The songs are up on my profile. This chapter contains a bit of different POVs. Sorry if it gets confusing.

"Thank you Tom." He sat next to her, shirtless and more gorgeous than ever before. Her eyes darted into her lap. He placed a hand under her chin lightly and forced her to look at him. His eyes were intense. A soft blue- gray. Completely dazzling and compelling. His face met hers and he kissed her softly.

"No." she chocked out but he ignored her. He pulled off her sweater, and she did not decline. She was left wearing the lacey white shirt she was wearing the day previous. His hand made its way across her stomach, and up the side of her ribs. His hand lay on her back, pulling her even closer to him. It took all of her strength to not fall into his arms. He pulled her down on top of him, as she continued to kiss him his tongue met her lower lip. He rolled over and she fell underneath his body, he kissed her harder. His left hand still under her back, his right hand made its way down to her pajama pants beginning to pull on the top of them.

"Wait, please, not now. No" she said pushing him away from her. He stopped and their faces met.

"What could possibly be the problem?" he said with impatience.

"I don't want this. Not now. Not for a while. I just can't"

"Marcy we have done this before. It is nothing out of the ordinary."

"Tom it happened once. And if you recall I was under the influence of Fire Whiskey. I am not ready for you"

He rolled off of her and leaned himself against the back of the bed. She sat up, her legs dangling off the side. Her head in her hands.

"Well, as I recall, you rather enjoyed the night we spent together." The right side of his mouth curling up into a conniving smile. He was entering her memories.

"Tom stop it!" she said throwing her hands over her ears as if that would not allow him to enter her memory. She could vividly see what he saw in her memory. He was looking at the night they had slept together from her perspective. He was snickering.

"Ah yes, I thought correct. You really enjoyed that night. Do you remember?"

"I remember what I said." She spoke quickly

"Correction. You remember what you screamed?" His smile widened as she quickly spun around to look at him.

"Stop it."

"Shall we reveal what you screamed?" he said furrowing his brow.

"No, please. I was drunk. I didn't mean it!" a wave of panic was flooding over her. He remembered. He remembered what she said to him.

"I believe it was something like 'Tom, I hate to say this but.'-"Her hand flew over his mouth to stop him. He grabbed her wrist and removed it from his mouth.

"I think I love you" satisfaction was set in his face like stone. He had won this battle of words. An obvious victory. Marcys' head was held low at her brutal loss. He knew how she felt about him., she was aware he would use her in every way he could.

"I said think. It is quite obvious I thought wrong. I could never love you. I am the only person that cares about you, and this is how you treat me. I try my hardest to gain genuine affection from you, and you become this pig. I want to make you happy so I get you presents, and you hit me. I refuse to have sex with you again, so you dangle over my head the fact that, while drunk on Fire Whiskey, I told you I love you. " She stood and left his room. Her heart sank. He was a monster, a horrible monster that used everyone he could.

….

For the first time Tom felt he lost. Her words dug into him like knives, and he felt them eating away at him. But also anger.

'How dare she call me a pig?' he thought to himself.

'you were acting like one. She cares about you' a smaller voice crept into his thoughts

'It's not my fault! She so beautiful. I just want her. I crave for her to love me.'

'so then you must love her!'

'I don't know how. I just can't. love is for the weak. Fools love'

'are you calling her a fool?'

'she is a fool!'

'Why is she a fool?'

'She trusts me…'

'you are the fool'

'You aren't real!'

'I am your conscience Tom'

'you serve little purpose'

'Don't take me for granted like you take her for granted, just admit it: you care about her'

'Shut it!'

Tom fell into a sea of thoughts. Ever since he found out about Brutus, Tom had been thinking about it. He could see visions of him raping her. But that was truly his own fault. He was the one that just had to look into her memory and see it, not only see it but hear it too. He could hear her pleading voice, calling his name over and over, begging for safety. He could see Brutus pulling her hair and the tears that stained her beautiful face. He could almost taste the fear that she was feeling. The pain that she felt. He would see this over and over running through his mind. Her strained hands and her desperate fight against Brutus. Her small body trapped under his. But the screaming was the worst for Tom. How did it not wake him? It was his own name she was calling, and that only made Brutus angrier. The screaming, the yelling, the whimpering. It was all too much to handle.

'Why do I even care!'

'Love Tom'

'Love? Ha! Never'

'Yes Tom.'

'No, she is mine that is plain and simple, she is mine and no one else's. I'll be there next time, I'll protect her next time'

'Tom are you going soft for the girl?'

Tom couldn't answer himself, he had unconsciously decided to go find Marcy.

…

Marcy heard the pitter-patter of small feet and collided with Angelina. But it was not a collision. Angelinas' arms were wrapped Marcys' waist.

"Thank you Marcy" a single tear was running down her cheek.

"You're welcome, did you enjoy the sweets?" she said smiling down at her.

