Chapter 7

Tonight. This is it. Tonight, I will seal my fate and hers. Tonight, I will tell her about my plans. I will tell her about how I opened the chamber of secrets last year. I will tell her about how I murdered my father and how my uncle was blamed. I will tell her about how I will use my friends, and I'm not strict with that term, as the very beginning of my clan. I will tell her of how I want her to play the most important role in all of this, my confidante and my lover.

She will accept. She will show me her devilish smile again. In return for showing her the part of my soul that I don't let anyone see, she'll show me the part of herself no one else can see. What a memorable night I'm in for.

Again, I took a walk through the school before meeting her outside of the Ravenclaw dorms. After last night, I bet she'll be anxious to see me. Make her wait a little longer. It will make her more pleased when I finally show up.

And there she was standing outside the Ravenclaw dorms with her hair half up, her eyes, with winged tips, and wearing a black sleeveless shirt with a white ribbon around the waist and a blue skirt that almost looked like a poodle skirt from a distance. Whenever I think I have seen her at her best, she always shows me otherwise.

I quickly scanned the hallways to see that we were completely alone.

"Good evening Magdalena," I said to her, sliding my arm around her waist. She grinned and leaned into me and we kissed like it had been years since we last saw each other. Her taste now fresh on my lips, I felt a bit more fulfilled.

As I took in her appearance, I noticed an oval-shaped, red mark on her neck. I gave an almost cruel smirk as I ran my thumb over the mark, feeling quite proud of my handiwork. She didn't even try to cover it up.

"So Tom, where to today?" she asked playfully, rubbing my shoulders. She sounded like she had a boatload of energy, like she was hoping I would say we were going to go swimming or dancing. The plans I had were pretty far from swimming or dancing but I know she won't be disappointed.

"It's a surprise," I said smiling.

"I don't like to be told there's a surprise before it happens! Don't taunt me." she said with a voice of dramatic agony. She threw her head back wildly as if I was driving her mad.

I love taunting her. No matter how much she hates it, I love to see her torn with frustration.

"Do you trust me?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

She took a split-second to think but responded with a confident, "Yes."

I pulled her even closer to me and held onto her tightly. Then I pulled out my wand and sent us through a spiral of light. The incredible falling sensation frightened Magdalena as she clutched my hand tightly like she was afraid she might fall. I won't ever let go.

In no time at all, we landed firmly on solid ground. She tentatively let go of my hand and blood started circulating through my fingers again. She looked at me with a unique mixture of shock, terror, and joy.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" she demanded, almost jokingly. "When did you learn how to apparate? And why didn't you warn me that we were going to?"

I smirked. "There's nothing wrong with me. I just didn't warn you because I wanted it to be a surprise." I said innocently. "And I just got my apparation license. I turned seventeen on New Year's Eve."

She nodded, finding that to be a sufficient answer. "I won't turn seventeen for about nine months. My birthday is the thirtieth of October. And I've never apparated...before today." I guess my tone calmed her because she wasn't acting frantic anymore. She started to walk slowly around the room, taking in her unexpected surroundings. I had brought her to my dorm. I wanted her to see where I think, create, and plan.

"It looks just like the six year Ravenclaw boys' dorms." she said, looking around. "Only a bit more...unkempt." She reluctantly picked up a pair of discarded boxer shorts with a questioning look.

"Those belong to one of my roommates." I said quickly and she dropped them onto the floor where she found them like they were an animal that bit her hand.

That comment about the other boys' dorms had gotten me angry. I just couldn't shake the weird feeling it gave me.

"How do you know what the Ravenclaw boy's dorms look like?" I asked sternly. She better not have had other boyfriends. Other guys who had gotten to taste her lips and feel her delicate fingers in their hair or her legs entwined with theirs. Or worse. I could picture her and some other boy together: a boy with blonde hair, a muscular build, and the habit of using-and-losing, the kind of guy I hate and the kind of guy I could barely picture Magdalena with. But there she was, sighing in the same way she did last night but for this boy, this random waste of existence. I wanted to hurt her for what she has done to me.

"I have guy friends." she said as if I should have guessed. Guy friends aren't boyfriends but they could still be thinking the same thoughts as me. They could still have dreams about her naked, willing, lustful. They could still try to get things from her. They'll pay.

"So have you ever had a boyfriend?" I asked casually. I tried to make it seem like I wasn't prying and like I wasn't planning fifty different ways to kill anyone whose name happened to slip from her mouth in response to the question.

She laughed dryly. "No. I never have. You must remember, of course, that I am crazy. Therefore, anyone will be my friend but no one would actually want to date me."

I didn't see any humour in what she said. Especially since I've pretty much proved her little theory wrong.

"What do you call what we have been doing then?" I asked, a hint of fury shining through.

She instantly realized what she had said and looked remorseful.

"We have been dating. You are the exception to the rule. A person with a twisted mind needs someone with a similarity twisted mind."

I smiled. How well she understands.

"So, um, have you ever had a girlfriend?" she asked, nervously fiddling with the ribbon on her shirt.

I walked over to her and gave her a mild-mannered kiss.

"Now I have."

She smiled, a sleepy sort of smile, but to my disappointment she pulled away from me.

"So, is there a tour involved here or is it enter at your own risk?" she said, gesturing to the room.

"A little of both." I said. "All of this belongs to my roommates," I said motioning to the large, cluttered area of the room, "And this is mine."

