The Slytherin's cheer. Another goal for them. Obviously not because they have put in a lot of time and effort into it. Come on! They are Slytherin's. The main reason why they win is because of their dirty playing and of course Tom Riddle hexing the Gryffindor players. He doesn't see the point of Quidditch but it is the little victories that make Slytherin proud. The teachers are all to blind to see him shouting incantations on top of the frequent outbursts of celebration coming from all around him. Johanna is a seeker on the Slytherin team. She keeps a firm eye on the Gryffindor seeker. She isn't like her other team members; she likes winning because of the effort she has put in. Not because she 'accidentally' knocks some one of their broom or because she has asked one of her friends to hex and curse the Gryffindor players. She sees the golden ball drop toward the ground, she dives to get it. She squeezes it in the palm of her hand, as if she is squeezing for dear life. As soon as everyone realises what has happened, a sea of green and silver erupts in cheers. All except for Tom. He neither cheers nor boos. He just stares at her, he stares at Johanna. How does she do that to him? How does she make him worry about when the last time he had washed his hair? And whether his robes are creased? How does she make him want to look at her and never remove his eyes? Tom has never felt this way before. Perhaps…no! He can't be….in love?
The Slytherin's are 'partying like purebloods'. Heavy rock music, alcohol and a winning team. What more could Tom want? Definitely not Dolores Umbridge, an ugly girl who is disliked by nearly the whole of Slytherin.
"Tom? Would you like to tutor"- Tom waves her away grumpily. He despises her. She gives up and leaves. Why does he have the attention of so many other girls when he simply wants the attention of one? He sighs. He doesn't want to admit he is in love with her. His mother was in love and look at how she ended up. Love makes you week in his eyes. He didn't mean to fall in love with her. It just sort of happened. One day he just started to notice her more. The way she only eats soggy cornflakes or the fact that she wakes up at two o'clock in the morning to jog like a common muggle [obviously hidden from her Slytherin friends or that she always seems to be there, the one he can see, the only one he has eyes for. He loves the way her hair bounces when she walks and the way it shines in the sun. In fact, he sits awake trying to find a fault. But he can't. He simply cant, he even likes it when she jogs. He has only been in 'love' with her for about two days. Already he feels he knows everything about her. But there is so much about him she doesn't know. The music stops. Professor Dumbledore walks in a smile on his face.
"I see we are all celebrating." Tom hates the man. He is the only one of his teachers he has never been able to charm. The rest are all silly fools. For some reason Tom admires him, he will never say it of course! The mud-blood loving old git. He walks towards Tom.
"May I have a word with you?" As much as he hates it, Tom needs to respect the rules, for now. They both go to his office. Not as big as the Headmasters but it is quite big. He motions for Tom to sit.
"You know about the reason the old head girl left?" Tom smirks.
"How could I not?" Of course she hadn't left at her own will. Tom had imperioused her, he was getting bored of her constant nagging.
"I know I am not your head of house but I have chosen a new head girl." Tom knew that he would eventually be put with some other weirdo. "Johanna Borgin." The name makes Tom smile. He can't help it, he looks like and idiot with a fat grin on his face.
"I'm glad to see you are happy about it Tom. She had already moved into your separate chambers."