"Yes they were wonderful. I didn't get you anything. I am very sorry"

"No Angelina It's fine. Do you want to go to breakfast together?"

"With you?" she said pointing a small finger at Marcy, staring in amazement. Marcy began to speak when she was interrupted.

"And me." Tom was standing in the doorway, still with no shirt on, leaning against the stone wall. Marcy rolled her eyes.

"Not more confrontation with you?"

"Oh don't be like that my sweet." he drifted closer to her.

"Hey Angelina, how about you go get dressed real fast and we can get going?" Angelina pranced away into her room and quietly shut the door. Marcy shuddered at Toms bare chest.

"Go put a shirt on."

"I was actually going to say the same to you." He stated as he stared openly at her chest. The shirt was meant to go under a dress. It was considered un-classy for a girl in the 1940s. She crossed her arms over her chest, and shrunk away from him.

"When you are done changing wait for me Marcy" he called as he went back to his room.

"I have a feeling you will be done before me."

Today was different for Marcy and Toms relationship. She always loathed Tom, but she was more disgusted by him than anything. He had this new swagger about himself that she hated, and it unfortunately reminded her of Brutus.

'This relationship isn't good Marcy.' A voice echoed in the back of her mind 'his friends hate you, he is not good for you. You have too much potential, why would you waste your heart on a connote boy?'

The voice made sense to her. What was the point? He was evil…

'But he is the only boy who has ever had some ground of respect for me'

'He hit you Marcy'

'I deserved it…'

'Don't make excuses for that slime!'

"Am I arguing with myself?" she questioned as she, Angelina and Tom walked to the great hall.

"Yes you are." Tom looked down and winked at her.

"don't read my thoughts. I thought you were done with that?"

"No, you arguing with yourself is so very amusing."

They entered the great hall, and sat at the Slytherin table, there was twelve students left at Hogwarts, unless someone was choosing to skip breakfast. Angelina talked to Marcy, and tried to make conversation with Tom, but he would ignore her.

"Tom?" Marcy said sweetly.

"Yes my dear?"

"This morning were you trying to seduce me?"

"If that is what you would wish to call it, then yes I suppose I was."

"So you admit to wanting me?" she retorted slowly.

"Hmm, yes, but only because you refuse me."

"Right. Anyway, if you would really like to bring me into your bed, maybe you shouldn't be so rude to an innocent little girl?" Tom picked up on what she was saying and began to make small talk with Angelina. He talked to her about her favorite class and actually acted as if he cared.

'Am I manipulating him?'

"No you most certainly are not" Tom whispered in her ear. Marcy hated his mind reading ability. Marcy spent most of her time in the library with Tom. She actually spent most of the holidays with Tom. Since Marcy and Tom were the oldest students in the school professor Dippet allowed them to take a small two hour field trip to Hogsmeade that Wednesday.

"I can't believe he is allowing us to leave" she spoke out casually.

"I am sure he had a hard time rejecting our demands when your breasts were overexposed." Tom said eyeing her chest and laughing.

"You're a pig." She said, quickly pulling up her shirt.

"I wouldn't seem like one if you stopped being so distant."

"just because I won't sleep with you, does not mean I am being distant."

His hand shot up as if to silence her. "Never mind, we have work to do. The potion should be ready soon. We need to prepare it."

They walked to the empty classroom that the potion was in, to see if it made any progress. It had. The entire room smelt of roses and apples. The potion was a silvery color. And it was stirring itself. Marcy looked over at Tom. She walked over to him until they were only inches apart. His hand slipped around her back, and he pulled her closer to him. Her mind was fogging, she couldn't think clearly. She heard his voice in her head.

'Come to me, Marcy. Be with me. love me. forever be mine'

She was positive it was his voice. When she snapped from the haze she realized his lips were resting on her temple. She backed away.

"I have to leave. Just take the potion off of the burner. Allow it to stoop, and then fill it into the jars. When it turns clear, it is ready for consumption." She hastily walked out of the classroom. Her suspicions were high for Tom Riddle. He could practically control her thoughts, feelings. Her actions. The things he could make her do… she shuddered at the thought. How did he gain so much power over her? the necklace. She took it off and placed it in her pocket. Once she arrived to her dorm she threw it into the drawer of the side table. She then felt dizzy. The room was spinning. She landed on her bed into a dreamless sleep. She woke up the next morning in a haze. What happened to her?

'No more Tom, Marcy. He's no good.' The small voice in the back of her head spoke.

'Shh my precious, my sweet.' his voice. He was imprinted within her mind. She was going crazy. The small voice spoke once more.

'No more, Marcy. No more.' It had been settled. That was the last of Tom Riddle. He created too much pain for her. she would find somewhere to hide from him. Somewhere to escape the madness that dwelled within him. He was dangerous, and she was scared.