Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or anything related to the works of J.K Rowling. I only own the plot and original characters you may notice as you read this chapter.

I do not have a beta to help with any errors in this chapter, or any of the other chapters you may read from this installment-so if you see an error that needs to be fixed let me know. I will try to fix it as soon as I can. Without giving much away for this chapter before you read it, a bit of a small snippet of how I am as a person: I have for sure, been Margo on accident when a friend was trying to get some romantic time. (You know what I mean?) Anyways please enjoy the chapter!

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November 4, 1943

Tom was in a tolerable mood towards most people since the encounter with Ophelia. He'd managed to even get more accomplished because of his tolerable mood the past few days.

He was incredibly pleased with himself, here, he had the brains, the lackeys, and the resources to make his future come closer in sight. Hell, even Selene Sharpe never came back to haunt him either.

"My lord." Dolohov quietly approached the heir. "We have a few more pure bloods who are interested in becoming Knights of Walpurgis as well."

"Is that so?" Tom walked beside Dolohov. Not once did he stop to acknowledge his fellow housemate properly. "They do know what we are, or are they under the assumption we're just some silly club?"

Dolohov answered without missing a beat. "No, my lord, they know what we really are."

"Very well." Tom stopped in front of library doors. "Tell Malfoy and Avery that they're in charge of the hazing process tonight. Those who can stomach whatever Malfoy and Avery can throw their way are in, those who can't," Tom scoffed and ran a hand through his thick black locks, "Obliviate them and make sure you leave them somewhere that isn't suspicious, understand?"

Dolohov's face wrinkled at Tom's words. Did he miss something-did a memo go out as to why Tom, the heir himself, was not going to lead the hazing process for the new members? Dolohov opened his mouth to speak, "You're not going to initiate the new members tonight?"

"No." Tom shot a glare at his house mate, "Which is why I am telling you what to do, Dolohov. Do you understand?" For a split second his eyes looked red.

The boy who had questioned the heir of Slytherin simply nodded his head; there were no more questions that bounced in his head. He scurried away to find Malfoy and Avery.

Tom opened the heavy doors of the library, he was pleased to find it quiet and empty. The handsome boy walked down an aisle of the library; on the second row of the fifth shelf he passed by; he pulled out a book that was tattered and had the small scent of black smoke to it.

Yes, Tom Riddle was in a tolerable mood and slowly, day by day, piece by piece, it got better. Whether or not Ophelia was the cause of his rather pleasant mood didn't pop up in his mind at all.

Though the encounter between them replayed at the back of his mind whenever Tom found himself becoming idle. His mind then reminded him it had been four whole days since Tom had seen the filthy little Hufflepuff.

Tom cleared his throat; leaned his back against one of the many shelves in the library; he buried his nose into the book and began to absorb all the information he could before his mind would go idle and drift off again.

Ophelia knew she was capable of having episodes of pure stupidity; the girl was only sixteen so of course not every moment of her life would be brilliant.

For the longest time, Ophelia thought nothing, absolutely nothing, could ever compare to the time she nearly burning down her old home in London (before the bombing, of course) because she thought to mix Incendio and Engorgio to see what would happen.

Poppa thought the whole ordeal was funny but Ben and Wendy Darwin did not.

The difference between that incident and her current conundrum was, she was about to be a second year student in Hogwarts who didn't know any better when she nearly burnt down a house...Now, Ophelia was a sixth year student who knew better. She knew now not to play and mess around with spells that could be dangerous at any second.

Yet, Ophelia did the most stupid and dangerous thing any girl at Hogwarts could have done: she had sex with Tom Riddle. What made it worse is she even knew how horrid Tom Riddle actually was-and she enjoyed everything about the whole experience.

Yes, Ophelia Darwin was sure about one thing. She was a big, colossal idiot.

Maybe that was why she never could have been in Ravenclaw-she didn't dwell on that thought too much.

Carefully, she knocked on Professor Dumbledore's office door before letting herself in. "Professor," Ophelia greeted the kind man as her legs carried her over to his desk.

"Ah," Dumbledore pulled away from a rather curious contraption on his desk. It looked similar to a muggle lighter in a way. "Miss Darwin, what brings you to my office today."

Ophelia placed three sheets of parchment paper on his desk.

The man with auburn hair looked down at the paper, immediately he recognized the handwriting. A chuckled escaped him. "How is Mr. Elwood recovering?"

While Ophelia had missed a majority of the party due to...reasons, she did make it back in time to witness Peter's delightfully unfortunate accident. Peter drunkenly apparated constantly throughout the night. At first it was just from one point of the common room (where the alcohol was) to another point of the common room (where Margo was); but he got distracted (as drunks often do) and thought how great it would be to apparate to the moon.

He tried.

He failed.

He failed miserably.

He ended up apparating himself just right outside the Hufflepuff common room, to the middle of thin air. Peter ended up falling to the hard ground and breaking several of his bones. Margo had to go fetch the nurse, and Ophelia had to rush down check on Peter.

Ophelia had to stifle back her own laughter at the memory. "Peter is good, Margo is looking after him while I drop off his assignments-this is actually the last one I had to deliver."

Dumbledore shook his head with a small grin plastered on his face. "I am sure he had a very good time then."

The half blooded witch nodded her head in quiet agreement. I had a good time too. Ophelia politely excused herself from the professor's office. Even though, I really shouldn't have.

The Hufflepuff student soon found herself walking towards the library doors. Usually around this time of the evening Ophelia would be in the Great Hall eating with her friends, but the sixth year Hufflepuff didn't fancy eating a meal alone.

