Life is a funny thing. She liked him deep down, and Tom liked her; he just didn't know it, at all.
They were sorted into the same house, Slytherin. That night as the rest of the students lay in bed, stuffed to the popping, Tom looked out his window. He knew where he was and in some way he despised this place. He was here, the same place his mother was. He was becoming what his father hated. Slowly in his heart hatred grew. In his dreams he dreamt of one day conquering them. This was the slow beginning of "The End" as some would call it.
Not to far away, a girl of eleven sat up right in her bed thinking of a cruel boy she had met. She thought of how she hated that he had her thinking of him. She had a scowl in her face and in her heart. She vowed never to like him, ever. Fate has its own vows, though and hers don't count in the end.
Although they were in the same classes, they never talked and Winter kept thinking of their first meeting. She thought of how she hated him and what he was. Cruelty grew in her heart towards him.
Second year was like the first except for one thing: he saved her life. Slytherins and Gryffindors were in the highest tower looking at stars for some project at the end of the year. He was hanging out by her friend, Luisza, when a Gryffindor boy came up to her and started being obnoxious (this kid really should have been put in Slytherin, but anyway…) and teased Winter about all sorts of things. He started pushing her lightly when the teacher wasn't looking. Tom, who was standing behind her, was getting annoyed because she kept bumping him. He turned around just in time: The Gryffindor kid pushed her and she fell over, to her doom. Tom got out his wand and shouted "Wingardium Leviosa" and Winter floated back up to him.
She landed with a thud and expected Luisza to be there but it was Him. She looked upon his face and muttered a "thanks" as she walked down to the Hospital Wing. She was all right, physically, but mentally she was confused. Why did she hate him so? Why? She thought about it for months. It became summer and then fall.
They were now in their third year at Hogwarts. Tom's hatred was growing, but he was becoming softer with the help of hormones. He didn't like anyone particular and didn't choose to. This year, though, they were allowed to go to Hogsmeade and most of the guys were going with girls. He was teased about it and he did, deep down, really deep down, want to go with a girl.
One day Winter passed him in the halls and stopped him. I know you saved me last year and all. Umm… I just wanted to say thanks for last year and all. If there is anything that I could do, just ask."
"Yeah. It was no problem. I do have a small favor. Can you go to Hogsmeade with me? We haven't really been together and the first time I met you wasn't all that grand, I suppose." He said, not believing what he was saying.
"It wasn't all that kind, but sure I'd love to go with you."
"Thanks, I'll...uh... I'll come around Friday at seven." Tom walked away feeling odd. He was happy that he was going, but with her? That was another story.
He did what he said and Winter answered her door at 7 sharp. She looked nice in the black robe she was wearing; she had her hair in a ponytail and it bounced slightly when she walked.
She tightened her muscles when they sat next to each other at Hogsmeade. She liked him and felt that he had some courage for asking her, but she had their first conversation replaying in her head. She sighed as they made light chit-chat and ate a piece of rum cake together.
And so it began, the friendship of these two grew. As they reached their fifth year, their first meeting was often referred in joke and manner. They didn't become best friends, but they hung out every now and then. They didn't hate each other and there might have been some other feeling there.
As they started their 6th year, Winter felt that she knew him; he even came to visit her at her house. For what reason, she didn't know. She knew that she had formed a crush since the last year and wanted to get closer to him. But was that possible?
They were sorted into the same house, Slytherin. That night as the rest of the students lay in bed, stuffed to the popping, Tom looked out his window. He knew where he was and in some way he despised this place. He was here, the same place his mother was. He was becoming what his father hated. Slowly in his heart hatred grew. In his dreams he dreamt of one day conquering them. This was the slow beginning of "The End" as some would call it.
Not to far away, a girl of eleven sat up right in her bed thinking of a cruel boy she had met. She thought of how she hated that he had her thinking of him. She had a scowl in her face and in her heart. She vowed never to like him, ever. Fate has its own vows, though and hers don't count in the end.
Although they were in the same classes, they never talked and Winter kept thinking of their first meeting. She thought of how she hated him and what he was. Cruelty grew in her heart towards him.
Second year was like the first except for one thing: he saved her life. Slytherins and Gryffindors were in the highest tower looking at stars for some project at the end of the year. He was hanging out by her friend, Luisza, when a Gryffindor boy came up to her and started being obnoxious (this kid really should have been put in Slytherin, but anyway…) and teased Winter about all sorts of things. He started pushing her lightly when the teacher wasn't looking. Tom, who was standing behind her, was getting annoyed because she kept bumping him. He turned around just in time: The Gryffindor kid pushed her and she fell over, to her doom. Tom got out his wand and shouted "Wingardium Leviosa" and Winter floated back up to him.
She landed with a thud and expected Luisza to be there but it was Him. She looked upon his face and muttered a "thanks" as she walked down to the Hospital Wing. She was all right, physically, but mentally she was confused. Why did she hate him so? Why? She thought about it for months. It became summer and then fall.
They were now in their third year at Hogwarts. Tom's hatred was growing, but he was becoming softer with the help of hormones. He didn't like anyone particular and didn't choose to. This year, though, they were allowed to go to Hogsmeade and most of the guys were going with girls. He was teased about it and he did, deep down, really deep down, want to go with a girl.
One day Winter passed him in the halls and stopped him. I know you saved me last year and all. Umm… I just wanted to say thanks for last year and all. If there is anything that I could do, just ask."
"Yeah. It was no problem. I do have a small favor. Can you go to Hogsmeade with me? We haven't really been together and the first time I met you wasn't all that grand, I suppose." He said, not believing what he was saying.
"It wasn't all that kind, but sure I'd love to go with you."
"Thanks, I'll...uh... I'll come around Friday at seven." Tom walked away feeling odd. He was happy that he was going, but with her? That was another story.
He did what he said and Winter answered her door at 7 sharp. She looked nice in the black robe she was wearing; she had her hair in a ponytail and it bounced slightly when she walked.
She tightened her muscles when they sat next to each other at Hogsmeade. She liked him and felt that he had some courage for asking her, but she had their first conversation replaying in her head. She sighed as they made light chit-chat and ate a piece of rum cake together.
And so it began, the friendship of these two grew. As they reached their fifth year, their first meeting was often referred in joke and manner. They didn't become best friends, but they hung out every now and then. They didn't hate each other and there might have been some other feeling there.
As they started their 6th year, Winter felt that she knew him; he even came to visit her at her house. For what reason, she didn't know. She knew that she had formed a crush since the last year and wanted to get closer to him. But was that possible?