ride Camilla woke. She was always very pleasant after a small nap. She looked over at Alice who was busy looking out the window. She was dressed very properly, long-sleeved and slightly oversized blue button top tucked into a black high wasted skirt. Her legs were crossed, the nylons on her legs made very tiny friction noises as her top leg bounced up and down from the tracks. Camilla like her shoes, a lot, black slight high heeled shoes with a purple bow on the toe; to die for if only the school didn't have dress codes about the shoes, instead of the patent leather shoes the girls could all be walking around in those exquisite shoes.

"What are you thinking about?" Camilla asked as she noticed Alice's distant look.

Alice seemed to come back to reality, "nothing really. The snow looks so beautiful when it is untouched." She smiled down at Camilla.

"I suppose so," she smiled back. "Crossing your legs isn't very appropriate for a young woman."

"Only in public," Alice laughed.

"I feel as if we haven't talked in ages." Camilla said as she sat up and stretched her arms up over her head.

"We haven't, you've been spending all your time with Abraxas…"

"I know. I just can't help it…he is the first guy that actually wants me around. Since he came up to us at breakfast that day, I have not gotten nervous around any other boy at school. It's amazing! I know I am a terrible flirt when around any boy but now things are different, Abraxas Malfoy wants to spend time with me!"

"Yet you give him those chocolates?" Alice said, "You know what they do to people."

"Well…when I gave them to someone on all hallows eve; they got really sick…I mean really sick. The Headmaster and Head of Hospital where getting closer to finding out it was me so I had to get rid of them. I'm only glad Braxie didn't get as sick as the other boy did."

"Camilla all you had to do was flush them down the toilet…" I'm surprised and slightly relieved that Dumbledore didn't say anything…

"But….she's in the plumbing. She came back after the summer after she followed that girl Olive around. I know she was our class mate, but I am really afraid of her."

Myrtle… "She's nothing to be afraid of…"

"But it's so sad how she died. My parents were about to send for me and teach me at home. Good thing Tom turned in that giant half-breed."

"Don't call him that besides, all the charges were dropped."

"What else can we call him, he's half wizard and half giant-thing…it's not like he's a Mudblood…so there really is no other term to use to describe him."

"Just don't call him that."

"Okay…." Camilla relaxed back into the seat and looked out the window. Snow, snow, snow, and aha more snow.

Growing bored, Camilla decided to annoy Alice some more. "So," she said gaining her attention, "I read your last letter from Robbie…"

"I knew someone opened it!" Alice laughed, "You little sneak."

"What is he talking about?"

"Beg pardon?"

"He was alluding to something that happened last summer and that he couldn't wait to do it again. If memory serves me correctly he also mentioned that; seeing you restarted his desires…what exactly have you been doing with Robbie...?"

"Oh gods, I cannot believe you read that."

"So you two…"

"No."

"Then what was he talking about?"

"Well…."

"Tell me!"

"I cannot, it's so embarrassing, and you'll think less of me."

"I can never think less of you. Now tell Camilla!"

"You see, when he accompanied my parents and me on holiday, he convinced me to…"


Alice arrived at her home towards dinnertime. One of the house servants came to pick her up, as one always did. She traveled the rest of the way by car with her eyes closed. Nothing about her rich upper crusted neighborhood changed, everything was fenced, properly gardened, and stone white. They reached her house, which was quite larger and had more land than the other houses; Alice regretfully jumped out and headed for the door.

As she opened it she was greeted by the twelve servants that attended the house waiting for her in a perfect line. "Welcome back Miss Hornboght." They all said together in the same monotone voice.

"Happy Christmas," She said. "I trust my parents actually thought I was going to follow their instructions?" she crossed her arms and smiled.

"Of course, madam." The eldest gentleman said, "But we have everything ready for your arrival. Dinner will be in an hour, would you like to take a bath or freshen up?"

"I suppose so," she moved when the gentleman with her trunk and own entered the foyer. She walked up behind him and closed the door. "Thank you."

"It was no problem, Miss Hornboght."

When she turned back, all the people had scattered. She looked around her home as she headed for the staircase, fresh garland and bows covered every inch of the walls. The red carpets were brought out as well as the antique candlestick holders. The ceilings we like that of the Great Hall, magical snow was falling everywhere. But the one thing that was the same all year long was the cold feeling of the house, there was not homely noise. Everything was silent, even the servants moved so quietly it could make you think you were alone.

