She decides to take the rest of the day of. No one would ask and if they do she would just tell them she is ill. She lies down on the sofa, looking around the common room. So green. All she can think. The common room is green. Having the rest of the day of isn't as fun as she had thought it would be. She hugs the soft pillow.
"Evil, why is Tom so….evil?" She asks her self in a whisper. She closes her eyes and drifts of into a dreamless sleep. It's weird, she has stopped having dreams. She doesn't know why but prefers it. Most of her dreams scare her. There is a man, with grey hair which was once blonde, and a woman with green eyes. The same green eyes as her and the same brown hair to. They argue, he points his wand at her and says two words. The same two words which steal a life. She falls to the ground, no life in her. It is then that she awakes from the same dream she always has. The same dream which she dreads having. She feels childish to be afraid of sleeping. But she is. Someone walks into the common room; quickly she picks up her book, covering her face with it.
"Johanna?" Comes Tom's voice. For the first time with a note of worry and fear. She ignores him as he sits down next to her.
"I'm-I erm-I'm…..I am sorry." Still she says nothing, just turns the unread page. Tom doesn't know what else to do. So he decides to annoy her, maybe that will get her attention?
"I hate the way you always read!" She steals a glance at him. He is looking at her intently, studying her facial expression.
"And I hate your hair, it's like a poodle has been attached to your head." He doesn't mean it. There is nothing wrong with her hair. He just wishes for her to respond.
"Actually" She says looking up from her book "Riley says he loves my hair."
"He only says that because you're….you know."
"No Tom. I'm afraid I don't."
"You know, you're….nice."
"Nice? What do you mean by nice?"
"Kind of…pretty."
"Pretty?" She enjoys making him feel uncomfortable.
"Beautiful."
"You think I'm beautiful?"
"No! I just think you're a bit….attractive."
"A bit?"
"Yeah. Your not as pretty as you think!"
"I never said I am!"
"You think you are. I never said you said you are. See what you said?"
"What?"
"You know." Tom obviously doesn't know what he is saying. He can't really remember what he has just said. He feels weak. Like a puppy that is forced to do tricks against his own will. "You have basically tortured me. Forgive me, please."
"Why does it matter so much to you? Who cares whether I forgive you or not? You act as if it is the most important thing."
Once again Tom has nothing to say. He stares at his interesting feet. He gets up and goes to his dormitory. Johanna smirks. Tom Riddle thinks she is pretty. She has only ever had one boyfriend, and that was Riley. She had to hide it from her grandmother who would greatly disapprove. She believed that boy's would distract her. On-top of that he is a half-blood; she can just hear what her grandmother would say. 'A boy? A half-blood? Have I taught you nothing Johanna? You are the daughter of the greatest dark lord ever to have set foot in this mud-blood infested world!' She smiles. "Can you see me grandmother?" She asks the common room ceiling "Are you smiling at me, or are you frowning?"