My side of the room was pretty empty. There were my school books, a cauldron, a set of scales, and some stories. I didn't own anything else. I was lucky enough, though, to have the best bed in the room. It was the biggest, the softest, and it wasn't a bunk bed. My roommates had agreed that I would get it and a little spell helped on the ones who didn't.

She walked over to my nightstand and skimmed the titles of the books I had. I had quite a lot of them, the majority of them being library books. She pulled out one titled A Fallen Legacy, read the back of it, muttered, "Interesting," and put it back on the stand. Then she opened up my closet drawers only to find a clean school uniform and a t-shirt.

"Not many secrets in here, huh?" she joked.

"I like to carry them with me." I said cryptically.

"What's this?" she asked, motioning to the black leather diary under my nightstand. I don't know how she could have possibly noticed it.

"That's nothing. Just ignore it." I said with a commanding tone. She is not opening that diary. In there, I have all my secrets. I want to tell them to her in person and I don't think she can handle all of my mind at once.

"That's a whole lot of nothing. It looks like a diary." She said, reaching for it.

"No!" I said lunging at her and grabbing her wrist, "Diaries are private. I'll tell you everything that's in there soon."

She wiggled her wrist out of my grasp. "Okay fine." she said. She turned her back on me like she was a bit annoyed by my harsh tone. She'll get over it.

Within seconds, she already had. I watched her walk over to my bed and throw herself onto it in a very unladylike manner. I couldn't help but smile. She wants it.

"You have a very comfortable bed." she said, resting her head on the pillow. "I could fall asleep right now if I wasn't so jazzed."

"Good thing." I said, smiling a little wider.

She rolled over onto her side and smiled at me. Her hair was an effortless cascade over her shoulders and her eyes sparkled with excitement. It was almost as if she was presenting herself to me. A sort of formal offering on a sea of bedsheets.

I'll bet she's never killed before but I'm sure she would be good at it. So easily she could play the role of a temptress in order to lure a victim in. When they are so intoxicated with her that they are begging for one touch, one taste, she would draw a wand and complete the job. Then she would return to me untouched because she will never be anyone else's but mine.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and placed an innocent, ghost-like kiss on her hand, my lips barely meeting the soft flesh. She moved over to the side of the bed to make room for me. I laid down beside her and pulled the clip out of her hair. She shook her hair out and I ran my fingers through it. I never fail to be amazed by her. We don't need to continue going slow.

I pushed her onto her back and ferociously kissed her all over her lips. She returned my advances with equal vigor. I covered her body with my own and ran my hand along the length of her form. She didn't object.

She laced her fingers through my hair as we continued. I knew I should stop it. I knew that I should pull away and put this on hold until after I tell her the truth. I knew I would regret it if I let her leave tonight without telling her about my plans. I also knew that I was having a hard time thinking clearly. How come it's only when I am kissing her that I can't think properly?

No, I can't fall victim to this again. I'm strong. If anything, she is the weak one.

I pulled away from her, her fingers still behind my head and her leg still around mine.

"What's wrong?" she asked, breathing heavily.

I sat up and looked towards the ceiling. "Magdalena, there's something I want to tell you. It's something I haven't told anyone yet and I need to know that I can trust you to keep it a secret unless I tell you otherwise. It probably won't be too shocking to you because you and I are so alike but will you promise?"

She nodded. "I have never told a secret without permission. I promise to keep yours no matter what."

I paused. No matter what.

"Someday I will rule the magical world." I said insouciantly.

"As minister of magic?" she asked. "That seems like a fitting position for you."

Apparently she didn't get it.

"Not exactly." I said, now looking into her icy, gray eyes. "I am going to rule it. I will start with an army of sorts that will be initially composed of those idiots people call my friends and we will kill off every mudblood who dared to walk this Earth and anyone who wants to get in our way. Eventually, we will probably move onto every muggle too. And you, Magdalena, will be my right hand. You will be my most trusted follower. You will be mine. We'll rid you of the muggle father who abandon you, like I did of mine, and all will be right. I have plans, Magdalena, big plans."

I finally stopped talking to take in her expression. It was indescribable. Her eyes stared back at me glazed, her lips remained pressed together, and her back was stiff. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She barely had a reaction to the news.

After a couple minutes, her expression did not change. It was as if she was Petrified or something.

"Magdalena?" I asked irritated. Why wasn't she speaking? Why wasn't she happy or at the very least curious to learn more?

She got up off the bed and smoothed out her clothes: wrinkles that I had made, wrinkles from where I had touched her, wrinkles from where I had kissed her. She picked her hair clip up off the floor and pulled back her hair again. Her moon earrings got caught on the real moonlight coming in through the window.

She sighed, but not like that sigh in the Astronomy Tower. This was one of disappointment, one that I never wanted to hear from her. She looked out the window towards the moon. The light streamed in on her face reminding me of yesterday and how ethereal she looked.

She looked towards me with a nondescript expression as a tear rolled down her pale cheek.

"I won't tell a soul." she said calmly. "Goodbye Tom."

That's the first time she ever said goodbye. She usually says 'until then' or 'see you tomorrow' but this time, it was good bye.

And with that, she walked out of my room. I had a fleeting thought wondering how she would get back to her dorm with no one noticing but I knew she would be able to do it. She is very sneaky.

For once I could not analyze what happened. I could only wonder. Why did I have feelings for her? Was she fooling me the whole time? Was she ever mine?

I know for sure, though, no one will ever get that close to me again. I can trust no one. I have nothing in this world but myself. Magdalena is no one to me.