Yasmina carefully folded a scarf and put it inside her magically enlarged trunk. She was packing at the last minute and was running around her room, thoroughly looking everywhere. She didn't want to forget anything, since she would leave the castle for three weeks.
December had gone by so fast. By her frosted window, she could see the park now covered under several inches of snow. The sun was going down, lighting the forbidden forest with lilac and pink glows. She took a pause to look at the landscape and shivered: even from her cozy bedroom, she could feel the freezing cold outside. Yasmina went back to her packing, rubbing her arms. Folding up the evening dress she had worn at the pureblood soiree a month ago, she thought of Tom.
They have been seeing each other for a few weeks now. Tom and she had agreed on keeping things discreet. It wasn't a secret, Eve and Thomas knew about it for instance. But, since they were both Head students, they'd rather keep their relationship for themselves. It was for the best. After all, Yasmina was still getting used to it.
Of course, people talked. Yasmina had become used to the murmurs following her around the castle. Students were wondering why they were suddenly spending so much time together. It wasn't a secret that Yasmina Shafiq despised the Head boy. However, since Tom had a certain standing in the castle, everyone left them alone.
Anyway, with all the exams, they barely had the time to see each other at all in the past two weeks.
"Hey."
Yasmina raised her brown eyes from her trunk and smiled to greet Tom, who was casually leaning against her doorframe. "Hi, come in!"
Tom sat on her bed, staring at her while she packed her things. No matter how often he came to her, she still couldn't get her head around the fact that she was dating him.
Yasmina wasn't shy, but she wasn't always comfortable and fearless around him. Tom didn't seem to have the same problem. She knew for a fact that he'd never had a girlfriend before. So how come was he perpetually so composed and confident? The Gryffindor repelled her bad feeling away. Sometimes, she couldn't help but think that he was so detached because he didn't care at all.
He was silently watching her pacing around. The more she spent time with him, the more she realized that Tom didn't bother with useless speeches. Now, he was nonetheless quieter than usual.
As he always did when his mind was elsewhere, Tom rotated the heavy ring he wore on his left hand with his slender fingers. "How was your transfiguration exam?" he suddenly asked her.
Yasmina shrugged casually, "A piece of cake, really. I'll definitely beat you this time. How was yours?"
"Alright, I guess."
The Slytherin rotated his ring another time, his eyes stuck on her. She attempted to ignore his burning glare, but it was becoming even more difficult as the quiet minutes passed. She knew he wanted to ask something of her. Tom grabbed her wrist when she passed by, stopping her from pacing around her room. He forced her to meet his eyes and she lost herself in those dark irises.
Sometimes, he did seem to care.
"Do you have anything planned for tonight?" he said.
It was the last night at the castle before the holidays. The Hogwarts express would leave first light in the morning. Usually, those nights were spent in the Gryffindor common room. Eve and Thomas both were already up there. They did invite her, but she didn't feel like going, especially since Mary and Hadrian would both be attending and they didn't want to see her.
"No, I'll pack and sleep early I think. What about you?"
"My friends and I will be hanging out later. I want you to come."
Despite her reservations, an hour later, she found herself to be sitting in a cozy room in the west wing with a bunch of Slytherin men. She had a whole velvet couch to herself, as Tom and his friends were gossiping like schoolgirls in armchairs near the fire. Yasmina felt like an intruder in a sect with her red and gold Head girl badge pinned on her robe.
She had agreed to come since Tom had seemed so careful when he had asked her. He clearly had apprehended her reaction and she felt like she had no choice at all but to accept. It was becoming increasingly difficult to say no to that man.
She sighed, stretching her legs. The Head boy's dark eyes came back to her, but he didn't address her and kept his attention on his Slytherin friends. She knew he expected her to join them in their discussion. She couldn't resort herself to doing it, though.
If all Slytherins had seemed genuinely surprised to see her here, most of them had greeted her with a nod. After all, they were already used to seeing each other at various pureblood events. Mulciber, on the other hand, kept staring at her in disdain. She threw him back a dark, annoyed glance.
"What about you, Shafiq? Are you coming to New Year's party at Abraxas'?" Avery asked her, including her in their conversation, but before she could answer, somebody interrupted her.
"Why do you care?" Rosier sneered. "Perhaps we'll see Avery's patriarch getting turned down by Shafiq's father again. Do you still want her hand?" The young men laughed loudly.