Alice started up the stairs and sighed, "home sweet home," Alice said.


Her parents didn't return until the next afternoon. Mr. Hornboght is an average height man, quite slim, with curling brownish hair that swirled in every possible direction-for a man of his age his hair was that of a teenager. His face is tanned and well constructed with high brows and honest cheekbones. Alice really doesn't take after her father, but his green eyes were passed down to her.

Mrs. Hornboght is a fair and very short woman. Her figure impossibly thin, to make herself feel better about her height she takes to wearing heels, and to make up for her lack of bosom and derrière she often uses a spell of her own creation to enlarge her chest and also her back end. Everything is proportioned correctly making her feel better about herself. Her hair is long and very blond. Alice is the slightly taller image of her mother.

They kissed Alice and welcomed her home and had dinner with her. It felt nice to talk with them…

The night of the Christmas party many of the guests arrived in style, the Minister of Magic and his wife arrived in a unicorn drawn carriage, the personal carriage of all the past ministers, not wanting to be shown up by anyone else. Others arrived by cars and some by magic. They all dressed fashionably and handsomely. Not a hair was out of place. They entered the home and acted as if they were royalty, ordering the normal amount of servants and the hired help of the night. They sipped Champaign and went to the cocktail table.

The normal party that her parents hosted was in; cocktails and snacks, dancing, mingling, and when everyone arrived dinner. It could go on for hours…well into the night.

Alice was in her rooms getting ready. Camilla had arrived that afternoon and was now being held against her will in one of the other rooms. (Mrs. Hornboght does not like Camilla; would rather have her hiding in another room until all the guests arrive so no one would notice her.) Alice only had to put on the dress and then put on come rouge. Her mother had promised a dress of the upmost fashion. She waited in the small sitting room of her rooms for her mother.

When she enters she smiled so brightly, "All the way from my designer!" she cheered as she held up a dark red dress, it was breathtaking.

As her mother held it up Alice realized it looks like dragon scales. From the sweetheart sparkling bodice down the red was draped and also cut in the fashion that was found on a dragon. Each plate of fabric was covered in glowing red and pink gems to make the dress stunning.

"Thank you, Mama. But shouldn't you be wearing it?" she asked as she stood to lead her mother to her dressing room.

"I have a much simpler one. Besides I am married where you are in society, might as well dress like a girl of wealth and prospects." For years her mother has tried to mold Alice into the ideals of the average 1800 woman; beauty was everything. "Do you have your slip on?"

"yes." Alice turned and removed the robe she was wearing.

Her mother quickly unbuttoned the back of the dress and helped Alice into it. It was bulky but not heavy, thank goodness she was wearing the slip because the tulle under the dress would have caused her irritation. The boning in the bodice would leave marks in the skin but at least it didn't ding into her. Alice placed her hands on the vanity chair back as her mother went to work re buttoning the back of the dress, there were about eighty tiny buttons she had to do and with each one the dress got tighter and tighter.

Beauty is pain…

"You will look so pretty."

"Did you see Camilla's dress?" Her mother faltered for a moment at the motion of her friend, "I think Camilla will look like a fairytale."

"Honestly, when I think about that girl I can't help but think of what a disaster she is." Her mother pulled tighter to button.

Taking in a breath she bit her lip, "Camilla is not a disaster."

"Just like her mother…consumed with radical thinking. They are too loose and rash for you to associate yourself with, Alice."

"Camilla isn't loose, Mama." Alice said timidly as she held her breath. Her mother was trying too hard to get her into the tiny dress. "Camilla is just a head of her time."

"More like behind it. I went to America in my youth, I saw the type of women that girl is like. Flirting, dancing, and fornicating without a second's thought. It is not right."

"She's not a flapper." She was just different, so much more different than Alice, which is why Alice is friends with her.

"She is damned, and I'll die an early death if you ever try to act like her."

"Camilla and I are two different people."

