A/N: Hello! This chapter is dedicated to my most loyal reviewer for this story: Locked-up lycan!
-My First Kiss-
Tom Marvolo Riddle:
Truthfully, I can only remember parts of my first kiss.
I was 16, the top of the Hogwarts food chain. The younger years feared me, the older years respected me, and I had my group of loyal followers. One of the things I prided myself in, was my uncanny ability to turn any girl into a swooning, air-headed mass of jello.
I remember this one girl, she would always try to get a rise out of me. For some reason, she hated me with a passion. I liked that, she was passionate and feisty.
One night, during Prefect patrols, she went a little too far. I pushed her against the stone wall, one hand around her slender neck, the other holding my wand, pointed towards her face.
"Stop" I hissed, watching how her eyes widened in fear and desire. I held her neck tighter, reveling in the way her body reacted to the pain. I lightly pressed my lips to hers. I pulled back, smirking when she whimpered.
"Don't start something you can't finish, my dear" And I walked off, leaving her to slide down the wall to the cold floor, her breathing heavy and audible.
Yeah, my first kiss was something.