Today was apparently the first time that Kaitlyn had disappeared that Tom might not be able to find her. Though it probably didn't help that he had continued the meeting after she had stormed out. He had to show that he was still the boss, and wouldn't go running after some girl.

But apparently to his subjects, she was not just some girl. She was the girl that brought Bellatrix to screaming tears without saying a word or holding a wand. She was the girl that suddenly appeared and took control. She was the terrifyingly powerful girl that had won the acceptance of the Dark lord. She was the girl that kissed the great and powerful Lord Voldemort and lived.

Kaitlyn had done much more than prove herself to his subjects, just as Tom thought she would. Though, not in that way. Not in that way at all. Which meant he had to talk to her immediatly.

Which he was not going to be able to do if he did not find the damn girl!

"Kaitlyn, where are you!" He yelled, looking just as irritated as he looked.

"What?!"

Tom turned to see Kaitlyn standing in the hall, glaring at him. Her blue eyes looked positively terrifying, yet beautiful. Anger and magic was practically rolling off of the girl as her glare intensified.

Tom no longer cared what he was doing. Both the magic and the girl were tantalizing and beautiful. He wanted it. He wanted them both. And he felt the need to get retribution for her kissing him in front of his subjects then just leaving him there. He felt the need to mark the girl and her magic as his own. That way no one else would dare touch what was his.

He suddenly stepped forward, apparently surprising her, as he basically walked her into a wall. He put his hands on the wall next to her arms, to block from leaving. He leaned down, getting closer to her, close enough to feel her breath on his lips.

She looked him in the eyes, looking unsure and a little scared. Her anger disappeared from her, but her magic was still surrounding the two. Her eyes were wide and looked to his lips before going back to his eyes. He smirked, he couldn't help it.

"T-Tom?" She spoke weakly.

And he kissed her. Pushing his magic out, and allowing it to tangle with hers, he tried to make it submit. Kaitlyn melted into the kiss, but feeling the magic fighting around her, didn't submit either. She pushed back, hopefully surprising the man kissing her. Though it seemed the two were equals in magical strength, neither winning or loosing.

Tom pushed as much power as he could, at least holding her magic down. Which caused Kaitlyn to gasp. Tom, always being one to take the chance, used the opportunity to his advantage, and deepened the kiss. So, now the magic wasn't the only one fighting.

Kaitlyn was the first one to pull back, gasping in breath. She looked at Tom in surprise, before blushing and ducking under his arm, only to run away.

Tom smirked again. That wasn't what he had expected to happen, the kiss or what happened at the end of it. But he could tell that something good would be happening soon.

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Tom found her again. This time she was sitting on the floor of the library, staring at nothing. She was surprsied, and didn't understand at the moment. But, Tom understood everything. Kaitlyn was his, even if she didn't realize it yet.

"Kaitlyn, that looks uncomfortable. Wouldn't you rather come sit in one of the chairs in my study and have some tea with me. Then we could probably shed some light on a few things." Tom said from behind her, chuckling when he watched her jump.

"Tom!" She said jumpily, "What d-did I say about sneaking up behind someone." She mumbled the last part quietly, but took the hand that Tom offered her. Though, she did continue to look at him like he was going to attack her.

"I'm not going to hurt you Kaitlyn, I believe we already established that." He chuckled again when she narrowed her eyes at him.

He quickly led the girl to his study, planning on explaining to her what happened. She deserved to know what was happening, didn't she? He smirked as he walked, knowing the girl was confused and just following behind him.

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Tom sat and watched Kaitlyn shakily drink her tea. Her blue eyes watching him over the rim of the cup. Sitting her teacup back down, her stare intensified, her eyes seeming to darken.

"I want you to tell me something, and only that something. Understand?" Kaitlyn asked, her magical flaring out dangerously.

"Of course." He raised an eyebrow and motioned for her to speak, which only caused her to glare.

"What the fuck was up with that kiss?" She asked, spitting out the words like they disgusted her.

"Aw, Kaitlyn, you wound me." He put on the fake act, as if he were injured, then it turned into an almost cruel grin, "As if you didn't enjoy it Kaitlyn, don't even try to act like it. And, not to mention I could be asking you the same question. What was with the kiss in front of my subjects, and then just leaving me there."

Her glare just got darker, " Subjects? What are you, some sort of king? And you would call that disgusting, bitch of a child a subject? You're lower than I thought you were. And, I thought you were the one that wanted me to prove myself in front of them? Were you not?"

Tom could say he was surprised when she shot his words back at him, but he certainly did not let it show. "I'm a lord. I'm sure you heard it at the meeting. And I had to let you prove yourself. Otherwise they would see you nothing more than low-life scum."

"Oh I had to prove myself or they would think I was like you?" She replied sweetly, grinning.

He sneered at the girl across from him, "Don't forget that you are like me. Our magic seems very similar. Tell me why that is?"

"That's because both of our cores are strong. They almost match." Her eyes got distant for a moment, "Like in a book I read. . ." Then she returned to glare at Tom, "But, what difference should that make?"

Tom smirked. This girl. . . She was like a precious magic gem. Very precious. He couldn't help but think of sending her to a magic school though. She needed the training, if she was going to be his as he knew she would be. Sadly he couldn't send her to Hogwarts. He wouldn't put something so precious where the old man could just reach out and grab it. Oh no. Never Hogwarts until he had captured it.

He could train her himself, he thought. It was an appealing idea, the thought getting better and better. Just when he was deciding how to bring up that subject, he realized he had zoned out. Kaitlyn was now right in front of his face, snapping at him.

"Hello in there? Anyone home? Tom if this is a way to try to kiss me again, I swear to-" Kaitlyn stopped when she realized he was chuckling. She backed away, staring at him as if he was insane.

"Kaitlyn. You are amazing."