"And thank heavens for that." She buttoned the top of the dress and tuned Alice to face her, "My beautiful one!" she said pinching Alice's cheeks to bring color on them, and sighed. "No longer my tiny, gawky, and shy little girl; now you are a grown woman! I can't help but think of you as that little girl I sent to Hogwarts so many years ago…though I do wonder why it is you were sorted into Slytherin? You would have done will in your father's house. Ravenclaw is in your blood."

"I wonder why too."


"Alice, Please!" Camilla was being dragged down the stairs by Alice. The free flowing pink dress Camilla was wearing looked like a rosy mist behind her as Alice pulled. "I beg of you don't make me go out there?"

"Camilla," Alice managed to get her to the bottom stairs, "you'll be fine. They will not bite. They are just my parent's work friends… and maybe the Minister of Magic. You'll be fine." She took her friends shoulders in her hands and gave her a little shake. "You look so beautiful."

"Alice, once I get out there they'll know I'm half-blooded. I know I am a walking contradiction, making fun of Mudbloods when I myself am half and am afraid of being found out."

"Camilla, you are not half blooded; both your parents are half pure blood, you are just as much pure as anyone else in there!"

"They'll smell it in me. They'll know. It's just not fair! You won the genetic lottery while both my grandfathers decided to take Muggles as their wives!"

"Just relax, smile, and don't give a damn of what people think."

"Alice…"

"What…that's how I survive. I pretend that there is a glass wall between me and them. They may look but they cannot touch. Try it."

"I love you." Camilla laughed as she hugged her. "Sometimes I wonder why we are friends."

"I shall explain; I am; stubborn, sometimes practical, and rebellious. Where you are whimsical, flirtatious, and vivacious; we are two completely different people. But I wish I was more like you."

"And I wish I was more like you."

"You see?" Alice laughed, wrapping her arm around Camilla as she led her into the ballroom, "we are best friends."

"I suppose we are?"

They walked into the ballroom and were greeted with many faces, some turned and looked and other's just ignored them. They girls quickly ran off to the side and tried to disappear. They held hands and whispered to one another. Alice pointed out the people she knew and shared secrets about their "oh so important" lives. Great fun, really.

"Yuck," Camilla said as they watched a graying lady pass them in a massive black gown.

Her hair was gathered up at the top of her head, sitting in her hair as a decorative ornament was a stuffed bird of some sort. She seemed proud as she walked her shoulders back, chest up, and a smile on her blood red lips. Camilla couldn't help but shutter.

"If she was going for amazingly ugly, she got it."

"That's the Minister of Magic's wife…" Alice whispered.

A breath was caught in Camilla's throat as her eyes started to water. "She"—Camilla exhaled and then fought back her laughter—"is absolutely the bell of the ball. Wouldn't you agree?"

"No,"

"Pet," Alice's father pulled away from the wall and stood beside her and Camilla. "Mama wishes for you to acknowledge Katharine Wisingston—just for her sake."

"But—" Alice was about to protest.

"—just one word." Her father said as he tightened his black gloves. "I know the Wisingston family isn't at all the most dazzling family, but they are part of society. Just do it?"

Groaning Alice nodded her head reluctantly. "Fine…" before he left he kissed her brow and then disappeared.

Alice started walking through the crowds to look for Katharine. Camilla took hold of the back of her dress and power walked to catch up with her.

"Who is Katharine Wisingston?" Camilla asked.

"She was launched into society the same time as me. Her uncle is the former Minister of Magic; her parents took that relation as if they were royalty."

"Wasn't the last minister removed for stealing money?"

"Yes,"

"And her family still thinks they are important."

"Yes. Katharine is quiet upset that I haven't said one word to her in three years. Her mother and my mother both attend the same garden parties and let's just suppose little Katharine has complained to her mother about it. The only way my mother thinks to shut her up is to acknowledge her. I really don't want to."

When she and found her Alice wanted to kick herself, dear old mum and pop where with her. Katharine is a tall, slim, and gorgeous girl. She turned her, in Alice's opinion; extremely long and pointed, nose up at everyone that walked up to her. She was wearing a dress that was meant for a more curvaceous woman, her long neck was adorned with sparkling jewels in the shape of a flower. Her dark muddy eyes searched the crowd. When they came upon Alice they lit up.

"Miss Hornboght." Katharine said excitedly.

Alice bit her lip as she smiled. Gathering up her courage she relaxed, "there are many people here tonight." She said.

