Violet and Marcy grabbed their Slytherin cloaks and walked down to the common room. They sat on the couch waiting for the other Slytherins to meet them there. They decided to have breakfast at Hogsmeade. When the room began to fill they started to look for Hannah and Zachary.

"Marcy! You look amazing! More amazing than usual… I mean it's absolutely ridiculous how beautiful you are" said Hannah shaking her head smiling with amazement. Hannah and her boyfriend, Collin, were a lovely couple. He loved her and it was obvious. Violet on the other hand looked at Zachary like a parasite. They all sat around the fireplace talking about what they should do in Hogsmeade. Apparently the last trip to Hogsmeade before holidays was a big tribulation. Students prepared for it. Marcy began to drift in and out of conversation until Collin mentioned Tom.

"Yeah that Riddle kid is peculiar, don't you think? Only hanging out with the pure bloods. And they all seem to listen to him! And all the teachers…" he trailed off.

"I know. They all think he's a gift for humanity. He can't be that great. Is he even of pure blood lineage? He's probably muggle-born. I just can't get past the fact that all the amazing Slytherin families follow him around? Why him?" noted Zachary.

"He's not that bad" muttered Marcy under her breath. They all fell silent. Marcy rested her head on her hand and drifted back out of the discussion. It was only minutes after she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up into the beautiful face of Tom Riddle.

"Hello Tom" she said with a smile. "Sit, wont you?" she said offering him a seat. He sat in the arm chair across from her. He chimed into the conversation and before anyone noticed Violet and Hannah were flaunting in front of him. Marcy didn't mind. When the professor came in to alarm them all that they would be leaving everyone got excited and fled the room after her. Marcy and Tom were the last to leave. As they walked out he looked down at her, with a raised brow.

"What?" she said looking back up at him.

"What are you wearing? Why do you look so beautiful? It's just Hogsmeade…" he said in confusion. He missed the compliment he threw in there. Marcy blushed and simply answered.

"It was Violet. Apparently it's a big occasion"

Once they arrived at Hogsmeade, Tom and Marcy walked around with all of Marcy's friends. they gazed into windows and bought all sorts of sweets. Tom looked very bored. Marcy noticed and tugged on his arm.

"Tom, do you want to go to the bookstore?" she asked.

"Yes" he said with relief.

"Tom and I will be going to the bookstore. We shall meet up at the three broomsticks?" she asked. Everyone nodded in agreement. Violet swiftly whispered "Have fun. Don't hold back" and she winked. Marcy shook her head and rolled her eyes. The snow was light and beautiful against the gray sky. The wizards and witches around them were singing and the atmosphere was warm and cozy even though it was so bitterly cold around them, yet Tom still looked so unhappy.

"Tom what is wrong with you?" Marcy asked innocently. He looked down at her and laughed.

"Nothing is wrong. Why do you ask?"

"You look so unhappy. Come on have some fun! We can go and get books!" she said happily trying to make him smile.

"Okay Marcy, okay" he reached in his pocket and grabbed a hand full of shiny coins.

"You have money?" she said in surprise

"A lot of it is stolen, but some of it I earned." Then his voiced changed into complete disgust "some of it is my mother's" he spat.

"Tom, why do you hate your mother?" she asked curiously.

"You have no right to ask about my personal life Nott. It is none of your concern" he wouldn't look at her which made Marcy very frustrated.

"Oh would you stop it! You have already admitted to caring about me, so don't act like you don't!" she screamed. "I just want to help you. If you would just let me in" she pleaded. His face hardened and he closed his eyes for a second.

"Marcy, why do you even care? I'm nothing but connote to you? And you still seem to care? You haven't given up on me yet?"

"No Tom. I think you are capable of being a good person, you just choose to not be. I think all you need is someone to show that they care about you… that they love you"

"Love. Honestly Love is not real" Tom spat with pure disgust.

"Oh that's not true-"Marcy began but she was cut off.

"Really? You're the one to talk. You don't know what love is. We're both completely blind to it. Don't deny it" he said with a shake of the head.

"I know what love is!" she squealed "I Love my…" she couldn't think. What did she truly love with all her heart?

"You love nothing. We are identical that way" he said

"No. I love my father. I love him more than anyone. He is the only person that has ever showed me love"

"Forgive me, but he left you home for the holidays instead of seeing you. The next chance he gets wont be until the spring…"

"I suppose, but he tries harder than anyone else."

"What about your mother?" Tom asked opening the door into the book shop.

"She doesn't love me. she prefers my siblings actually. If there was any love towards me from her she didn't show it." Marcy said trying to hide the sadness in her voice.

"You're mother is jealous that is all" Tom said without a hint emotion

"Jealous of what?" Marcy questioned.

"You are beautiful. Everyone likes you, even you're father- Her own husband- loves you more. I'm sure she hates that." He said walking around the small shop looking at the covers of all the books.

"I suppose" Marcy said but trailed off. She was distracted. She pulled out a fictional book about love. Ironic. Tom shook his head with a small smirk.

"What? I like this author very much" she said in a matter- of- fact voice.

"You choose books with no value. No purpose"

"They make me happy, is that such a crime?" she questioned.

They sat around the book shop until the clerk got suspicious and began questioning them. they paid for their books and left. They sat in bleachers that were provided in the middle of the square and watched a group of wizards play magical instruments. A cart went around with a short little man who every few second shouted out "Butterbeer sold here! For 3 sickles!"

"would you like some?" Tom asked, but Marcy was lost on thought.

"Marcy. Marcy!"

"Oh right yes. What?" she shook her head to get out the daydreams.

"would you care for a butter beer?" Tom repeated.

"Yes thank you." She replied. Tom walked up to the trolley and asked the short man for the butter beers. Marcy patiently waited when the bench she was sitting on shifted. When she turned expecting Tom she was completely shocked to see who it was.