A/N: And I'm back again, with a cold! Oh well, anyways, hope you like this one! It was tre tre fun to write! Review peez!

Dianthe's Secret

"I hate you for loving me, I love you for hating me, save yourself."
–Peter Steele

Nearly everyone in the bar received whiplash from spinning around and staring at the typically very capable girl, sitting next to the Hogwarts Head Boy. Tom himself had a notably perturbed expression, as he ogled the girl who he had become so unwillingly familiar with. The look on her face was one that he had never imagined he'd see her have. A look of utter shock and fright, and she seemed to be on the verge of tears. The sight of such a bull-headed girl looking so inferior and small, scared Tom. Of the many times she had befuddled him, the expression on her face had almost rendered him speechless.

She leaned over, pressing her lips against his ear firmly, as if trying to comfort him. He knew she was doing it for herself as well.

"Sneak behind the bar and crawl into the kitchens," she hissed hurriedly, struggling to keep her voice from breaking. "There's a back entrance... please Tom, swallow your pride for once in your life."

He felt the recognizable sense of surprise. It was the first time she'd ever said the word 'please' to him.

Voldemort clenched his fists tightly. What the hell did the girl think she was doing? She was sure to get killed. Leaning in, he spoke words he knew for a fact that Tom could not hear.

"Just listen to her for once, you fool! Do you want to jeopardize your future by getting in a duel with the dark wizard of that decade?"

Of course, Grindelwald could never be compared to him. Voldemort assured himself that he was a much more powerful wizard. Yes, he'd proved it many times. Still, the aching feeling of Tom putting his own life at stake for another, especially a mudblood, was tearing out his insides with burning passion.

Dianthe stood, breathing heavily through her nose. She took a moment to settle herself, and when she opened her eyes, it seemed like she had no fear whatsoever. Tom knew disguise in her eyes better then anyone. Like she simply did not care and was particularly annoyed. It was a look she had given him on numerous occasions.

"What do you want?" she snapped, causing everyone to gasp.

The disgusting wizard called Grindelwald simply smirked, causing his face to contort into artistic forms of ugliness. He licked his lips.

"Who is your male friend?" his eyes flicked towards Tom. Tom felt himself wondering whether he should do what Dianthe had told him, or stay and fight. Then again, he was never one for fleeing. He put on the ugliest look he could muster, and opened his mouth to speak.

Dianthe beat him to it. "None of your concern." she said sharply. "You leave him out of this."

Remarkably, he merely shrugged, grinning wider.

"You look more like your mother every time I see you."

"Fancy that." she replied, sarcasm dripping on every word.

His grin disappeared.

"Come," he said, all amusement vanished from his voice, as he motioned for her to join him. "We are leaving."

She stamped her foot, much like a screaming toddler.

"You have nothing on me anymore!"

"Then why are you crying?"

Tom moved himself so he could see her face fully. He felt his stomach drop steadily as he saw that her face had large tears rolling down it. They were tears of unadulterated hatred and rage. She was crying because she was angry, and angry because she was crying. Seeing her cry stirred resentment within him, for it was such a rarity for her to show sadness.

She wiped her tears hastily, causing all the girls to begin sobbing as well. They figured if Dianthe Costa was crying, they were done for. Her strong jaw was clenched, but the dam was weakening, Tom could feel it.

"Come or we are executing everyone in here!" Grindelwald roared, with great impatience.

She walked heavily towards him and stopped about seven feet away. A minion rushed to grab her by the arm and whisk her out. Grindelwald yelled at him to loosen his clench, as he didn't want any harm to come to her. Tom's pride got the best of him. He stood up.

"No! You idiot!" Voldemort screamed, all dignity forgotten.

"Hey!" he yelled rather foolishly. Tom felt himself go red, for he had no idea what he was going to say. All he wanted to know was what the fuck was going on.

Dianthe and the dark wizard both turned around. The hint of amusement came back to Grindelwald, whereas Dianthe's mouth was open in horror.

"Tom! Sit down, you idiot!" she pleaded, more tears pooling.

"No, no..." Grindelwald seemed to be making a decision. "Grab him too... he may be useful..."

Another minion went to snatch Tom, but he felt the repulsion of someone touching him, and wrenched himself away.

"I'll walk on my own accord, thank you."

Dianthe took this one chance he'd given her.

"See? He'll just cause problems!" she reasoned, as Tom glared at her indignantly. "Please, let's just leave him out of it!"

Grindelwald seemed to be getting some sick pleasure in hearing her plead. He smirked at Tom and replied, "No, I think we'll keep him around."

Tom felt something strike him from the back of the head. Thinking to himself irritably how utterly dishonorable and cowardly it was to attack someone from the back, he felt his world go black.