Katharine was shell shocked, she looked up at her parents astonished and then turned back to Alice, "yes there are, Miss Hornboght." She smiled.

"Sir," Alice said, "ma'am, have a pleasant evening."

"That wasn't so bad now was it?"

"Yes it was," she shuttered and ran her hands down her arms as her skin broke out in goose skin, "I can still feel her staring at me."

"Relax; no she"—Camilla looked back—"Merlin's beard she is, and with a gigantic smile on her lips."

"See," Alice shuttered, "that's what I was avoiding."

"How come I've never seen her at school?"

"French Magic School, her parents wanted the best for their princess." Alice said

"Oh…"

"Alice, dear, come here." Her mother said as Alice and Camilla tried to walk past.

Mrs. Hornboght was dressed in her finest red dress that hugged her feminine curves very tightly, her long brown hair was pulled up to rest in perfect pinned curls holding a small tiara on the crown of her head. Her arm length black gloves almost seemed to wrap themselves around Alice's shoulders and pull her over without trying.

"You do remember Mr. and Mrs. Nott, and their handsome son Gawain?" Mrs. Hornboght was acting as if Alice had never met the Nott family.

Mr. Not and her father were best friends, every summer they would holiday together at the cottage. Gawain, or Nott as she called him, and herself spent many hot summers tormenting one another. Both fathers would joke of how they hoped the summers would bring Alice and Nott together romantically so their families would untie.

Nott is about the same height as her father. His jet black hair was slicked back at the moment, but it normally fell passed his ears and strayed a little onto his brow. He was a very appealing young man to look at, his completion was clear and his eyes an amazing mixture of blue and green…almost the color of the sky on the clearest day. He was slim but slightly muscular; his dress robes were clearly browed from his father because he looked so discomforting.

Alice put on her best smile and looked up into the sparkling faces she has known since early childhood, "Sir," she addressed Mr. Nott first, "Madam," she tried her best to look Mrs. Nott in the eye when she herself was looking Alice over with jealous eyes, envying her youthful skin. When it was time to address Nott, Alice couldn't help but smirk, "Nott…"

"Alice…" Nott said defiantly before his mother slapped him in the back of the head.

"Do not address Alice like that." She scolded.

"Miss Alice," he corrected himself.

"How do you like your seventh year, Gawain?" Mrs. Hornboght asked. "Alice will not tell me a thing."

"It is fine, Ma'am. Though seeing how small the first years are I cannot believe we were once as small." He eyes Alice's short figure with a mocking gleam in his eye, "though I do believe Alice was the same height first year."

"No I wasn't, Nott. Need I remind you that you were no shorter than me until third year?"

"Be nice, Alice." Her mother whispered sharply.

"Sorry," she lied.

Her mother's arms snaked around Alice's shoulders and hugged her, "Gawain I must ask if you would dance with my daughter?"

Alice bit their tongue to keep herself from yelling out. Nott seemed to be doing the same, they did not like one another; never will, and if it weren't for their father's friendship that forced them to be in the same room they would have been miles apart. She looked up at Nott and tried to wordlessly tell him to deviate.

Seeming to take the hint he smile, "I am flattered, Ma'am, but I did see Robert earlier; should he not be Alice's first dance of the night?"

Mrs. Hornboght turned Alice in her hands and looked into her daughter's eyes, "Really, you invited him? It's bad enough that Camilla Brown is here."

"Papa invited Robbie. I thought you had come to terms with it?"

"Ah, for the life of me," she pushed Alice away and reached for a glass of Champaign that was presented to her by a servant. She took a sip and then turned back to Mr. and Mrs. Nott, "I shall never understand the attraction she has for him? After all the money we have spent putting her out into society…"

Alice turned away and frowned, "I'm not going to marry him, Mama." She admitted.

"Well good." She snapped, "find a man like your father; pure and powerful."

Mrs. Nott raised her glass in agreement, "pureness of blood and power is everything these days." She smiled.

Nott smirked and slinked away from his parent's side. Alice quickly followed in suit and stepped into the crowd. Angrily fisting her hand she looked for Camilla.

"Champaign?" Camilla said as she slid back to Alice's side and matched her steppes with Alice's angry steps.

"Obviously!" Alice said as they passed a waiter, without looking she took two glasses and kept walking.

