Hello again! I have safely made the trip from New York to Italy! The only thing is that in the hotel I am currently staying in, I have to pay for wifi. Anyway, I am still writing whenever I can, but for now this is all I have. I will be making chapter longer but I will be updating less. So enjoy this one and I will hopefully be able to update very soon! And by the way to whoever keeps anonymously reviewing and then deleting it asking for my age I'm 14 so you can stop asking ;)

The days passed, slowly with no one to talk to. It seemed that everyone avoided her, except Violet. She had almost every class with Tom, which made it harder for her to forget about him. he didn't look at her, she didn't look at him. Marcy knew she was always on his mind, she could just see his thoughts about her. Marcy later began to go to dinner and sit by herself reading a book at the end of the table. Living, as if she was holding onto nothing, was the new normal for herself.

December 1st

Marcy had a new reputation at school. She was the psychotic, girl that you should simply stay away from, she's bad news. Marcy didn't like it very much, and soon began to just blend in with the crowd. She stopped the drinking, studied every chance she had, but still, never spoke a word to anyone but Violet. It was in between Divination and Ancient Runes, when Marcy heard a group of girls to her right giggling, she heard one of them speak her name and Marcy slowly turned on her heel. To her surprise it was none other than Skylar Parkley.

"Oh, why hello Marcy." Skylar said with bitterness.

"What do you want Skylar? Have something you wish to tell me?"

"No, nothing at all." Marcy began to walk away when she heard Skylar whisper to one of her friends "Nothing except, the fact that she's nothing but a common whore"

"What did you just say?" Marcy screamed dropping her books and violently approaching the three girls. When Skylar looked startled and didn't know what to say, Marcy became even more furious.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Marcy said grabbing Skylar by the roots of her hair and pulling her downwards.

"You are barbaric! You are disgusting and mental! We all know what you do with those boys Marcy! First Brutus Malfoy, then Tom Riddle and now it's any boy! You're low, Marcy Nott and I have little respect for you." Marcy backed Skylar into a wall, pointing her index finger straight at her face.

"Don't think for one second I don't know why you hate me. You're jealous, and everyone knows it. You're jealous, I'm in Slytherin. You're jealous that your own mother marvels over me, while you try your best to impress her with your brains. Face it, you're nothing, and I am everything you want to be. But don't pretend you know a thing about me because you don't! You know nothing about me, I would trade lives with you in a heartbeat!" Marcy screamed angrily, with her face only inches away from Skylars' "Leave me alone Skylar!"

"How dare you say that to me! I am anything but jealous!" Skylar said slapping Marcy across the face, throwing Marcy to the floor. Even though Marcy had a much smaller frame than Skylar, she didn't hesitate to pounce on her once she regained her footing. She punched and kicked, until Skylar was on her back, trying to claw at Marcys face. Marcy then, felt hands wrap around her waist and thigh, prying her off of Skylar.

"Get off! Let me go!" Marcy screamed, writhing her way out of the hold that was on her, and lunging at Skylar once more. Again, she felt someone grab her and pull her away down the corridor until she was about fifty feet away from Skylars bloody body.

"Let go! Put me down! Tom put me down!" she screamed, with tears filling up in her eyes.

"Tom? Tom who?" the voice spoke back at her. she was alarmed when she found it wasn't Tom and someone entirely different. It was a boy, but certainly not Tom. When she was placed on the steps, she looked up into the gray eyes, of an auburn haired boy.

"Hi, I'm Gregory Abbott." He said smiling and holding out his hand.

"I'm Marcy Nott. Thank you for… uh, stopping my unruly behavior." She said smoothing out her hair.

"The pleasure was all mine, truly." He said showing off his dazzling white teeth. She laughed and examined his robes, noticing his Black and Yellow, tie and crest.

"Hufflepuff?" she said raising an eyebrow "Aren't Hufflepuffs known for being nice, and loyal and fair?"

"Yes, Slytherin I see. Aren't Slytherins known for being, cunning and clever, masochistic and evil?" he said sarcastically, leaning back on the step.

"Yes, I suppose with both live up to our house criteria."

"Well, you certainly don't. I have seen you around before. You don't seem so bad to me."

"You just witnessed me practically rip an artery out of a girl, and you're saying I am not masochistic or evil? I suppose you haven't exactly heard the rumors…" she said with sadness in her voice.

"I have heard them, but I never believed them. I can't judge someone who I have never talked too. Besides I never really liked Skylar." He paused and looked at her. "You don't seem mental or psychotic…"

"Oh well that part is true." She said trying to make light of the topic and letting out a small laugh. Out of her peripheral vision she saw someone walk by. Tom. She jumped up and looked at him.

"Get away Tom! Leave me alone! I know exactly what you're doing!" she accused.

"Marcy, I am simply walking by." He argued.

"Six months, you promised! You're spying on me." she said through gritted teeth.

"Fine, I'll go. But the whole time your with him, you'll just be wishing it was me." Tom said, casually walking down the corridor, with his hands in his pocket. Marcy stood and watched him go. She hated how he was always right. It had been months since she had heard his voice, and she loved the smoothness of it. She needed to win this bet or he would have her for good.

"Did I miss something of relevancy?" Gregory said standing up, and pocketing his hands.

"You missed a lot actually." She said turning to walk away.

"Well, it was nice meeting you." he called after her.

"thank you for not allowing me, to kill Skylar. I really do appreciate that." She hesitated a moment "You're in a lot of my classes aren't you?"

