Hey readers. I just changed the rating to M. The ratings system has changed here so just to be safe. Just some "suggestions" of what happened between Tom and Minerva. Anyway, thanks for reading. On to our favorite star-crossed couple.

As Minerva laid in bed, she recalled her evening with Tom. It seemed partly like a dream. The memories came back in flashes, separate and disperse, but debilitatingly powerful.

His sweating bare chest moving against hers.

Hot breaths mixing, mouths hovering over each other.

It didn't seem possible. Minerva McGonagall and Tom Riddle. No one would believe her if she told them. Not that she planned on telling anyone. How could she? Gryffindors and Slytherins… they never got together.

Tom's fingers locked with hers, squeezing so tightly her hands went numb.

The rattling of people around them… Tom's whispers in her ear.

"Don't say a word, pet"

"Good girl."

The thoughts shocking through her mind made everything fuzzy. Minerva felt like she was sinking to the bottom of a lake and she didn't even care.

Tom's lips kissing down her neck, her arms, even her legs.

Her hands running down his muscled arms, across his sharp jawbone.

Minerva shut her eyes. She had never experienced anything like being with Tom. He was gentle, but possessive, kind, but also demanding. For that time she could just concede control to him. Minerva always had such a weight on her. Between her friends, schoolwork, prefect duties, quidditch and now these awful attacks. When she was with Tom, she could let all of that go. Just let it slip away. He was in control and she didn't have to be.

His strong hand covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream.

It was to thoughts like these. Minerva drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Minerva made her way to Transfiguration. She walked in the room and felt Dumbledore's eyes cutting through her. His old face puckered up. He couldn't possibly know, could he?

Minerva looked away from him and with her head down she headed to the back of the classroom.

A few minutes later, Tom marched in the door. Dumbledore lifted his head to meet Tom's gaze. He just smirked, his head high and headed back to sit by Minerva.

Without a word, Tom sat gracefully down beside her.

"Morning," he said gruffly, sending shivers all through Minerva. Heat rushed to her face. She didn't dare look at Tom. If she did, she would remember how he had looked last night. Red face, swollen lips, his hair messy, bits of it falling over his smoky blue eyes.

She remembered it anyway.

Dumbledore started his lecture but Minerva hardly took in the words. She was thinking only of the man sitting next to her. A warm hand fell against her leg and slowly pushed up her black skirt. Minerva's eyes widened.

"Tom," she whispered. "Are you crazy?"

"Pet," he said, his tone demanding and serious. Minerva turned her eyes to the blackboard, doing her best to remain still. He slid his hand across her leg and grabbed her hand.

Minerva avoided Dumbledore's gaze as she walked out of the Transfiguration classroom. What just happened?

She waited for everyone else to disperse then grabbed Tom by the collar and shoved him down one the hallways.

"What was that for?" Minerva could not form words. "You trying to get us expelled? You want everyone to know?"

"Would that be so bad?"

"Getting expelled?"

Tom laughed. "No. Everyone knowing - and why would we get expelled for holding hands?"

Minerva's mouth fell open. "You want to - to tell people?"

Tom pressed his mouth to hers, silencing her with his devouring kiss.

"I want them to know you're mine," he breathed into her ear.

"W-we're going to tell people? When?" she asked.

"Right now." Tom grabbed Minerva's hand. That was one thing they had never done before… held hands…

Tom walked her down the hallway and toward the Great Hall.

People were going to kill her. Dumbledore would be first in line.