They walked through the crowd until they reached the bay windows and stopped; Alice had emptied a glass and was now finishing the second. Camilla laughed as she leaned on the windowsill and looked out into the darkened gardens. Alice finished the glass and motioned for a waiter to come to her.

Placing the empty glasses on the plate he carried she took another, "Keep these coming." She said.

"Yes, Miss Hornboght." He said before he turned on his heel and left.

"I hate these parties." Alice states as she nearly drowned herself with the drink.

"Take a breath, Alice," Camilla said before she pulled the glass away, "what are you doing? Drowning away your problems?"

"Yes,"

"And I thought I was the one with problems." When Alice tried to take back the drink Camilla opened the window quickly and threw it out. "You have had enough for the night. Relax, smile, find Robbie and dance with him. It's Christmas, have some cheer!"

"Whatever you're selling; I don't want it." Alice looked out into the crowd and watched her parents circulate the room, laughing, hugging, and shaking hands. Also she was on the lookout for one tall and muscular boy, "plus I do not want to see Robbie."

Camilla's eyes widened. "You don't? Why?"

"Its ending, Camilla." She said.

"You mean?" she shooed away the servant who had returned with another glass of champagne before Alice could take it.

"Yup, I'm breaking up with him; or will be when I tell him."

"Is it because of"—she lowered her voice—"you know what?"

"Partly, he's taking things too physically fast for me. He even wants us to get married."

"But I thought you wanted to marry Robbie?"

"When he first asked me out and I was absolutely in love with him, I did. I don't know what it is I want now… but I know it's not Robbie at the moment."

"Is the Champaign talking, you don't really think that, do you?"

"I am not that drunk."

Camilla's attention suddenly shifted, her cheeks turned red and a huge smile was plastered on her face, "Braxie!" she said as Abraxas appeared from the crowd and started to make his way towards them. "I didn't know you were going to be here. Don't you look smashing in your dress robes?" Camilla ran her hands down his arms feeling the rich silkiness of his robes.

Abraxas seemed to swallow his pride and smiled at Camilla before turning his attention to Alice, "Miss Hornboght." He said nodding his head.

"Abraxas," Alice said pulling off her best fake smile, "I see your parents actually attended this year."

"Yes," he smiled, "my father could not escape your mother's persisting arguments. But"—he raised his right hand and held up his wine glass and made a silent toast—"this is just one of our many stops in society tonight." He took a quick drink before looking down at Camilla. "Doll, you look fabulous."

Blushing Camilla laughed, "thank you."

"Alice," Abraxas said, "would you mind if I steal my charming girlfriend away from you?" he smiled slickly as Camilla turned to Alice and begged with wide blue eyes and puckered out her lower lip.

Girlfriend? "Um—sure; have fun you two…" Alice beckoned them away.

Camilla nearly tore Abraxas's arm off as she rushed out onto the dance floor in the other room; Leaving Alice all to her lonesome. She leaned back against the windows and watched everyone else in the room have fun. Being a wallflower allowed her to see everything. She could tell when a married couple were having problems but still showed up together yet kept their distances. A tall bright haired woman that was circulating the room but keeping her eye on a certain man was clearly the mistress that was brought along with the wife and was exceedingly jealous of the fact. Some men were talking business while others talking about pleasure.

Every year this happens, people who believe they are the 'whose who' of the Wizarding world show up and stomp around with their noses in the air and giving off such airs that made Alice want to run away and never come back. Her parents love the society that blinds them. They love the fancy parties, money, socialization, and the feeling of self-importance. If they could only see from the outside; if only they were to live one day in a Muggle-born or half-blood's shoes for a day and see how they act…it might just disgust them.

But that would never happen. The 'elite' as they call themselves will always have such a belief…it would never go away.

But Alice is a product of her environment. She too believed in the idea of elitism, pure bloods were everything and Mudbloods were nothing. It wasn't until two summers ago, when she snuck out into the Muggle world and saw how they lived, how they treated each other, and more importantly themselves. Alive doesn't like to think of anyone else being less than she is…its hard, she has to catch herself sometimes and think about what she is saying. Elitism is something that cannot be unlearned because it is drilled into you from early childhood, but you can try to put a stop to it by not teaching it to the next generation.