Avery didn't laugh, though. "For God's sake, will you ever forget about that? It was three years ago!"
"How can we? I'll always remember this."
"Fuck off," Avery merely answered.
"That reminds me," Mulciber called Yasmina out with his nosy voice, "how come aren't you engaged yet? You'll be a spinster soon. Such a waste: a pureblood witch unmarried…"
Yasmina put her butterbeer on the ground – to prevent her from throwing it at his haughty face – and raised an eyebrow in indignation. "I'm seventeen. I don't have to get married now. Perhaps you can go back to the medieval time where you belong and there you'll meet someone who'll accept to marry you, Mulciber."
Yasmina quickly glanced at Tom, who was pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, with a visibly amused smile on his lips.
Nott, who never stepped a toe out of his aristocratic politeness, rectified Mulciber's comment. "I would never use such a word since as a member of the Sacred 28, you deserve even so much respect. Nonetheless, it is true that Hogwarts pureblood girls are often betrothed before their seventh year. Is your father looking to give your hand to someone outside the 28?"
His inquisitive voice concealed another purpose. Was the Shafiq family open for marrying non-pureblood wizards? Yasmina knew better than not to irritate Nott. His family was one of the most respected in Britain with the Malfoy and the Lestrange. She breathed in and out before answering him in the most polite tone she could have regarding her annoyance.
"This is irrelevant, Nott, since my father won't decide who I'll marry. I can't answer you. Moreover, why do I have to explain this every time I speak with either one of you? I understand that your…genitors decide everything for you, but that's not the case for me. I can do whatever I want."
"That explains a lot," Mulciber commented a few boys sneered.
Yasmina pointed her wand at him. "If you don't want to wake up in the infirmary with a few parts missing, I suggest you shut your mouth."
Mulciber raised both hands in the air, yielding preventively. Good. The Gryffindor met Tom's eyes, which were surprisingly full of desire. The dormant fire in her lower abdomen lit up again and she felt herself longing for his touch. He stared at her, but then broke their eye contact as she lowered her wand.
Ugh. Of all the ways this evening could have turned to, she was stuck in the worst situation. Yasmina could have spent the evening in the Gryffindor tower with her friends or quietly packing and relaxing in her room – or even better, snogging with the Head boy. Yet, she was stuck here, yelling at Tom's idiot friends and trying not to make a fool of herself. It was terrible.
Late, as usual, Theodore went through the door about an hour later. Yasmina sighed in relief. He greeted everyone and froze when he noticed her on the couch. He came right for her and sat next to her, under the penetrating gaze of Tom, who was guarding her like a vulture hovering over his prey. "Why are you here?" he asked, a drink somehow already in his hand, looking genuinely curious.
His dark curly hair was disheveled and the hand he ran through it only made things worse. She leaned back more comfortably on the couch, her muscles less tensed now that he was here. "Tom invited me." She lowered her voice and whispered. "Thank God you're here. I was beginning to decay alone here."
"A lioness surrounded by snakes… How come nobody is hurt yet?"
Yasmina showed him the wand she has held in her right hand since her arrival. "It's just a matter of time before I lose my temper. Mulciber is getting on my nerves, but I haven't jinxed him… yet"
"Perhaps dating Tom has eased down your temper a bit," Theodore commented with a knowing grin.
She froze. "He told you?"
The Lestrange heir rolled his eyes at the stone ceiling. "Come on, Yasmina. Tom has never brought anyone here. He never brings anyone anywhere. Now he's eating with you and walking you to class. I'm not stupid."
"We're both Head students and we're friends now. That's why."
He shrugged. "Friends don't snog each other."
For an instant, Yasmina wanted to hex the mocking smirk off her friend's face. Theodore laughed heartily, pushing her wand away with his hand. "I won't talk. Tom would never have told me if he suspected I would tell anyone."
So Tom had told him. Although it wasn't surprising, she would have appreciated the heads-up. She shrugged and he understood that she did not want to discuss this any further. Thinking about kissing Tom made her brain go numb. The Gryffindor threw another glance at him, but he was attentively listening to Nott's gossips.
"How was your date with Eve?" she teased back, knowing perfectly well how their date ended.
"It was great! Well… at least until I told her I was already betrothed to someone. She threw her drink on me and left the pub in a fierce hurry. How… eccentric she is, eccentric, but refreshing."
