Author's Note: Ok so here is chapter 7! A big thanks to these reviewers for reviewing! Lovebehindsilvermask, cheesepufflover, and Trfan190. Anyway her is chapter 7, enjoy!
Behind the MaskChapter 7: Heads Colliding
It was a week after the boy had been petrified, and the school was in an uproar. The teachers had tried to act like everything was fine and that a monster was not lose in the school. Tom was please to see that the school was acting like nothing was happening. He saw fear in some of the students and worry in the teachers. This made him laugh. Even though all of the teachers were worried, even Dippit, one, however, remained calm. It seemed that the attack had not scared Dumbledore. The old man had seemed worried, but he had gotten over it quickly. This made Tom furious that Dumbledore wasn't afraid, that he was acting calm.
Over the week, Slytherins had come up to him asking if he knew anything about the Chamber of Secrets. Ever single time someone asked him, he would say no. He knew that it wouldn't be a good idea if people knew he knew about the chamber, even if people knew that he didn't know everything. He knew if he would tell someone right away a little bit about the chamber, they would go straight to a teacher. They would then make him tell them what he knew. So he decided that he would wait a week and then tell a little bit about what he knew so people would go back to think he knew everything.
Tom had walked out of the girls bathroom, he had just finish talking to the basilisk about their next attack. He was half way down the hall when a bright light popped up in front of him. Quickly he pulled his wand out, he waved his wand. A blind blue light shot out of his wand and hit the other person. There came a yelp of pain as the spell hit the person, the light went out.
He lit his wand, casting a faint light over the hallway. Amber was standing there in the shadow, rubbing her wrist where the spell had hit her. He glared at her, why was she out so late he wondered. She looked up at him, also glaring.
"God Tom, why did you do that?" She asked still rubbing her wrist.
"What are you doing out so late?" He asked, ignoring her question.
"Why are you?" She shot back.
"I am Head Boy, I am allowed to be out here." He replied coolly.
She rolled her eyes, "I know that, besides, you are forgetting that I am the Head Girl, so I am also allowed to be out." She flicked her wand making it light up.
With her lighting her wand, Tom could see her more clearly. "You still didn't answer my question." He said.
"Neither did you." She said.
"I have my reasons." He said walking up to her.
"As do I." She said crossing her arms. She was a head shorter then Tom, so she had to look up at him.
"You will tell me Mudblood." He said dangerously.
To his surprise she snorted, "It's funny how you think I am going to tell you just because you called me a Mudblood." She said smirking. "How about I call you a jerk, then will you tell me why you are out?"
He frowned at her, he didn't like that she was mocking him, "No." He walked away from her.
"That's what I thought." She said following him.
"Leave me alone."
"Oh don't worry I will. I am only following you because we are both heading to the same place." She said walking besides him.
"Sure, or you are just following me because you don't want to get attack by the monster." He said, he wanted to see how far he could push her.
Again, she snorted. Tom decided that noise could get very annoying. "Right, because I know that you will protect me." She said trying not to laugh.
"Like I protect you." He said, he started to climb the stairs, Amber behind him.
"I know you wouldn't, besides, I am not scared." She said.
He glanced over at her, "Why aren't you scared? It seems that the monster only goes for Mudbloods."
She gave him a dirty look, "Even though I am Muggle-born, I am not scared of the monster."
He raised his eyebrow, "It could get you."
She shrugged her shoulders, "The likely hood of it getting me is a one to a hundred chance. And if it does happen to petrify me it won't be the end of the world. And if I am petrified, it would leave all of the Head Boy and Girl responsibility on you, including the masquerade ball."
He flinched at the thought of that, maybe he would petrify her after the ball. "Point taken."
"Anyway, why aren't you scared?" She asked.
"Because I am not Muggle-born." He said.
She looked at him as if he was stupid, "Besides that."
He didn't like how she was treating him, "Because I know it won't come after me, it can't petrify me."
"How do you know? It could have something more then just petrifying, it could still kill you." She said.
He sighed, why couldn't she have been stupid. "It just won't come after me, don't ask why, but it won't." He snapped, she was starting to get him angry.
She backed off, "Fine, I won't."
They had reached the common room. Amber didn't say good night, but headed up her stairs without a word. Tom went up to his room, he head buzzing.
He woke the next morning to find the sun wasn't up. Grumbling he turned over and tried to go back to bed. He tossed and turned for a while and then gave up. He pushed back the covers and headed for the showers. He turned on the faucet, cold water poured out. Ice drops of water fell onto his head making him light headed. He shuttered as the water dripped down his back.