Alice was raised by Elitists, she herself is an elitist, but she will fight tooth and nail not to teach any children she has about the differences between natural born wizards and Mudblood wizards.

"There is my sweetie." She turned to see Robbie, looking handsome in dark dress robes and his hair slicked back, walking towards her, "you are a hard woman to fine." He wrapped his arms around her and leaned in to kiss her.

Turning her face so he would only kiss her cheek, "um…Robbie…what time did you get here?" feeling something wet against her cheek she shuttered. Did he just lick her cheek?

Stepping back he smiled, "a while ago. So," he held out his arms, "what do you think, could I rival any of the rich in fashion?" he looked so proud.

"You look very handsome." He did.

"And you," his arms wrapped around her waist again and pulled her closer, "are an enchanting beauty to behold." He held her tighter, almost smothering her, "So"—he smiled and leaned down to put his lips to her ears—"while you're on holiday I was thinking that we could go to your summer home, unsupervised, and have some wine and then relive and improve on what we did—"

"—stop." She pushed him away, her cheeks, ears, and neck bright red, "Robbie, just stop!"

"What—why?"

"This is not the place to talk about…what happened." She looked around trying to find an excuse.

Robbie who looked over her head with ease and just smirked, took hold of her hand and started to walk her, "we'll just go out onto the veranda." He walked them to the French Doors, held it open for her and then closed the doors so it was just the two of them.

Alice tried to place herself on the far side of the veranda. Robbie took it as an invitation to advance on her; he trapped her between his body and the stone balustrade. She looked away when he took her chin into his fingers and tilted her head upward and kissed her lips. When she did not respond to the kiss he groaned and dropped his head onto her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" he muttered.

Looking up at the night sky she licked her lips, "don't you think your taking this too fast?"

"No," he pivoted around her to stand next to her. One arm draped over her shoulder, "we've been together for a year, we're in a committed emotional relationship, and the physical part is the next step."

"But…it's only been a year and I still want to wait until I'm marr—"

"Its okay, we're getting married! I'm committed to you and you're committed to me. I am willing,"—he realized what he had just said and caught himself—"I want to marry you for all reasons. So I see no problem with us having a sexual relationship before some man says "man and wife" before our parents, it's acceptable, it's almost the 50's things are changing."

"Robbie…"

"What, sweetie?" the arm on her shoulder slowly dropped to her back and traveled down until his hand was touching her derriere.

She turned and threw his hand away, "stop!" she said as she moved away from him, "Robbie…I'm not sure if I want to marry you…" she looked away when she had finally said it.

Robbie's mouth dropped in shock. "What?"

"You're pushing me into a situation that I don't think I am ready for. I think we need to break—"

"—no,"

"But Robbie, I'm not comfortable with this. I don't want you pressuring me. It makes sense for me."

"Alice," Robbie said, "I love you."

"I know you do. But—"

"—No buts, I don't understand why you want to break it off. We've been together for one year. I want us to get married, to be together, and have a life."
"I want all that too, Robbie, but not with you. After that day during the summer I can't help but re—"

"Don't you say that you regret it, Alice? It was wonderful."

"For you maybe…Robbie I know all this talk of marriage is because you desire me…"

"Who wouldn't, Alice, you are my girl."
"I think we've outgrown each other, Robbie. Or maybe I'm just not ready for the same type of relationship that you want?"

"I know what it is." Robbie said crossing his arms and looking down at her displeasingly, "Its Tom isn't it? You want to break up with me to have him?"

"No, that's not it at all, I really dislike him."

"Your friends with him,"

"You have no idea why it is I was with him that day. Robbie if you only knew."

"Knew what? Tell me?"

"I can't…" she looked away.

Robbie got a complete different message from her body language, anger swelled in his chest, fisting his hands and speaking thought his teeth he said, "Are you sleeping with him?"

Alice jumped up, her eyes wide, and her chest tight. "No!"

"You are!" he advanced on her and stood almost on top of her, "You won't open your legs for me but you will for him?"

Alice slapped him right across the face. "Get out of my house." She pushed past him and headed back to the door.

"I'll kill him," Robbie said through his teeth.

She stopped and groaned. What is it with men recently! "There is no need to, I'm not sleeping with him—and I won't sleep with you." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "How dare you assume that anyways, you're better than that; Robbie." She said back.

