I fail at talking like someone from the 1940's. I'm just going to stick to normal, modern day words now.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all the original characters/places


For the rest of the Christmas holidays, Tom and I were inseparable. No longer was there a façade that covered up my friendship with Tom, but we seemed to enjoy it even more now. I tried not to think about afterwards, when most of his Slytherin friends would be returning and we would act like strangers again.

"Don't you ever want power?" Tom asked, interrupting my thoughts. We were in the Room of Requirement, stretched out in front of the fire. Looking up from my essay, I frowned at him.

"Well—I guess, but not the dominating sort." I said.

"Why not the dominating sort?" He asked me, as if the answer wasn't obvious. "Why don't you want to have power over all, so they act under your commands?"

"Then I wouldn't have any friends," I said lamely, momentarily surprised at his sudden outburst. Tom snorted.

"Sure, like you would care about friends and love when you have everything." He sneers at me.

"I care," I pointed out, and he rolled his eyes.

"Only you." There was a silence as we leaned down to finish up our essays for Professor Dumbledore.

"Whatever," I mumbled, wanting to steer away from the topic. Tom always wanted to talk about power and murdering all the muggle-borns on earth—if I only I had known back then.

"How was your date with Zabini?" He asked suddenly, even though it had been weeks before. I looked up, an eyebrow raised.

"Why?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"He only wants you for physical affection," Tom said, and his eyes locked with mine. Dark blue and light green. I had never been able to read his feelings with his eyes, but now I noticed a flicker of—jealousy? Why would he be jealous of me when he had the Malfoy girl?

"He does not," I retort, rolling my eyes. Tom shifted closer to me, our shoulders touching. Lowering my gaze, I made a show of rolling up my dried sheet of parchment. But I didn't move away.

"Minerva," He said. I didn't look up. Because maybe, just maybe, I didn't want to be stung anymore by this boy, I didn't want to be ignored when school begins again, and I didn't want to see the Malfoy and girl and him together. He comes even closer, and I feel as if the room temperature had just risen to a hundred degrees. This is the impact Tom Riddle can make on me, and I hated it. Despised it in every way. It made me feel just like any other girl that swoons over Tom. But then his lips were on mine again, and the final wall was down. Forget Zabini or the Malfoy girl. This was what I wanted.

Suddenly, he pushed me down against the previously ignored loveseat, rather roughly. We kissed with a passion. A dangerous one, that made me lust after him more than anything. But when his long, slender fingers went to my blouse, I pushed him away harshly.

"Who's using who for physical affection now?" I said, more breathlessly than crudely. He did not stop—his lean, rugged body hovered inches above mine.

"Minerva. Just forget about whatever silly morals of yours and…let me." He said unkindly; even though I hesitated, I shoved him off of me.

"Well, if I forgot about my silly morals, what about the Malfoy girl? What about Zabini?" I snapped, fixing my disheveled state quickly.

"What Malfoy girl?" Tom asked, confused. I stared at him.

"The…the girl…" I muttered, embarrassed that I had noticed so much about his girlfriend, and actually compared myself to her once before.

"Oh, her. She'll live," He said in an extremely insincere way. I gaped at him, crossing my arms over my chest tightly; I didn't know what to do with them.

"She's your girlfriend, Tom. You're disgusting." I said in a not too quiet voice. He didn't seem effected by my words—but amused. As I stormed huffily out of the room, I heard him chuckle slightly.

"You didn't think I was disgusting when you were so eager to kiss me," He called to me, still stretched out across the loveseat.

"Shut up," I muttered under my breath, and stomped away.


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