Usually he would spend a long time in the shower, but it seemed unbearable this morning. Tom quickly stepped out of the shower, wrapping a warm towel around himself. He was about to walk out of the room when he heard something, it was water running. He turned around to find the source, but everything was turned off. He grinned, it seemed that he wasn't the only one that couldn't sleep.
The sun was starting to peak over the treetops when Tom headed down to the common room. The light from the sun was casting a glow into the room, bathing everything in orange. A weak fire was burning in the fireplace. Tom flicked his wand lazily, the fire started to blaze. In no time, the freezing room was filled with warmth. He sat down on the coach and started to plan.
It was an hour later when he heard a door being shut. A few seconds later, Amber came down the stairs. She stopped when she saw him. She pretended that he wasn't there and sat down in a chair. She reached for a book on the table and started to read.
They sat in silence for a while, not wanting to talk to each other. Finally Amber slammed her book shut, she glared at him.
"What is wrong with you?"
He looked at her frowning, "Beg your pardon?"
"Why do you act so mean and tough? The only reason that I can think of is that you do it because you are trying to cover up something that you don't want over people to know." She said angrily.
"Did you spend all night thinking on this, cause if you did, then that is sad." He said.
"See right there, you are being mean."
"That wasn't childish at all."
"Shut up, you know what I mean."
"Now who is being mean."
She sighed in frustration, Tom on the other hand was amused to see her like this. He wondered what she was trying to get at, he decided to play along.
"Personally I don't think there is anything wrong with me." He said.
"You may think that there is nothing wrong with you, but I do."
He leaned forward, "Do tell."
"Well for starters, you seem to try to push me around."
"I always push people around, you are no one special."
She ignored his comment, "Second, you strut around like you own this place. Third, you are very mysterious, going around the school at night for no reason."
"You were doing the same thing."
Still ignoring him she continued, "Fourth, you seem to have an unusual amount of followers. I say followers because it is impossible for you to have friends."
He flinched when she had said followers, "Ouch that was mean. Are you sure that you aren't a Slytherin."
"No, I am just honest, which the Slytherins lack."
"What ever, are you done scolding me?" He was starting to get bored with this conversation.
"Almost, the last thing that is wrong with you is that you seem to use anger as a defense. For what I have no idea." She said, "It seems that you wear a mask, you wear it when you go around the school acting like the innocent Head Boy. But the mask comes off when you are angry and probably when you are around just your followers."
Tom stood up, anger pounded in his ears, his fist clenched together, "You don't know me, you have no idea what you are talking about." He whispered, his voice dripping with venom.
She stared at him calmly, this only made Tom madder. "Why are you sitting there so calmly?" He said yelling, "Why aren't you afraid of me?"
She raised her eyebrow at him, "why should I?" She asked calmly.
"Because everyone is afraid of me! Everyone would be cowering right now if I were yelling at them." He said still yelling. He started to pace. Every now and then he would giver her dirty looks, she just watched him walk back and forth.
He started to think out load to himself, "I don't get you. Everyone does as I bid, they tremble from my power, they dare not argue with me." He stopped pacing and glared at her, "You don't do these things. Why?"
She tilted her head, "Because I am not afraid of you. I don't let others push me around."
"You sound like a Gryffindor." He snapped.
"Even though I talk like a Gryffindor, I act like a Ravenclaw." She said.
"You act like a Slytherin too."
"Not really, I may speak my mind and fight back, but that doesn't make me a Slytherin."
"Really, sneaking around at night, back talking, gaining one of the highest powers at this school. Sounds a little bit like a Slytherin." He said, his voice calmer.
"First of all, everyone sneaks around at night. I talk back to stand up for myself. And gaining the highest power, well, I think everyone wants at least a little bit of it." She said lazily.
They stood there glaring at each other for a while, both not knowing what to say next. Tom hated that she was challenging him, nobody had ever done that. He hated that she was standing up to him, that she wasn't afraid. He waited for the anger to rise up in him… he felt nothing. He frowned, he thought of this again. Still nothing, he only felt glad. His frown deepened, how could he be glad?
"Why do you have that look on your face?" Amber asked, her voice brought Tom out of his thoughts.
"What are you talking about?" He snapped.
"You had a weird look on your face." She said.
"Like what?"
"Happy."
Author's Note: Ok so there was chapter 7. Hope you liked it! Anyway, please review!