Hello! Well, this chapter is sort of just a filler with little relevancy, so don't get your hopes up, but hey, maybe some of you will like it. Anyway, I have been watching a lot of teen dramas, so I am truly sorry if it gets a little dramatic. Also, the story is written in advance to me posting them so I'm telling my readers now, things are getting pretty intense in Hogwarts at the moment, between Marcy, Tom, Brutus, the Blacks, and Alice. So keep on reading and tell me if you get confused. Remember reviews help SO much

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The orange sunlight appeared through the window, and woke Marcy up. She had a pounding headache and there was a ringing in her ear. She looked over at the body that was still asleep. She rolled over next to him and put her body against his. His warmth was consoling. Tom began to stir at the sudden movement. He rolled over and looked at Marcy. Their eyes locked, and then widened. They recoiled and jumped off the bed. The white cottony sheet was wrapped around her and she was holding it to her chest. He on the other hand was still wearing his undergarments. They stared wide eyed at each other with blank expressions.

"We-"Marcy began

"Don't say it. Maybe nothing happened."

Marcy bit her lip. She swallowed hard and thought of something that would maybe reassure her that nothing happened. But she remembered the entire night all too well. She remembered everything she had done. Her hand flew to her mouth and tears formed in her eyes.

"Oh no. no! no, no, no" she whimpered as she sank to the ground. She shifted her knees up and buried her face into them. After a moment of silence the door creaked open. Violet and Hannah poked their heads in. a smile spread across their faces as she looked back and forth between the two of them.

"And you two aren't together, huh?" said Hannah with a sly grin.

"Get out!" Marcy screamed pointing a finger at them. They scampered away, when only seconds later Lucretia walked in

"Oh, you two." She said with distaste. Her head then shot up to Tom "Forgive me." and she backed out of the room. Tom threw a pile of clothes in Marcys' direction.

"Get dressed, and then I suppose we can talk." Marcy grabbed the clothes and slipped them on. It was one of Violets casual dresses. White with large blue flowers on it, and very tight around the waist. He slipped on his pants and shirt and lay back down on the bed.

"What are you doing?" she spoke from the corner of the room where she was getting dressed.

"You don't have a pounding headache?" he said putting his hand over his eyes. Marcy then realized the pain that was shooting through her skull. She lay down next to Tom.

"What did we do? What did I do?" she said rubbing her forehead. "You." She shot her head to look at him far too fast and a wave of sickness came over her. "You took advantage of me. I was drunk, I didn't know this was going to happen. You, you weren't drunk at all!" she squealed.

"Yes I was! We were both drunk Marcy there is nothing we can do about the events that took place last night." He said reassuringly.

"The things I did with other boys. The things I did with you! I am such a disappointment. What would my mother say? What would my father say!"

"Marcy calm down. We have gotten physical before haven't we? This is nothing unusual." He said swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"Tom we have kissed. Once. That is all. We have never…slept together" the swallowed hard. They both shivered recalling the whole thing.

"Oh calm down, It's not like you lost your virginity Marcy." He said with a wave of his hand.

"Oh really? You know very little about me. Tom, I don't expect you to marry me after this little… get together, but you could at least act a tad sympathetic towards my feelings" she said with rage.

"I didn't do anything wrong! How do you think I feel about this? You think I wanted to sleep with… you"

"Actually Tom, I know you wanted to sleep with me." she said giving a half smile.

"Wh-What do you mean! I have never even thought about getting into the same bed as you."

"Oh come now Tom. Your cronies don't really keep everything to themselves. That Macnair fellow told Hannah about your wild parties and how you always ended up with a new girl. Hannah, Violet and I got curious on the matter. We decided to listen in on your conversations. I believe it was the middle of our fourth year when-" Tom cut her off.

"Stop." He said harshly. But she continued.

"When you announced that I will be the next girl you would go after. And how badly Tom Riddle would love to maneuver me into his sheets. I was your chase."

"I only wanted you because you were one of the only girls left. Don't flatter yourself" he said harshly.

"I would believe that Tom, but when Avery asked if he could 'test me out', you got quite irritated at him. Just admit it Tom, you have had feelings for me, for ages." She crossed her arms in satisfaction. He quickly leaned himself over her and stared into her face, expressionless.

"As if you haven't thought about me. don't deny that you have daydreamed about me." she nonchalantly rolled her eyes.

"Get off of me." she put her hands on his chest as if to push him away but he didn't move. He looked at her. stared at her, with no movement or sound. She stared back, as her hands rested on his chest. His hand slowly ran down the side of her body until it was under her lower back.

"Tom, please." She said in 'not now' sort of voice. He shook his head and kissed her. Of course she kissed back, honestly this was Tom Riddle, and what was she supposed to do? Push him away harshly and sulk? No she kissed back.

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