He chuckled, not hurt in the least by Eve's reaction. When the blonde had told this to her two weeks ago, Yasmina had laughed so much that she had to take five minutes before being able to breathe normally again. It was for the best, though. Eve was not to become attached to him, as her hopes would be vain. Theodore was a charming prisoner, but one that could never leave his tower.
"I get why she is your best friend," he added mischievously. "You two girls are the most short-tempered, intense Gryffindors I have ever seen."
"I can't argue with that," Tom said, suddenly in front of them.
An hour and a half. That was the time she had to wait before he finally came to her. She thought about glaring at him, annoyed, but the way he smiled at her only made her blink. She cleared her throat. "Theodore was telling me about his date with Eve."
"Oh yes," Tom recalled, attracting an armchair with his wand to sit right in front of them, "the catastrophic date."
Tom casually put his hand on her knee, claiming her. She rolled her eyes at his possessiveness.
She knew Theodore would have made a comment if she hadn't shaken her head to prevent it.
To her relief, the rest of the evening went surprisingly smoothly. Yasmina spent most of the time discussing with the two of them, but she then tried to open herself to the others. They were his friends, after all. Maybe she had to make an effort. This is why he had invited her.
She played a game of Exploding Snaps with Avery and even participated when Nott gossiped about the Black family. When she felt that she had done enough and she could leave without being rude, she excused herself.
Tom stood up. "I'll walk you back."
As soon as they went out of the room, the Head boy leaned toward her, a wry smile on his lips. "How did you find your evening?"
"It wasn't all bad."
"Well, you seemed to have fun…at some point."
They turned into an adjacent corridor and Yasmina shook her head.
"I won't say that Slytherins are welcoming and amicable. You look like you want me to admit I was prejudiced."
"Aren't you?" He winked, his jaw twitching as if he was trying to hold back a laugh.
She scoffed. "Prejudiced? You can't possibly say that Mulciber was friendly."
"You're right. But you stood up well for yourself. I knew you would be able to, that's why I invited you."
"Don't you mind that I wanted to curse him? He's your friend."
Tom dragged her in a dark alcove, a mischievous smirk on the corner of his mouth. "I would never mind." The sweet, delicious tone of his voice made her heart skip a beat. He didn't even hesitate before pressing his mouth on hers.
"Not here," she giggled, pushing him away.
Tom caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers, shrugging. "Curfew passed ten minutes ago."
As if curfew prevented anyone from wandering in the corridors, Yasmina thought. She, herself, had spent so much time in the past seven years outside the common room past curfew. She nonetheless let herself be charmed by his touch. How could she resist his exquisite caress? She couldn't. She didn't want to.
Yasmina closed her eyes when he kissed her again, allowing herself to run a hand through his hair. The cold stone of the castle wall made her shiver when he pinned her against it in greed. A year ago, Yasmina could never have imagined Tom had so much lust in him. How… improper.
How tempting.
She huffed when his lips met the golden skin of her neck. An index under her chin, he tilted her head backward, leaving a trail of burning kisses along her throat to her collarbone. His hands slid to her hips, pulling her closer. She forgot how to breathe.
A loud BANG pulled them away abruptly.
In front of them stood a very bewilder Mary, eyes widened in shock.
She was frozen there, as a tray full of delicious-looking pastries laid at her feet. Mary and Yasmina stared at each other without saying a word. Seemingly unshaken by having been caught, the Head boy magically placed back the pastries on the tray, which levitated in Mary's hands. She didn't thank him.
"I'm… I'm confused," Mary carefully articulated instead.
Yasmina sighed. She looked down at the pasties and knew Mary had brought them from the kitchen. She knew at whom those pastries were destined: they would be devoured by her hungry friends, currently waiting for Mary to return to the Gryffindor Tower. Yasmina missed those nights.
The Head girl met Tom's darkened eyes. "Can you leave us?"
He hesitated, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. He finally accepted when she gave him an imploring look. "Alright, I'm going back. I'll see you tomorrow." Tom left them alone and went back in direction of the room they had just left. Yasmina eye's followed him until he turned in another corridor.
Mary cleared her throat. "Are you… together now?" There was perceptible shyness in Mary's voice, yet Yasmina could also decrypt a touch of curiosity.
