A/N: This is a little vulgar so you'll know when to stop if you don't want to read the mildly explicit content (it will probably get worse as the story progresses) If you do choose to skip it, you need to read the very last line of the chapter.

Chapter Seven: Forget Me Not

I watched her walk from the bed where she lay only a few moments ago. A match was struck in my chest and my insides slowly began to ignite. Everything curled at the edges that the flames licked hungrily at and became singed in the centers from the over bearing heat. In a fit of anger, I stormed from the room and practically ran to the dungeons to get some advice from Marcus.

I kicked open the door to the sixth year boy's dormitory and ripped the curtain off of his bed. He woke in a panic because of the loud noise I had created. Upon seeing my enraged composure, he got up and dressed in a short moment.

We walked up the steps to the common room and he lit a fire before standing before me again. I met his gaze, fear striking into him, and I saw my reflection: red eyes looking for blood and vengeance. He bowed before even considering saying anything. "How can I be of service my lord?"

"I am troubled Marcus." I hissed, venom pouring from my words. I clenched and unclenched my fists in a futile attempt to control my anger. "I was refused by a fourth year prefect."

"Who?" He asked out of respect and curiosity as well, I never asked anyone for advice.

"Ciara Helena Linday." I whispered, the simple sound of her name calming me ever so slightly.

"On what grounds could she or would she even dare refuse the most powerful wizard of our time?" He asked bewildered.

"She had more then enough reason to, but I offered her something that many witches would leap at the chance for. Though when I held it out to her she refused to take something she already had." I growled, spitting out the last second. I turned away from him.

"What could she already have that you alone could give?" Marcus questioned, enthralled in the storyline.

"Power. The most deadly force in our world; power, and she has as much as I. I was refused by my equal."

"But sir, there is no one in our world that could ever match your strength in any area."

"Marcus… I created her." He stared at me in awe. I went into detail about everything that had happened since the train ride this afternoon. "… When she walked away something cracked inside of me." He pondered everything that I had said for what seemed like hours but I'm sure only a few moments had honestly passed.

"I shall need some time to think about this before I can even comprehend to tell you what to do, or where to even begin. I suggest you try to talk to her tomorrow during breakfast." He finished his statement, standing and bowing once again. "I request your leave." I stormed out the secret entrance before he could give me another reason to kill someone. I walked calmly back to my room and went to sleep the second that my head hit the pillow, anxious for the morning to arrive.

She just walked away.

The second I saw her blue eyes, she turned her gaze away from mine and left with another girl about my age with short and choppy black hair. I tried to follow, pushing through a crowd to get to her but she was gone.

She wasn't at breakfast.

She wasn't at lunch.

She wasn't at dinner.

On my breaks I looked for her in the Room of Requirement, in the Prefect bathroom, in the Library, and every where that I could possibly think of that she could be hiding. A week passed in the same manner, a piece of my mind slipping away every time I saw her, or thought I saw her at the least. There was no answer from Marcus, but he and the rest of the knights ignored me, as they well should with the mood that I was in. I dedicated myself to my studies and searching for her, but she must not have wanted to be found.

September passed painfully, I found myself extremely irritable so I ceased contact with any of those I would have even considered as a close relation to a friend. On September 30th, I called a meeting of the knights.

They came in single file, heads bowed. I glared at each and every one of them. "Much has been going on at Hogwarts in the past month and I hear that you all of been a great deal active in the student body. Any new events that I should know about?" I growled and a few of the boys that sat in front of my shuddered at the sound. "Speak up boys." I yelled at them and Marcus raised his hand slowly. "Yes my pet?" I calmed down.

"I saw something that you will find greatly displeasing…"

"Well do tell?"

"I saw a dark haired girl, which fit your description of the heir, fraternizing with Alexander Goyle."

Goyle stiffened, and I walked over to his chair and stood behind him, running my hand over his neck. "You all may leave, except for my dear friend hear." I whispered the last part in his ear and a few tears escaped his eyes.

"Cruccio." I said in a flat. Emotionless tone, smiling as his screams filled the dungeons.

A week had passed before I summoned Goyle back. He trudged in the door. "I need your help, Goyle."

"Yes my lord."

"I want you to assemble the knights for your own protection in this instance but you will find our dear friend Ms. Linday and you will approach her as you normally would in the main entrance to the castle tomorrow, then ask her to wait while you went to grab something and then run far away from the entrance."

"Are you going to ki-kill her?"

"Oh, I have much worse planned for her the murder."

The next day I walked about with a spring in my step for everything was falling into place. She was to meet him after dinner and the day sped by as it should have.

I heard them talking from around the corner, "I've go to go grab my books from the hall, I'll be back in a moment." He left. I rounded the corner and she wasn't the least bit surprised to see me.

(The next dialogue is all mental)

"I knew you were up to something." She said calmly as I stalked towards her.

"You don't leave Tom Riddle and expect there to be no consequences for your actions."

"I'm as strong as you and you know it, Tom."

I stopped maybe fifteen feet in front of her, my vision becoming red, and her eyes darkening quickly. I tensed my hand on my wand and drew it from my pocket shouting a curse. I hit her square in the chest and she cast back missing narrowly. She rapidly fired more curses and I got closer and closer, blocking her attacks easily. Once she was within reach, I levitated her to the secret passage behind one of the pictures in the entrance and pushed her with magic against the wall, binding her there. "You said it would be as if you never existed but you were wrong."

My hands hit her throat as they had a month ago. I squeezed, feeling the life of her draining into my hands and I stopped right before she passed out. She dropped to the ground. She looked up at me with a snarl, teeth bared as though she were an animal. She swung at my chest but I stepped back each time. She lunged once luckily and caught my tie. She dragged me forward, pulling the knot.

"You think I wanted to leave?"

"Yes. You wouldn't have if you didn't."

"You're wrong."

"Prove it."

"Fine."

She pushed me against the wall, my back slamming into the stone. Her lips pounded into mine and I was trapped. She bit on my lower lip and tugged on my hair, for what could have been hours but felt extremely fast before I started acting on her proof.

I ran my hands against her scalp, scraping it with my nails, the kiss becoming fierce as our tongues knotted together. Her body pressed harder into mine and heat swelled all over my body. She pulled her tongue out of my mouth and trailed it down to the base of my neck and bit down over my jugular. The action sent me lunging for the wall across from us, she was pinned now. She chewed on the soft spot and I pulled at her hair. I moaned as her tongue slipped back between my lips. My hands worked down her body tracing over her perfect breasts, at least I thought the were perfect until I found her legs beneath the robes. Quidditch muscles, I thought to myself. I squeezed the outsides of her thighs and she instinctively wrapped them around my hips, her lips now level with mine.

I pressed her against the wall grinding out hips together and she roared in delight. My hands traveled back up her body and under her shirt, stopping for a moment on her stomach. I traced along the bottom of her bra with my forefingers, when I heard the hinges of the portrait squeaking.

I dropped her to her feet and walked down the corridor, not wanting to lose my position as Head Boy.

"Tom!" She yelled aloud when I was about to turn a corner.

I saw her mouth the word before a bright white light took over my vision leaving me unconscious. "Obliviate."

A/N: Review what you think should come of this little twist I had in store for you! ;3