If Only..

(A/N: There's nothing REALLY sexual in hear, but if you get icked out by graphic details of kissing, better not read this!)

~*~Chapter One: Never In A Million Years!~*~

Love is a very powerful thing. It can make or break someone. In the case of Tom Riddle, it broke.

Tom Riddle wasn't always evil, no. In his fifth year, he even fell in love.

~*~During Tom Riddle's Fifth Year...~*~

Tom was sitting in the library. He would tend to go there when the nuisances of his house became too unbearable. This was one of the times. Slytherin was currently partying like there was no tomorrow, because of winning the latest quidditch game. Not that he didn't enjoy quidditch, no, he found it very interesting. But all those happy people, begging him to join in the party, when they knew they wouldn't succeed, it was too much.

And that's when he saw her.

Fiona Athelstane, fifth year, like himself, who belonged to Ravenclaw house. He had only seen her around the school a couple times, she was very reclusive and didn't have many friends. She would hurry to classes, hurry back to her common room after, never acknowledging that there were even other people in the building. He couldn't help but notice how pretty she was. Dirty blonde hair that was, though it was "dirty blonde", very shiny. It was straight and went down to about mid back. She had magnificent blue eyes, the colour of the sky on a clear, sunny day. Her lips weren't small, not too large, but had a pouty look to them. He wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips. He quickly disregarded that thought as he slowly made his way over to her. Then he stopped. Why was he making his way over to her? He didn't have any friends. He didn't want any. He, Tom Riddle, social outcast, didn't have time for friends or girls. He was a prefect, with perfect grades, but somehow was compelled by this girl. They were very much similar. Finally, she noticed this boy who seemed to be struggling some internal battle.

"Excuse me, is there something wrong?" She asked timidly. He was shaken out of his unconscious thoughts and finally said,

"No, I was just, I mean, I was wondering if it were alright if I sat there?" He asked as he pointed in the direction of the seat beside her.

"Oh, well, uh," She stammered, a little nervous as to why this incredibly handsome boy (as she thought) would want to sit beside her, "sure.."

"Thanks!" He beamed, with a happy grin appearing on his face. Fiona, noticing his happiness, reciprocated it.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Fiona Athelstane, yours?"

"Tom Riddle, I am in Slytherin house, do you come here often?"

"Yes, me being the bookworm from Ravenclaw." She smiled sweetly, and he felt a weird sensation in his stomach. He was in love.

"I've seen you around school," He began, "No offence, but you don't seem to have many friends. And I don't see why, you're very pretty, and from what I can see, very nice!" She blushed furiously at him calling her pretty.

"It's just, I never really had the urge to have friends. But now, from meeting you, I can see I was missing out!" They both started to laugh, and then Tom did something that shocked both of them. He took her hand that was on the table into his own. He stared at his hand in disbelief, almost like it had a mind of its own. He then looked up, at the exact moment Fiona tore her gaze away from his hand. They stared into each other's eyes.

"I-I-I got to go, I have to-be in bed in ten minutes, thank you for a lovely time!" Fiona stuttered.

"Me too," Tom began nervously, "But, will you meet me back here tomorrow?"

"...Yes."

Tom walked back to his common room in a daze. He was in love. He, the one with no friends, was in love. He went to his bed and laid there, staring at the ceiling. He would not sleep tonight.

They met in the library for about 3 weeks. Tom and Fiona got to know each other very well, and it was plain to both of them they fancied each other. Tom could not hold his feelings back any longer, so he made a proposal.

"Fiona, instead of meeting me here tomorrow, how about by the greenhouses?"

"Sounds lovely!" She grinned.

The next day passed quickly. Tom was nervous, he was going to ask Fiona out. He didn't know if she'd say yes, he hoped she would, he had to get his feelings out in the open.

Tom sat there, waiting. Then he saw her. Her beautiful figure walking, almost skipping towards him. He could see her hair floating behind her. She looked like an angel. When she came close, he could see that magnificent smile she only showed him. She slowed down when she saw the look in his eyes. Her grin turned into a nervous smile as she sat down. Tom took her hand, and she looked puzzled.

"Fiona, ever since I laid eyes upon you, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I ever saw. I just wondered, possibly, if you'd consider," He gulped, "Going out with me?"

"OH TOM!" She squealed, and threw her arms around his neck. He tumbled over, and she fell with him. She was now lying on top of him.

"Oh geez, sorry Tom!" She said excitedly, but slowed when she saw the lust in his eyes. He rolled over so he was on top of her. She giggled once, then became serious again. He looked into those blue eyes once, then thought 'Comon' Tom, you've wanted this for a long time!' He bent down slowly and kissed her. She placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer to deepen their kiss. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and became more hasty in exploring her mouth. She let out a moan and he felt the butterflies in his stomach. His hands began to explore her, and her hand frantically grabbed his hair and groped his neck. He finally broke the kiss and they both panted for air. He realised his hand was under her shirt that was under her robes, and he quickly took it out. They were both frozen how they were for a while, until,

"Wow.." Fiona said.

"Ya, wow!" Tom said, expecting her to turn all shy again.

"Fiona, I'm sorry, I got kind of carried away, and-"

"Don't worry, I liked it, and Tom, I love you!"

"I love you too!"