As she was about to enter the ballroom she noticed Nott looking at her from one of the windows. A dastardly smile was placed on his lips. When he realized he had been seen he slipped out from behind the wine colored curtains and ran away. Alice placed her hand on the door and looked back at Robbie, he hadn't moved. Rolling her eyes she slipped back into the room and rejoined the party.


Tom was standing in front of the girl's lavatory door. The urge to go in there and open the Chamber of Secrets was eating away at him. For months he has been hearing the subtle slithering sounds of the snake calling out to him. Calling him 'master' and begging to be released once again. It had waited centuries for him to find the chamber and realize who he was, and now it was hidden again. It didn't like to be hidden in its cage, it wanted to be free. It was a beautiful creature that deserved to be free to devour as it pleased.

But for now it shall remain a mystery to everyone.

Tom placed his forehead against the door; he licked his lips as he closed his eyes. A slithering language poured from his lips. 'Wait my pet, soon you shall have all the Mudbloods as you please, just sleep and wait for me.'

Leaving the door Tom retreated down the corridors to head back to the common room. Everything was deliciously quiet during the vacations, the students were away with a handful of others staying at school. Most were orphans such as him. As he walked the circling staircase he could almost hear Alice as she ran away from him a few days ago. He smirked as he remembered how flighty she was when she discovered Olivia literally on him. Also how angry she was when he caught her.

How beautiful she looked when he had caught her…

"I don't consider this lucky."

When he reached the painting, Salazar Slytherin looked down upon him, standing regally. "Password?" he asked

"Why is it I can never control myself when Alice Hornboght it near?" he simply asked not caring if he just wanted the password and nothing else.

"The short blond?" he raised his painted brows in amusement.

"I do not need people, I do not need companionship, I do not understand the need for relationships; but Alice Hornboght drives me insane when she is near. I have absolute control over myself and my followers—"

"—but Alice Hornboght escapes your control with ease?" he doesn't normally converse with students and he has never given out advice, but he is Salazar Slytherin in all aspects, therefore he knows exactly who Tom is, so why not share wisdom with the Heir of Slytherin?

"Yes,"

"She has her own controlling tendencies, she is rebellious, and therefore someone you must overcome."

"How do I overcome her?"

"How do you think?"

"I cannot seduce her without falling for the seduction myself. She interests me because she has control and I enjoy fighting her for that control. I do not understand why I cannot go a day without thinking about her. I crave her, I want everything from her, I do not understand these feelings; I do not and cannot love." He stared passively at the painting as it searched its thoughts.

"Allow yourselves to feel the compulsions towards her; it will only make the seduction more powerful. When you have her, the feelings will die and she will never be able to escape you."


Author Note:

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I really love to get criticism or just a plain slap on the shoulder from reviews! The more reviews the faster the chapters come…just so ya'll know. (Yeah I wrote "Ya'll")

I know Tom isn't in the chapter that much, but I was reading two books earlier, The Heir by Grace Burrowes and Impulse by Candace Camp, both made me think about English society and how they put their daughters out at parties in hopes to gain them matches. It made me think about what the purebloods in the Wizard World's idea of society would be, so because these characters are English, I thought the two societies would be quiet similar. It took me about eleven pages to explain it and I introduced the idea of what I call "Elitism" where it is basically racism against Mudbloods and half-bloods.

As for Alice and Robbie breaking up…I kind of created Robbie initially to be a character that Tom kills…but recently my (you can't call him my boyfriend because we're not going out) friend wanted to take things to the next level and was pressuring me to become sexually active with him. We were simply in a platonic relationship and I loved him as one of my closest friends, but the feeling of someone pressuring you to do something you are not comfortable or maybe not even emotionally ready for is not a good feeling. I believe that you should be deeply in love with the other person and not just sexually attracted to them when you become physical. So I kind of deviated from the plan and just ended Robbie's interaction in the story...because he is based off of my former friend.


Don't ever second-guess yourself when someone is pressuring you to do something you know you are not ready for. You're not being weak or cowardly by refusing; when you are ready you'll know. If you want to wait until marriage or the right person; stick to it, don't do something you know you'll regret. You'll feel so much better about yourself later in life.

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