"No, I think I'll stay here." She said laughing and beginning to walk away. He grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around.
"I said we are leaving, and that is precisely what we shall do. Come." And he began to unwillingly pull her out of the bar. She fought against him trying to pull herself away.
"Brutus let go!" she wailed but he only laughed and proceeded to pull her out of the bar. Brutus' hand flew up and smashed Marcy in the face, tears forming in her eyes. Again he hit her until she was curled up in the snow. When Marcy thought no one was going to come and help her, Brutus stopped pulling. Tom was in his way.
"Brutus let go of Marcy" he said calmly. Brutus scoffed.
"Get out of my way Riddle." And he pushed him to the side. Tom placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him. Brutus' hand left Marcys' wrist, curled to a fist and swung up to Toms face, hitting him in the right cheek. Tom stumbled backward but threw the next punch without a thought. Marcy gasped and stumbled out of their way, her hands covering her mouth. They were fighting with fists, a wand was never drawn and blood was everywhere. Tom was on top of Brutus repeatedly hitting him in the face. Blow after blow Brutus lay still. Orion ran over and grabbed Toms hand.
"He's done Tom. He's done, you won." He said breathlessly. Tom stood up and grabbed Marcys forearm. He wouldn't look at her, he calmly pulled her up and led her back into the bar. She was dizzy and nauseous. She sat on the chair, cradling the side of her face with the large bruise and welt that was forming on it. Tom came over with two, small dish towels. He sat next to her. carefully, he pulled her face up to his and began to rub away any remaining blood that was on her.
"Your lip is bleeding" he said quietly.
"So is yours." She responded quickly.
He was very careful with her. his warm touch felt so nice her hcold snow covered face, as his soft hands caressed her, she felt complete happiness fill her .To Tom, she was something fragile, something not to be played with. Untouchable. He never felt the feeling before, he was protective of her. He even cared for her. But the thought alone made him shudder. No, he of all people could not feel, not him. But still he looked after her. When her face was cleaned up and her hair was neat once more, he scrubbed his face vigorously, so all the blood came off. When he was done he looked over and found that Marcy had fallen asleep. He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. He walked over to awaken her.
"Marcy. Marcy!" he said shaking her awake.
"Yes?" she said sleepily.
"Wake up, we're going back to Hogwarts." He said roughly. Marcy didn't move, and her eyes were barely open. He saw her for a mere second, as a child. Small and helpless. Weak. But he noticed whenever he looked at a person that way, he usually felt the need to destroy them. Not her, Not Marcy Nott. She was different something that needed protection. Something he needed to protect. The feeling made him fill with anger. He pulled her up off of the bench. She muttered something under her breath.
"My bag, please, get my bag." He looked over and saw the small black bag on her seat. He grabbed it and noticed it was quite heavy. He shoved it into her hands. They walked out together into the cold streets of Hogsmeade and up the hill towards Hogwarts. She stumbled and fell multiple times. By the third time her put one arm under his knee and the other under her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and nestled her head into his shoulder. He carried her with ease. She was small and weighed very little. He glided up the steps and hissed the password to the common room. She was asleep in his arms. He brought her to her bed and lay her down. She groaned and rolled over. For minutes he watched her restless sleep. Her eyes began to flutter open and she saw Tom. Slowly she stood so the backs of her knees were against the edge of the bed. She stared at him for a moment and walked over to her trunk. She unzipped her dress, and kicked off her shoes. Wearing only her white lacey bra and small white underwear she walked over and lay back down on her bed. Tom stood staring at her. she began to fall back asleep when she suddenly spoke, her eyes still closed.
"Tom. Come here." And she waved her hand, signaling for him to come over.
"What Marcy?" he said, with irritation rising in his voice.
"Sit please." She said. She sat up next to him, putting her hands on either side of his face, she kissed him softly, but became more harsh. Tom removed his jacket and shirt. But breathlessly he spoke.
"I can't do this to you. I cannot take advantage of you like this." She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"No, I give you my full permission." She said, and he pushed her onto her back. He bent over her and kissed her. he kissed her everywhere. His lips soon met her neck and she let out a small whimper. Her back arched as her kissed her and their bare stomachs met each other.
"Marcy, I don't want to hurt you…" he began.
"No Tom, no. I am ready. It's okay, please, It's okay." He gave a little laugh. A look of confusion spread over her face.
"Usually I don't try to UN-convince the girls I sleep with."
Marcy laughed and pulled him on top of her. He looked at her with fierceness in his eyes. It was as if they were on fire. She nodded and let in a deep breath. She closed her eyes, and allowed him to enter her. She gasped and arched her back even more. She let out a small groan, and wrapped both of her arms around his back, digging her nails into his soft skin. He kissed her passionately and took great care of her. She wasn't used to this. She was used to being hit and being put under the Imperious curse. She was used to rude comments and sneers. Tom was different; he seemed to genuinely care about how she felt. She fell asleep in his arms that night, but she simply couldn't sleep. She could only think about what he had said about love. She glanced over at his sleeping face.
'He does not feel love, Marcy. Only lust. Never forget that'