Beauty
Though others had always considered him a cold, calculating individual, Tom did know beauty when he saw it.
And while presently, Ginny Weasley was ungracefully sprawled across the wet, cold stone floor of the Chamber of Secrets, he could see the potential for beauty in even her.
He didn't realize he'd stooped to run the back of his hand gently across her cheek until he was pulling it away again, as though he'd been burned; footsteps echoed off the dripping walls of the Chamber and Tom, straightening and frowning, stepped back into the shadows, waiting for Ginny's savior to appear.