A/N: So sorry this story hasn't been updated!
Tom looked depressingly out the dark window. He saw a faint light in Rebecca's window, where a tawny owl was sitting and rubbing its feathers. He watched the owl soar away into the cloudy night, and he adverted his eyes to her window. She had emerged to the window, where her hair was blowing past her face. Her chin was resting on an arm, and sparkles were on her cheeks. Most of the sparkles were from tears.
"What's she crying about now?" he asked himself, watching her. He saw her slam the windows shut angrily, and the light quickly went out. He sighed and went to bed, hoping that day would come soon.
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Tom looked around the room as Professor Slughorn droned on and on. Rebecca wasn't in the room, and Kristen's eyes looked dead. Something was wrong here.
"And Mr. Riddle? What are the characteristics of moonstones?" Slughorn asked, and Tom turned around.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I wasn't paying attention," he said, trying to sound as if it was a big accident and he had dozed off.
"Mr. Riddle, please pay more attention in class," Slughorn said, a hint of disapproval in his voice. Tom just smiled, and Slughorn moved away.
"Looking for Mudblood?" a snickering voice asked from behind him. Tom quickly turned around to see Olga and Brianna smirking at him.
"What do you idiots want?" Tom asked, sounding annoyed.
"I heard she's leaving tonight," Brianna mocked, and Olga smirked.
"Wipe that grin off your face, you bitch," Tom said, and turned around.
"Miss Judson? Miss Beau?" Slughorn called from in front of the room. "Can we please stop talking? And Miss Beau, I would like to see you after class." The class snickered, and Slughorn remained smiling.
"Damn you, Tom," Olga whispered into his ear, and Tom tried to swat her away, missing her cheek by a mere centimeter. The bell rang, and the students quickly stood up. Tom quickly wrote down the homework, and ran out the door. He saw Kristen quietly crying on Mark's shoulder, who looked somber as well. He ran to them.
"Where's Rebecca?" Tom asked, panting slightly. Kristen stood up and wiped her tears away.
"She's in the Common Room, packing up," Kristen said, a slight sob in her voice.
"Why is she packing up?" Tom demanded. Mark shook his head.
"Her mother is coming tomorrow and forcing her to marry," Mark said. Kristen wailed, and ran down the corridor.
"Marry?" Tom asked, making sure he heard the sentence the right way.
"Yes, marry. And sorry, Tom, but I got to go," Mark excused, and he ran down the hallway after Kristen. Tom, who couldn't help wondering what the problem was, ran after them.
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Tom stood near the Fat Lady portrait, where it was rumored that the Gryffindor entrance was. Lunch break was almost over, and he could hear students talking in the distance. He saw the portrait door swing open, and a group of Gryffindors were emerging from the doorway. He saw Kristen and Mark, but he couldn't see Rebecca. He ignored the group and watched the doorway again.
Let her come out. Let her come out. he wished, closing his eyes shut. When he opened them, the door once again swung open. A sad-looking, pale young woman was leaving the room. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her hair was a mess. Her robes were untidy, and it looked as if she didn't get any sleep.
"Rebecca?" Tom asked, emerging from the shadows he had been hiding in. The woman looked at him, and her eyes widened. She rubbed her tears away and sped down the corridor.
"Rebecca!" he called, running after her. She ran down the stairs and down empty corridors that barely anyone adventured in. She finally collapsed onto her knees and bent down, crying. Tom slowed down and bent down.
"Rebecca?" he asked, taking her in his arms.
"I'm sorry, Mister. But I'm not sure of this 'Rebecca' you speak of," she said, burying her head into his chest.
"Come on, Rebecca. You know that I know who you are. You're my girlfriend, Rebecca Kristobal," Tom said, trying to comfort her. She gave a loud sob and choked down her tears.
"It will be Rebecca Gregory tomorrow," she said helplessly.
"So the rumors are true," Tom said under his breathe. Rebecca nodded, seeming to have heard him, and went on crying.
"I told her that I couldn't, and I already had a boyfriend. I tried everything, Tom, I really did," she said in a small voice. Tom's thoughts ran quickly through his head.
"Okay, Rebecca. I've got an idea," Tom said, hushing her.
"It won't work. My mum always finds a way around it," Rebecca explained, trying her hardest not to start crying again.
"Listen, and listen closely. Tonight, at the stroke of midnight, meet me in the girl's bathroom on the second floor. The one that says it's under repair, and where your friend Myrtle lives," Tom began slowly. "I'll be there, and I'll help you get out of the marriage."
"Is it going to be anything dangerous?" she asked. Tom, hoping that he could explain everything where he would take here would come later, nodded. Rebecca, rubbing her tears away, nodded.
"Act as if you're leaving though," Tom said. "And if you need to escape, take this." Tom pulled out an Invisibility Cloak from his knapsack.
"I'll see you soon. Oh, and don't forget. Don't tell about this to anyone," Tom said patiently, and Rebecca nodded. She kissed him on the cheek and stood up. She ran up the stairs she had fled down, waving one last time.
"I'll see you soon, my lovely Rebecca Riddle," Tom said in a quiet voice.
A/N: okay…the surprise has been cut off. But if you took this chapter as a surprise (as it was originally supposed to be), go crazy then. YupYup…thank you my lovely reviewers!