"About six of them. Why do you ask?"

"Sit with me. I could use the company." Marcy then smiled and walked away.

Gregory sat with everyday, in every class he could. Marcy wasn't used to the way he treated her. he made her laugh, he never yelled at her. He didn't insult her when she was wrong. He actually talked to her. Talked. He wasn't pushy with physical contact and that was exactly what Marcy always wanted. To be loved unconditionally without. They were walking to class together, talking about their families. For a moment the talking stopped and he looked down at her.

"Marcy? Please don't get mad, but I was wondering if I could kiss you."

"Really? Sure-" she began but he cut her off.

"Don't feel pressured. It's just we've been hanging out for almost a month now, and I really like you. I think you're the nicest person I've ever met, and you know, people ask me if we're dating and I would love to say yes, but it's okay if you don't feel the same way. I just was wondering if I could kiss you" he said finally stopping at the edge of the hall way and half smiling at her. Marcy gave him a huge smile and she nodded at him. without another word he leaned down and gently kissed her. butterflies shot through her stomach. It was one of the best feelings. It was nothing like Tom or Brutus. It was soft and warm and sweet. He backed away and smiled shyly. Without word they began to walk down the hallway to the Divination class when she saw Tom, hurriedly walk passed her. Perfect she though he saw us kiss.

January

Marcy hadn't realized how fast the months passed. No matter what she tried, she still hand an undying love for Tom riddle. It was only a few more days , and then he would win. As he always does and she would be his. Marcy would belong to him, and it was only a matter of time. But for now, she kept playing with Tom like a puppet. She enjoyed every moment of it. She would hug and flirt and kiss Gregory Abbott, and she would always make sure they were together when Tom was around. She could see how upset he would get, it was so simple for her. Marcy woke up on the 25th of January, in a fairly good mood, even if January would be over soon, and she would belong to Tom. She got dressed and made her way down the stone steps into the common room, where she saw Brutus sleeping on the couch, still dressed from the day before. Quite odd but it didn't bother her so much. In the Great Hall she sat with Violet, but Gregory never showed up. She was rather fond of Gregory, and he was usually never late. She could see the glare from up the long table Tom was giving her. she mouthed "6 more days". With that Tom rolled his eyes and began to eat his breakfast. She couldn't help but worry about Gregory…

Gregory Abbott did not show up for any classes that day. He actually didn't show up for three days, which made Marcy worry even more. But who would hurt him? He was one of the nicest kids Marcy had ever met. He always helped her with work, he made her laugh. The best part was he has pure- blood lineage. Marcy was drawn to him, because of how he treated her, but not the way she was drawn to Tom. Gregory didn't break the feelings Marcy had for Tom, he simply grew over her feelings for Tom with his own.

"Violet, do you know where Gregory has been off to?" Marcy questioned.

"I heard her got terribly sick. Completely out of the blue! Poor guy is in the hospital wing." Marcy found herself becoming worried for him and she ran to the hospital wing. She saw his body lying motionless on the white bed. he was a pasty color, and was breathing slowly. He looked like death.

"Gregory? Greg?" she said sitting next to his bed. "What happened to you?"

"Poison…" she heard a low voice say behind her. "Yes, poison can be a tricky thing cant it?"

"Tom, did you do this to him?"

"This time, I didn't. I make no promises in the future though."

"Well then who did?"

"Who do you think? besides me, who would kill for you?"

"Brutus." She said darkly as her face paled over.

"Yes, it is quite upsetting," Tom said with almost a laugh.

"What kind of poison was it?"

"I don't know. It was probably slipped into his pumpkin juice. Don't worry darling he'll get better" Tom then wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her lips up to his. For a moment she stayed like that, enjoying his lips on hers. Then, she realized what was going on and shoved him away.

"No Tom! January isn't over yet, and you promised! I'm in a relationship with Gregory now, I don't want you anymore. I belong to him not you." she saw his eyes darken "I'm sorry Tom."

"Marcy I'm not worried that you don't still love me. I know you do. You say you don't want me, but your body is saying otherwise. For example: look at our close proximity, and the way you wouldn't let go of me when I kissed you just a moment ago. Face it you still love me, and you still want me, no matter how many little boyfriends you find, you know it will always just be me." Marcy backed away from him and looked down at Gregory.

"But he's better for me. I want to love him, I don't want to love you. did you know he actually talks to me? he knows more about me then you do-" she began but Tom cut her off.

"I doubt that. I know a lot more about you then anyone ever will."

"He knows things, that I willingly tell him."

"What does he know that I don't?" Tom said raising an eyebrow. Marcy thought for a moment.

"He knows I can play the piano."

"Can you now? Well why didn't you ever tell me?" Tom said grabbing her hand, and pulling her up to him. "Now I know." He whispered in her ear. She took in his smell, and the warmth of his body. She leaned into him, but hastily snapped out of her trance and looked at him in horror.

"He knows, because unlike you, he doesn't spend his time luring me into his bed. he actually asks about me, and my feelings. He's a better man then you'll ever be" with those words, Tom really snapped. He took in a slow breath and closed his eyes, as if trying to keep anger from spilling out of him.

"No Marcy, that is not entirely true. I will be the best man that ever lived, and that's when you'll be begging, for me to be yours. That's when you'll realize you should've said yes to everything I ask of you."

"I should have said no from the start of meeting you. I should have said no to everything"