At first, Yasmina thought about lying. She didn't owe Mary anything, especially not the truth. Yet, Thomas' words came back to her mind. If she wanted this unbearable situation to come to an end, she had to move forward. The Head girl finally nodded after long seconds of silence. "Yes. We are taking things slow, so this is why we're not screaming it on the rooftops."
Mary sighed sadly, holding on to the tray. "There would have been a time when you would have told me this in confidence, as a friend."
"Yes." Yasmina smoothed out wrinkles on her blouse, unable to meet Mary's gaze.
The blonde stared at her feet. "I apologize. I've had time to think and I've realized I've been acting like a mere idiot. I'm so sorry, I have been so stubborn. I don't want us to grow apart and to forget what we've had. Gryffindors should hold on to each other. I hope you will accept my apology, I really regret everything."
"I accept your apology and I'm sorry too."
It came out way more easily than she had expected. In a second, Mary's expression went from honest regret to genuine happiness. Yasmina replied with a smile and both of them felt intensively relieved.
"So, how come Riddle went from "the absolute moron" to your snogging partner?"
"That's a story for another day."
"You'll have to tell me everything. I noticed you were friendly with each other. You're discreet though, I could never have imagined you were together when I saw you acting in public."
Yasmina grabbed a chocolate croissant from Mary's tray and shrugged. "I'll tell you everything you want to know. But not tonight, I'm exhausted."
"Do you want to come up? We're having a night at the tower."
"No, I gotta finish packing my things. We'll see each other tomorrow. Will Hadrian and you be joining us on the train?"
"Of course, we'll be. Thank you, Yasmina. I missed you."
And there, just like that, everything was back to normal again.
0o0o0
The Gryffindor Head girl was looking through the window at the winter landscape of Scotland. The train had left a few moments ago and was now running full speed through the country.
The door opened on Mary and Hadrian. Eve and Thomas instantly turned towards Yasmina to gauge her expression, but the concerned simply nodded and smiled. "It's okay. Mary and I talked yesterday evening. I invited them."
Mary and Hadrian took place in the remaining seats. If Mary's smile was genuine, Hadrian was looking everywhere but at the Head girl. Eve frowned and put the pack of exploding snaps away. "Wait, how come you met, last night? I thought you were supposed to spend the evening packing in your room."
"Yeah, actually Tom invited me to spend the night with his friends. I had to endure a bunch of Slytherins all evening."
"Really? I saw their group this morning. That's weird since none of them seemed injured."
"Funny, Thomas." Yasmina rolled her eyes.
Thomas, still amused, raised an eyebrow so high it almost reached his hairline. "You're telling me you spent the whole night with Riddle's friends and didn't curse any of them?"
She shrugged. "I yelled at Mulciber for being a medieval jerk, but that's all."
Her friends laughed. The Quidditch captain sneered mockingly. "That's what I thought."
Eve, who was casually ruffling through a magazine, cleared her throat. "Have you seen Theodore?"
Yasmina clearly knew that Eve wasn't as easygoing about it as she made it sound. "Yes, I did. He told me you were – refreshing."
"He's an idiot." Eve merely said, but her smile couldn't be hidden.
"He's not. His parents betrothed him a couple of years ago. He hasn't even met his fiancée yet. That's not his fault, you know it."
"Purebloods are weird," Eve muttered and Thomas vividly nodded.
"Not all pureblood are weird fanatics getting married to strangers," Hadrian commented and Yasmina had no choice but to agree with him.
"You're right. Some of the Sacred-28 families are obsessed with blood purity, which means they would prefer getting their only heir engaged to a pure stranger instead of letting them choose. The Lestranges have always been one of the most purist families."
"So why are your parents friends? I mean, we heard rumors, but I still can't understand how such different people can become friends."
Mary had asked casually, but Yasmina knew she wanted the whole story about Theodore and her. She clarified everything.
"My mother and Theodore's father have been friends for all their lives. When Theodore's mother came in, she did try to stop all this, as we, Shafiq, were borderline blood traitors. But she didn't succeed and somehow, my mom got married and they all became friends. I've known Theodore all my life, we've spent all our holidays together.
Hadrian and Mary were both purebloods. However, their families never attended any pureblood events. They were considered blood traitors since they didn't believe in the ideology of blood purity. Shafiqs were invited, even though they played on the line. Yasmina suspected that her parents' fortune had justified their presence all these years because their view on blood purity wasn't a secret. Since they weren't invited, they had never seen the Lestrange and Shafiq family interactions.
