February 18th

Marcy sat in transfiguration pulling at the necklace. For days now she hadn't been able to take it off. She thought that this may very well be the source of the voices she was hearing. Every day it was something new. Usually Toms silky voice begging for her company, or her warm body. Either way, she always felt the urge to talk to him, but she stayed strong and didn't. it had been a little over a month since she had last spoken to him, but she felt his cool stare. She sat with Hannah and Violet at lunch, as she noticed he didn't take his eyes off of her once. He didn't even eat, just stared. As Marcy reached for her pumpkin juice she noticed it was a rather odd shade, and smelt a sweet scent. Her eyes darted to Tom, and the faintest of smiles appeared on his face. The goblet was just touching her lips, when she hurriedly placed it back on the table. What was he playing at? She walked out of the great hall into the corridor, knowing full well he was following her. she entered the abandoned classroom they were making the potion in. as he entered behind her Tom closed the door. She leaned against a desk folding her arms.

"Why would you do that Tom?"

"Excuse me?" hearing his smooth voice outside of her mind was a wonderful feeling for her. she snapped out of her daydream of him.

"You put the love potion into my pumpkin juice." He took steps towards her, as she began to breath in his scent.

"How would you know? The love potion we made has no scent."

"Yes it does you idiot. If you keep in contained for too long, it gets a cloudiness to it, and begins to have a very pungent smell." He walked towards her and raised his hand, she flinched as he slowly brought it down and stroked her cheek.

"I only wish for your heart to be mine. That is all." She moved close to him and wrapped her fingers around his white shirt pulling him closer to her. Marcy stopped once their lips were inches away from each other.

"To do that, you have to give me yours."

"I love you Marcy" she hesitated, and then realized what he was doing. She remained calm.

"Tom, saying something, and actually doing something are two different things." His hand found her hip.

"What if I mean it?" he whispered, making his mouth go closer to hers.

"You don't" she released herself from his grip and walked out of the room, as tears filled her eyes.

'What if he meant that?' she panicked glancing back at the classroom door.

'Maybe he did Marcy…'

'Don't say that!'

'Maybe, he just doesn't realize he was serious. Maybe he meant to trick you but does love you!'

'No, he is a monster with a cold heart. He's using me.' Marcy found tears running down her cheeks, but why? She knew his game; she has seen him do this with other girls, and now her. she arrived back at the great hall to her friends. It wasn't until she was back in the common room studying for the O.W.L's when she saw Brutus talking to Alice. That certainly was not a good combination of people. They both looked worried, but why? Marcy brushed it off her shoulder as she opened her book and began jotting down notes. She was the last left in the common room when she went to bed. she fell into a sleep filled with dreams, actually, nightmares. But that was nothing new. She was wakened when a hand was clasped over her mouth and a blindfold was tightly over her eyes. She could feel the pressure of a wand in her rib cage. Her limbs were weighed down with a full body- bind. She heard the large wooden doors open, and she landed in the snow. The blindfold was taken off of her, which revealed Alice bates towering over her.

The lengths people will go to for the ones they love. Sorry its so short! There should be more updates later!