AN: *ducks* Sorry! Really! Like, really really really sorry! Okay, I remember that I promised a chapter of TP&TF – yeah, that's coming up (I hope). I was just looking in my old fics again and had sudden inspiration. I promise updates will be more…regular now.

Online school, people! Before, I had to wake up at 5:45 in the morning to go to school…for classes that didn't start until 7:40! Now, I just need to wake up at 7…ah, extra sleep…

I hope I can update at least one of my fics or write another one every week. I can't promise (okay, okay, sorry again) but I'll try. Even if it's as short as this little thing.

I'm thinking of getting into Sevmione; reading too much corvusdraconis, yeah?

TITLE: You Love Me, Don't You?

RATING: T

GENRE: Romance (I think)

SUMMARY: Merope has successfully love potioned Tom Riddle, and now she's reaping the benefits.

You Love Me, Don't You?

I smiled sultrily, rearranging my features to paste a smile on my face. "Yes?" I purred. I crossed my fingers discreetly, hoping, praying that the love potion worked. It had to. Tom smiled at me, clearly swayed. He had a look of absolute love on his face - love for me, not Cecelia or whatever her name was.

"Hello, darling," he said. Cecelia watched from the sidelines, her brow furrowed and her mouth turned in a frown. I resisted the urge to smirk at her.

"Tom, what?" She pried his fingers to her no-good self. "Don't you love me?"

He tilted his head, looking rather befuddled. "Love…you? Why?"

I could see tears beginning to streak down her cheeks, but I didn't feel pity for her.

"Why would he?" I butted in cruelly. She burst into full-on tears and ran away, leaving her horse whinnying and bucking against Tom's.

"Now, darling, that was a bit rude. But only a bit," he added hastily. I wrapped my arm around him, and he pulled me into a sort-of hug. I released myself from it and tried to look as sexy as possible.

"So you love her? Not me," I said, making my voice strangled and hurt. It wasn't hard - I just had to summon all of the hate I had for Cecelia for getting him to fall in love with her first. Of course, I was a witch - albeit, I admitted to myself - a mediocre one - and I would triumph over her. She didn't have a single chance in hell of getting him when I wanted him.

"Of course not!" He sounded so genuine that I laid my head against him as consolation. "I love you, Merope, dear. You of all people should know that."

"You weren't making it very obvious…" I trailed off.

He kissed me.

WC: 308 ( )

Until next time,

Abby

P.S. did anyone here do NaNoWriMo?