"I still can't gauge him," Mary admitted. "I mean, he can be very funny, but sometimes he's so conceited and mean. Just last week he was cursing fourth years because they were blocking a corridor."
"Yeah." Yasmina nodded. "That's why we've never been very close at Hogwarts. He can be even worse than Mulciber if he wants. But he's extremely protective of his friends and he never failed to be kind to me."
"I wouldn't want to meet his bad side."
"You'd better not see the bad side of most Slytherins," Yasmina commented without thinking. When the Head girl noticed that all her friends were staring at her, she babbled an answer. "I mean, we all know how they are, right? I wasn't talking about –"
The door of the compartment opened swiftly, stopping her mid-sentence. Speaking of the stunning devil…
"Good morning." Tom's usual polite smile followed his greeting. "Yasmina, can I talk to you outside? I believe we have some Head duties to discuss before the arrival of the train."
"Of course."
Followed by four pairs of inquisitive eyes, Yasmina got out of her compartment and walked towards the end of the train with the Head boy, a bit nervous. He opened the door of the deserted Head compartment, gallantly letting her through. "Head duties?" she inquired with a smirk.
"Of course not. I wanted to give you this."
He handed her a piece of parchment.
"What is it?"
"My address, so you'll be able to write to me during the holidays. Owls often have difficulties finding me in Muggle London. This will help it."
"Thank you." She pocketed the parchment and hesitated. "You can write to me too, you know."
"I know." Tom reached for the door and stopped mid-movement. He charmingly smiled. "See you in January, Yasmina. Have good holidays."
When she came back in her compartment, Yasmina did notice that Mary and Eve were whispering to each other excitedly, but she couldn't hear what they were saying. She sat down at her place, hoping her cheeks weren't too pink, and turned her attention back to her new book, trying to pass the time until they reached the station.
Yasmina turned a page, but Eve constant giggling made her impossible to focus on what she was reading. She had to restart reading the paragraph four times. Unexpectedly, Thomas lost patience before her after an umpteenth giggle from Eve. "Bloody Hell, girls, will you tell us what's going on?"
Both Eve and Mary turned their smiling faces towards Yasmina, implicitly asking her for her permission. The Head girl suddenly understood what was all that about. Of course. Blood rushed to her cheek, but she shrugged nonetheless.
Mary's smile widened. "I was merely telling Eve how Yasmina and I met last night. She was… rather occupied with a certain Head boy, in plain sight."
"It was after curfew! We weren't"–
Thomas interrupted her with a mocking grin. "No way! You've caught them? They've been so secretive since they started seeing each other!"
"Wait what?" Hadrian put down his sandwich, halfway eaten. "You're dating Riddle?"
"We've been seeing each other since… since the beginning of the month." Yasmina had almost said: since the pureblood soiree, but she felt it was better if she left out that detail.
"Well I get why they don't out themselves, they were both lewd as hell!" Mary turned to Yasmina. "At first, I didn't even know it was you. Since curfew had fallen, I was trying to pass incognito besides the two hormonal students snogging in the corridor, but then I lost it when realized it was the two of you. "
"Don't exaggerate. He was merely kissing me." Yasmina rectified but Mary clearly saw through her lie.
"Don't be shy now, he was all over you."
Yasmina stuck out her tongue, refusing to reply. Eve winked at her and the others chuckled. Hadrian's smile was a bit forced, but at least everybody tried to make things normal. It was almost like the past few months have never happened at all.
When Eve, Thomas, and Hadrian started another game of Exploding snaps, Mary leaned towards Yasmina. "I'm happy for you. You're good for him."
Was she really? And he, was he good for her?
How could she know?
0o0o0
"Are you still going to the orphanage for the holidays, Tom?" Rosier asked him, both his feet on the seat in front of him.
"Yes," Tom answered dryly, crossing his legs. "Dippet specially requested me to go back there one last time before my graduation. Moreover, I'm meeting Dolohov in London. I couldn't stay at the castle."
"I thought you would've stayed to enter the Chamber again."
Instantly, Lestrange, Avery, Nott, and Mulciber stopped what they were doing and attentively watched the Head boy. Tom's pupils dilated at the thought of the Chamber of Secrets and he darkly smirked: How he'd like to be inside the magnificent room of his ancestor again! Nonetheless, he couldn't risk going down there, especially since that dumb Hagrid had been expelled. It was too hazardous.