"Tom! Tom wake up!"

Someone was slapping his face. He opened his eyes, but saw that there was barely difference with his eyes open then with them closed. He smelled mold, but sniffed harder and knew that she was there. He snatched her thick wrist from hitting him again, and replied meekly.

"I'm awake."

He heard a relieved sigh in front of him. His eyes were growing adapt to the darkness and he noticed that they were sitting in a dungeon of some sort. There were patches of water, and Tom refused to wonder if it was sewage. He let his hand wander to the back of his head, where a throbbing bump had formed. It was wet as well, and when Tom leaned in to taste it, he classified it as blood.

"Shit..." he mumbled. His head wouldn't stop bleeding horribly, he didn't know where he was, and Dianthe had kept some secret from him. All in all, this had to be a dreadful day.

She wrapped a hand under his head and he heard her gasp yet again. She began to put pressure on his already suffering wound. He yelled out in pain, forgetting about keeping emotions in check. He was severely angry and hurt, and she was going to know it.

"Stop it!" he yelled, immaturity regaining in his body.

"I have to stop the bleeding, Tom!" she said, pushing harder. "Calm down!"

"Calm down?" he repeated in disbelief. "CALM DOWN! I HAVE NO CLUE WHERE I AM OR HOW THE HELL YOU KNOW GRINDELWALD! I AM WET, SHOCKED THAT I'M NOT DEAD YET, AND MY HEAD IS BLEEDING! CALM DOWN!"

She sat motionless for a moment, soaking in his outburst.

"You're right..." she said softly.

He felt her rest her head on him and speak into his chest, as she had done once before.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" he heard her moan, feeling the vibrations shudder directly to his heart. "Grindelwald... he's my uncle... I told you to leave... why didn't you leave, Tom!"

"What-wait... he's your uncle? But you're a mu-"

"Muggle born. I know I am. He is too."

"Damn..." Tom felt himself speechless. The thirst for information was outweighing his anger with her.

"Why did he take us then?"

She sniffed, lifting her head from his chest. "He took care of me when I was really little with my mom. Then he left, but he showed up again this summer. He's the guy from that memory you hacked into..."

Tom remembered, a stinging rush of emotion hitting him.

"I told you it was my father, because-because you'd never teach me again if you knew."

Damn right I wouldn't have.

"He's psychotic! He wants to take over Hogwarts. I don't know why exactly, but he found us. I ran out last summer from the house because of him, but he swore he'd find me. And he did... oh God dammit the bastard did! We've been in here for hours and hours, but you wouldn't wake up. I almost thought you were dead... we've got to get out of here!"

Tom processed the information quickly. As much as he wanted to hate her, his need for bandages and sunlight were hurting him as well.

"And where exactly is 'here.'" he said, patting what he hoped was her shoulder.

"I'm not sure exactly... some sort of dungeon..." she replied softly.

"Brilliant." Tom snorted.

"Oh shut up!" she regained some of her usual demeanor. "We just have to wait until he sends for us. He's my bloody uncle, he won't let me starve!"

"That's a pretty fucked up line of priorities... 'Hey! Let's kill a bunch of people in Hogsmeade, but I don't want my niece to go hungry!'"

Jesus, at least I'd kill a certain type of person...

"Don't ask me how his mind works." she snapped, but her voice was quivering.

"Are you scared?" he asked, not sure if she was capable of fear.

She shifted her weight uneasily.

"Should I be?"

Tom would have pulled himself up all the way to sitting position. He couldn't make him kneel, his head throbbing wildly. Instead, he propped himself on his elbows and smirked.

"Of course not. We're only locked in a dungeon by your deranged uncle."

She smiled and bent to kiss him softly. He felt sure that she was searching for a comfort that she'd never find with him. For the first time, it upset him.

"You are an asshole."

She sat down next to him, wringing her hands. The darkness was encasing both of them in its odd splendor.

Tom was just drifting off into a sleep when he heard her mutter softly. He wasn't sure if he was meant to hear it. Oh, but he did.

"I hate loving you."

Oh shit... Tom and Voldemort both shook their heads.

A/N: woot woot! Fun chappie to write I must say! Violence to come up! Stay tuned!

Reviewers I love:

Gaerwen: Thanks as always for the lovely review! I didn't change the story to R, but I think I'll save that for another sexxxy story ;)

ContemporaryManner: Oh! I didn't think about spring break! I already had mine! Silly me! I missed ya! Lol my friends and I used to do that when we were younger, so I nearly pissed myself when I read it in the book! I get the quotes really randomly... I'll just google a song that I think goes with the chapter, or a quote that might.. Try it sometime it's fun to do when you're bored. Thanks soo much for that looong review! I LOVED IT!

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