Chapter 5

It will be so easy now. I didn't stand behind the tree today. She and I have something. We have talked before. I wouldn't be out of line to want to talk to her again. I stood by the bench, with my books under my arm, waiting for her to come out.

She came out into the courtyard and walked towards the bench with a sort of smirk when she saw me standing next to it.

"Do you want some company?" I asked her before she could even sit down.

She continued smirking and dropped her bookbag on the ground.

"Are you offering?" she asked sassily. Her eyes flashed with mischief. Suddenly, standing became a very difficult task.

"Well, if you'd rather sit here alone with your book and record player, I would understand. I just thought maybe for a change of pace you'd like some conversation." I said respectfully. I didn't want to give her space and I knew she didn't want it anyway.

"Take a seat, Tom." she said sitting down in her seat. Somehow when she said my name it didn't sound so bad. It didn't make me think of my father or how plain and common my name is. It sounded different. It sounded special.

I sat down next to her so that our hips were touching. She didn't show any reaction.

"I like your earrings." I said to her, again taking one of them in my hand. I let my finger caress her face as I did it. "They're very interesting."

"I got them for my fifteenth birthday from my mother." she said.

Good. She's at least a half-blood. Well, would I be at all interested in a mudblood? Of course not; I have Slytherin's genes.

"So your mom is a witch?" I said, still holding the moon. The sun reflected off the silver and the stars above it almost appeared to twinkle.

"Yes. It's just me and her at home." She paused and looked down at her hands. "My dad left us when I was only four." she said with a hint of anger.

Something else we have in common.

"Is he a muggle?" I asked.

"Yeah." she said, still a little mad thinking about him.

She stared out into space like she was deep in thought. She started to look sad and really angry at the same time. I knew how she felt. She's thinking about how badly she wants him dead. I let go of her earring and took her hand in mine. She looked at me and smiled.

"The guy's a jerk. He never calls. He just sends money like it's his restitution or something. I hate him so much." There seemed to be fire in her eyes.

I love seeing her angry. Anger is just another kind of passion. How badly I wanted to take her somewhere secluded. I want to see what else her passion can do.

Much to my disappointment, her face softened. The fire in her eyes died down and they became icy again. She held up our clasped hands.

"I don't know many unmarried guys who wear rings." she said looking at the black-stoned gold ring on my finger with curiosity.

"It was my grandfather's." I said. I may as well tell her about my family. She shared her story. I should share mine. After all, she will be my most trusted follower.

"My mom died right after she gave birth to me in the orphanage. She was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and this ring has been in our family for many years."

She looked at me sympathetically and ran a finger on her other hand over the ring.

"Yes, I've heard rumors about your lineage." she said, not sounding impressed. I ignored that fact. She squeezed my hand and I kept going.

"My father was a muggle too. People said I look just like him. He left my mom when she was pregnant. I guess muggle fathers are just jerks. He and his parents were killed a few months ago by my mom's brother and that incident left this ring in my hands." I explained. Okay, so that's a slight lie. I will tell her that I was the one who killed him but now isn't the time.

She nodded. "I remember hearing about that too. I'm so sorry."

"I'm not sad that he's dead. I can't have any remorse for the father who left me and my mom." I said firmly. She didn't seem at all taken aback by my stern, malevolent tone.

"I meant that I'm sorry about the orphanage. It must be awful."

I smiled at her and put my hand on her cheek. I was right. She's the one. She is my other half. She will work for me and help me in my quest to rule the magical world.

I let go of her hand and put my other hand on her leg.

"Magdalena..." I said softly as I moved in closer. I looked from her eyes to her lips. Forget tempting her first. She's tempted enough. I can't stand this. I want her.

"Hey, you two better get to class!" shouted the headmaster, Professor Dippet, from across the field. "I wouldn't want to get two prefects in trouble! Especially not ones who are such good students!"

Damn it. Can't he just stay in his office? We started to pull away slowly and Magdalena licked her lips. Why did she have to do that? Why did she have to make pulling away from her that much harder? Her full lips. Untouched. Unclaimed.

I tore my face away from hers and we collected our things.

"So, um, tomorrow?" she said quickly.

"Tomorrow is Saturday." I said picking up my book off the ground. I had knocked it over when we almost...

"Oh yes. Of course." she said a bit disappointed.

I leaned in close so I could feel her breath on me again. "How about we meet in front of the library at seven?" I whispered in her ear.

"Okay." she said with a devilish grin. "See you tomorrow."

She ran off to her next class, her raven hair flying around the flush of her usually pale cheeks. I touched that cheek. The next time we meet, I think touching her cheek won't be enough. She is mine.