"You know I can't. Dumbledore has been closely monitoring me since fifth year. The Chamber cannot be opened again while I'm a student here."
"You should deal with Dumbledore," Avery commented and Mulciber vividly nodded. "Have you seen how much he stared at you during the exam yesterday morning? That old fool is annoying me. There must be something out there to blackmail him."
"Of course there is. I'm already working on it." His tone clearly indicated the conversation was over.
Tom's eyes dropped back on his book, but his fast working brain couldn't relax enough to read.
He was indeed working on it. He wasn't dating Yasmina Shafiq simply for the pleasure of courting a woman. His friends were really oblivious, sometimes. Only Theodore knew what was really going on. However, Theodore was so close to the girl that perhaps he wasn't that much trustworthy after all. Tom has stopped telling him about his plan when he noticed how close the two of them were. Theodore had deliberately avoided sharing this detail with him. He could never have guessed how close they really were, as they had both avoided each other for years before Halloween. He couldn't risk losing everything over a childhood friendship loyalty.
Yasmina hadn't talked to him still, but he knew it was only a matter of time until she revealed her deepest secrets. She trusted him. She simply needed to open herself a little more. Everything was going according to his plan.
Well, almost everything.
The lust was… unexpected.
Tom had never felt the slightest interest in that sort of thing. Touching or flirting has always served his quest for knowledge or power. He had always perceived lust and love as a means to distract common wizards from their true abilities. He wasn't as dumb as to fall into the trap himself. Tom was a rational, calculating man. Yet he had kissed her – more than once actually – without even planning it, almost… spontaneously.
The lust with her was real. He could feel it inside his core, clouding his senses. That greed was as seductive as dark magic.
She was all his.
Tom had seen how she ached for his touch. Her eager eyes were always drawn to him, wanting, craving. He wondered how far she would let him go. Would she allow his hands to slide under her skirt, heating her skin? That pretty mouth, always panting for him, had left him hungry for more. How he desired to hold her captive, someplace dark, where he could do everything he wanted to her. He longed to see her neck turn to blue, her skin bruising under his grip.
Tom didn't care about people, but he did care about beauty. And she was all of it.
She was all his.
The girl was also surprisingly interesting. He did appreciate her passion. That much ardor in the right places could be useful. He had to continue testing her. Perhaps she could serve him in more ways than merely one.
When the train stopped at King's Cross station, Tom was still scheming, his brain functioning at full speed. The Head boy was one of the last to get out of it, as he was in no hurry to return to Muggle London. The platform was packed with students looking for their parents. With a nonverbal spell, Tom shrunk his trunk and put it inside the muggle coat he had conjured out of thin air. He couldn't be seen wandering around London with his Hogwarts cloak.
Now to the business: Where was the girl?
The Head boy looked around and easily spotted the black frizzy hair of the Gryffindor. She was hurrying towards a young, good-looking man who had attracted her attention with big waves. Tom recognized him. He had seen him at Hogwarts a few years ago. If he recalled correctly, that man – clearly Yasmina's brother – has been a prefect in his time at Hogwarts.
The Gryffindor jumped in his arms and somehow, a wave of cold, gloomy anger filled up his senses. She had a smile on her face that she never had with him. It reminded him of the way she had interacted with Theodore the day before. He found himself staring at Yasmina and her brother for way longer than he had initially planned. Why wasn't she as comfortable – and vocal – with him as with them?
When she leaned to grab her heavy trunk, she caught his eyes. Tom's gaze deviated to her brother and took a step forward, but Yasmina slowly shook her head, preventing him from advancing.
"Too soon," she mouthed and he coldly nodded in return.
She wasn't going to decide when he would meet her family. He knew how much they meant to her. She had talked about them at length. The more her family trusted and appreciated him, the more Yasmina would open herself to him. He'd hoped to meet her parents at the station today, but there was no sign of them. Perhaps they would accompany her back here at the end of the holidays. Yet, for all he knew, she might get to the train station alone and he would have missed his only opportunity. There was no way he would let that happen.
Tom looked around. He spotted blond, shining hair near the gate. "Abraxas!" He called and the young Malfoy waited for him. Tom rejoined him with great strides. "I have something to ask of you."
The Head boy had the perfect idea to meet Yasmina's parents.
Tom Riddle did not leave anything to chance.
