In Class:
"I am so very proud of all of you. You've done everything I've asked and our world is a better place for it." Dorm President Riddle said in a voice that projected across the entire room. "With magic only between those of magical lineage we will purge the trash that contaminates our world. Muggle-borns? We don't need them. Our lines are long and they will continue to grow." He finished with a bow and seemingly glided back to his seat in the classroom.
"Dorm President Riddle?" Bella tried to get his attention.
"Miss Black?" Tom lifted an eyebrow in her direction.
"Do you really think that we can keep our lines pure?"
"I do. Extermination of the impurities is the only way. Do you not agree with me?"
"There are many things that you do or say that I don't agree with."
"Soon, you will see it my way." With that Tom turned back around. He smirked to himself and took a deep breath. Bella was still in shock from his last word to her. What did he mean she would see it his way? What did he know that she didn't? Bella stared out the window for the rest of the class and pondered those words, before she knew it she was facing the sunrise. "Time for bed" Bella thought to herself as a small yawn slipped out.
As Bella was walking out of the classroom she bumped into someone and fell. "Great" she thought to herself. "I am so sorry." Bella said as she looked up to see her victim, none other than Dorm President Riddle. He held out his hand to help her up, "You should be more careful, Miss Black"
"As should you."
Tom looked taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"Just because you are the dorm president doesn't mean you can talk to me anyway that you want."
"And how exactly have I disrespected you?"
"I'll be seeing things your way? What did you mean by that?"
"Just that there will be no other way to see it soon. We have to keep our magic within our blood lines. Your's, mine, the Malfoys, the Weasley's, as traitorous to our cause as they may be."
"And what makes you so sure?"
"Because I will be the head of this revolution."
Bella had not realized that they had been walking hand in hand until they reached the Moon Dormitory and the sun had almost fully risen. Tom held the door open for her. "I promise Bellatrix, you will soon see sense." Bella walked into the dorm and up to her bedroom where Tom stopped just outside the threshold of her door before taking her hand and kissing it. "Good night, B- Miss Black." Bella tried not to let him see her blush and turned her face away. "Good night, Dorm President Riddle." "Tom. You can call me Tom." He kissed her hand one more time before releasing it and letting Bella walk away.
Bella went into her bedroom, clothes the door, and plopped on the bed. "What am I doing?" She asked herself out loud. Soon she was up again and felt as though she needed a shower. Bella walked into her bathroom and started the shower. As she began to strip herself of her clothes she turned around. No one was behind her but she could have sworn that someone was standing there, watching her. Her paranoia at bay she stepped into the shower. Bella let the water run through her hair and down her body. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift away. The only thing she saw was his face. She felt his lips on her hand travel up her arm to her neck and in her mind's eye she saw his face in front of her own, leaning in, close enough to where she could feel his shallow breaths. Bella's eyes popped open. Of course she was still alone. Bella turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. "What are you doing?" she asked herself. She wasn't the only one struggling with their encounter.
"It's just a game." Tom said to himself as he paced around his own bedroom. He hadn't calculated that by playing with Bellatrix he was really playing with himself. "It's just a game." He repeated his newfound mantra. His shower was already running and his bed would be turned down by the time he got out. Once in the shower he just let his thoughts wander. "Why can't I get her out of my head?" Tom asked himself. He saw her in his third eye. Her smooth skin, her hair as wildly tamed as it may seem, the way she carried herself, Bellatrix was different. She wasn't like the other girls who threw themselves at his feet. Maybe that's what he needed. Tom notices himself becoming erect at the thought of her. "You can't be serious." Tom said to his already half-solid member. He reached down to touch it and jumped at his own sensitivity. "How can she have this effect on me?" Tom scolded himself but began to stroke slowly.
Tom breathing became ragged as he brought himself closer to his climax. Once he finished he turned off the water, got dressed for bed and called it a night. Bella had been asleep for a while. Neither one of them were prepared for the events that would take place at tomorrow's photo shoot.