Study time it is, Ophelia thought as she pushed through the heavy doors of the Hogwart's library.

At first Ophelia was absolutely content being the only person in the library; she roamed over the herbology section. I need something on dittany, the brunette told herself.

"Oh…" The small, muted sound escaped her lips.

The boy looked up from the book he was reading and turned his head to the direction of what sounded like a garbled gasp. He clasped his book shut instantly and tossed it into a random spot on the library shelf. He narrowed his deep brown eyes at her, "Are you lost?"

"No," the female replied, she didn't want to go any further into the aisle. "I was looking for a book about…" Damn it! What was I in there for?

"For what?" He quickly snapped at her. Tom's general good mood was suddenly replaced-he felt bothered by Ophelia's presence. Tom's eyes raked over her body, he remembered how the girl's black turtleneck help to showcase her body wonderfully. He suddenly hated the frumpy school robe that hid the best parts of her figure. Even the skirt she wore now was longer than the skirt she wore the night they had sex.

Tom Riddle decided he ultimately hated the sight of Ophelia...in uniform.

"Dittany! I was here to find a book about dittany!" Ophelia forced a pathetic excuse of a grin to lips as she slowly backed away from Tom. "But, I've changed my mind. I don't actually need to know anything about dittany because-," The Hufflepuff tried to find a good excuse at the last minute. "Because I realized we're not covering dittany yet in herbology!"

Tom stopped leaning against the shelves; he went over to Ophelia and closed the gap in between them. "Is that so?" Tom was a good head taller than her; but still they stood chest to chest. His mind was growing hazy with the memory of Ophelia in his bed...He hated this feeling, but at least he knew how to remedy it.

"Yes, very much so." Ophelia continued with her lie; her mind screamed at her to run but her body took its time. "So, I'll just be on my way back to my room."

Ophelia was about to take a step back and sprint towards the doors for her exit. Instead two strong arms wrapped her waist, pulled her deeper into the aisle they were in, and slammed her up against a shelf.

"Riddle!" The female's heart skipped a beat as she tried to pull herself away from the male's strong grip. "What are you doing?" It scared her how quickly Tom yanked her away without a warning! She didn't even do anything to provoke him either! She struggled against Tom, but his grip kept her in place regardless.

"What did I say about formalities?" Tom put a hand on her tiny hip and pushed it until he was sure it was firmly against the shelf. He snaked his other hand over to cup one of her breast; something he realized he hadn't done the other night.

A panicked moan left the girl's lips. "Tom! What are you doing?" She was terrified yet stimulated at the same time. Oh, Merlin, no!

"Ophelia, shut up."

That was his warning to her before he roughly pressed his lips to hers.

The smaller teen still tried to push the male off of her; Tom pressed himself up against her body. Ophelia was pinned by his full weight, all she could do now was melt into his possessive kiss.

Oh, dear God, could he kiss. Ophelia wrapped her hands around Tom's neck and ran her tongue teasingly along his bottom lip.

A growl came out of his lips; and she felt herself go weak in the knees. Ophelia ran her tongue along his lip once more, Tom squeezed at the breast he had cupped in his hands before he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

She was still being an big, colossal idiot.

He only created another memory for his mind to wander off to if he became idle.

Tom removed his hand from Ophelia's breast and placed it on her bum: he gave it an unforgivingly tight squeeze that elicited a soft moan from her.

That's it, he decided in his head what he was going to do. He opened his mouth to tell Ophelia exactly what he wanted, but his words never flew out.

Instead a shrill string of words that were not his completely stopped the Slytherin prefect from talking. Ophelia paled at the recognizable voice

"PIPA!"

It was Margo.

"PIPAAA!"

Ophelia sighed. It was definitely Margo.

"What the fuck." Tom hissed into the Hufflepuff's ear as he tried to regain composure.

Ophelia quickly sprang into action with a strong push on Tom's shoulders; he staggered back enough for the Hufflepuff to rush towards her friend. Her hands quickly patted her brown hair down and smoothed out her clothes so she didn't like a mess in front of Margo. She felt Tom glare at her as she retreated farther and farther away from him.

The half-blooded witch cleared her throat , "Yeah?"

"Hey!" Margo stood right by the library doors, three trays of food floated in the air besides her.

Ophelia squinted her eyes as walked closer to her friend, she raised a hand to point at the trays. "What is all this?"

The platinum blonde smiled, "Madame Harlow said we could eat dinner with Peter in the infirmary tonight! One tray for each of us!"

Ophelia smiled at her friend, "How sweet of you."

Margo nodded in agreement, "Yes, well, I am a very lovely, thoughtful, and sweet individual. I was probably a saint in my last life." Margo gave her friend a playful wink.

I was probably a lust filled sinner in my last life. An overwhelming sense of self-stupidity spiralled like a tornado inside of the brunette. "Let's go then. Peter probably thinks he is dying of hunger by now." Ophelia opened the heavy doors and gestured for Margo to walk out first. The trays floated behind Margo.

Ophelia let go of the doors and headed on her way to infirmary; she tried so hard to block what just happened out of her head.

Back in the library an irritated groan let itself out of the Slytherin's mouth. Forget his tolerable mood, it was completely snatched up and stoned to death. He was left with a semi-erect cock and all the crazed hormones teenage boys get when they were just so close.

He scowled as he walked out of the library and headed to the Slytherin common room. He'd be there for the hazing of the new knight members, he had enough anger and irritation for it.