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Marcy sat on the couch, staring into the fire. She was daydreaming, when the door creaked open and three girls walked into the common room, giggling and being loud. Marcy turned her head and saw that it was Ursala, Caitlin and Angelina.
"Marcy! You waited for us!" Caitlin said excitedly, plopping herself across from Marcy on the floor. Ursala sat down in the oversized armchair to the left of Marcy and Angelina sat down next to her on the couch.
"How come we couldn't talk in the great hall?" Caitlin said loudly.
"Because people were listening" Marcy said faintly, "Privacy is nice, isn't it?" The girls nodded in agreement. "So, are you all being careful? Not walking alone in the corridors by yourself?"
"Oh it's one of those conversations?" Caitlin said crossing her arms "I thought you were going to tell us stories about being an older student! What's it like having so much authority?"
"Well, it's nice I suppose-"
"Parties! And Hogsmeade! And the boys!" All of the girls began laughing and Marcy eventually caved into their pleading and told them all sorts of stories. They laughed for what seemed to be hours. Their lives were equally fascinating. Caitlin eventually brought up the subject of Tom Riddle.
"After you left, Tom came up to me, he started telling me I was a very good witch" she paused and gave a huge smile, blushing crimson "He even called me pretty."
"He was just being nice, Caitlin. He's a seventh year!" Angelina said quickly.
"Caitlin you're beautiful, and smart, and hilarious. But don't let Riddle fool you, he can be tricky. He does this to so many girls… he did it to me." Marcy said, worry scratching at her voice "He isn't worth it"
"But he's beautiful! It's so difficult to say no to him." Caitlin said glumly.
"I agree. I wish I never met Tom Riddle. He ruined my life" Marcy looked over all of them "You all have to be careful, please, just stay away from Riddle. Stay away from boys at this school."She looked over at Angelina "Stay away from Phineas. He is a Black. He has more power than he knows, and when he realizes that, he will hold it over anyone he can. I understand how you feel when you're around him, but he isn't worth it Angelina."
The door suddenly swung open, revealing a large shadow hovering in the door way. The shadow stepped into the light illuminating she perfect face of Tom Riddle. Marcy was the first to stand, and Angelina followed. Tom walked towards them and faced Marcy.
"What were we all talking about?" he asked casually, keeping his eyes on Marcy.
"Nothing." She said quickly "How about the three of you stay in my dorm tonight?" Marcy said with a smile. They all nodded excitedly. "Okay, so go up to your dorms, get your things, and go to the 7th year dorms" Marcy looked at Angelina and nodded her head, then looked back at Tom. Angelina pushed the two other girls up the stairs, leaving Marcy and Tom alone. His sweet face, then turned almost deadly.
"There is something wrong with your head" he said darkly.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, Marcy!" He bellowed. He grabbed her wrist with one hand, and her throat with the other. Pulling her out of the common room, as he growled something to himself. Once they entered the isolated corridor he pushed her against the stone wall. Marcy rubbed her, now, purpled wrist and looked up at Tom.
"Please forgive me." he said coldly, stroking her face "I do not mean to hurt you."
"What do you wish for Tom? I did everything you asked of me, I've been obedient. I haven't talked to anyone you didn't want me to talk to."
"Liar!" he yelled slamming his hand into the wall, only inches away from her face. His hand left the wall, and was about to slam into her face, when she pushed his chest with all her strength, forcing his body away from hers. The bottom of her foot met his thigh. When her right hand was moments away from hitting the side of his head, Tom grabbed her forearm and right wrist, throwing her back against the wall. Tom knotted his fingers, into the top roots of her hair with his free hand, and pushed her head against the wall, so she was forced to look at him. Marcys feet still kicked, but seemed futile in her fight against him.
"You're so stupid." Tom growled childishly. His eyes seemed to soften, as if it was a game, but his face stayed as cold as ever. "Apologize"
"No." Marcy shook her head and bit her bottom lip, "I'm not sorry, and I would do it all over again given the chance."
His wand appeared to be in his hand, digging far into her torso. Marcy tried her best to act unfazed and the very least scared of him. Tom saw right through her. He leaned into her pushing his chest against hers, so he could see her eyes twitch at his close proximity. His pale lips curled into a smile, as he felt her heartbeat increase. He dug at her hair more, causing her to wince in pain. An immense feeling of pride washed over him. For the first time in months, he frightened Marcy immeasurably. Her eyes opened, and flashed directly to his own. Tom immediately loosened his grip and dropped his smile. None of it was right for him. Her pain was what he fed on, everything he craved, but it wasn't what he wanted when he finally was able to have it.
"I'm not upset with you Tom." she whispered, "You cannot control yourself and I understand that."
Now Tom let go completely and backed into the wall opposite of her. He shook his head and closed his eyes. The room was spinning, and none of this made sense to him. The question running through his mind a thousand times over was: 'How can she not hate me? How does she still love me?' he slid down to the floor and put his head in his hands.
"You frustrate me. You're stupid and you don't think." he waited a moment, "Why can't you just avoid me? Stay away?" Macy giggled a little, and sat down next to him.
"Tom you can't be serious? I've tried to avoid you, but you won't let me." she pulled his face up, to have a better look at him. "Why are you upset?"
"Because I care! I care! Don't you get that! You are my life and everything seems to suddenly revolve around you! I want you gone!" he screamed at her. She seemed to shrink a little.
"If you would really wish for me to leave, I will do just that. It's not as if I'm foreign to being pushed away from someone I care for." She whispered, "I want you to be happy with me, and if my absence is what you wish for, I will go."
"No, Marcy, no that's not what I want. Do you want to leave me Marcy?"
"N-no."
"Do not lie."
"Even if I said yes, would you ever let me go? Would it change anything?" She spoke seriously.
"Probably not." Tom said lazily. He looked back down into his lap and closed his eyes. "I'm not strong enough to let you go." He suddenly felt, her small hands creep around his neck, and her small body against his.
"I will try my best to except reality." She choked out, as a small silver tear fell down her cheek. Tom picked her up off the ground and brought her back into the common room.
"Are you going to go to sleep?" Tom asked leaning against the couch, crossing his arms. Marcy smiled and threw her hands into the air.
"You always do that!" she said putting her hands on her hips. Tom looked wholly perplexed and frowned at her, cocking his head to the side. "You make yourself look charming and endearing."
"How?" he said widening his eyes. "Its certainly not intentional."
"When you lean against things, and when you smile, and ask questions. A-and the way you place your hands in your pockets. Even the way you speak is alluring."
"Really?" he said smirking at her, "What else do I do, that you are so infatuated with?"
Marcy thought a moment and looked at him. "When you study, or when you are reading a book of some sort, you furrow your brow, and you look so frustrated." They both laughed and shared their favorite traits of one another.
"Your best quality, is when you get tired you rub your feet together. Or when you fall asleep, you seem so much smaller than you already are." Tom said with a laugh, "I think it's adorable." Tom stopped and looked at her with a smile, "C'mere."
"Why?" She asked sweetly, walking up to him. "What have I done?"
"Nothing my sweet." Tom said as he pushed pieces of hair behind her ear and out of her face. "Much better." For a long moment they both looked at each other in awe. His eyes fell to her shoulder and squinted. He pushed down the sleeve of her dress, revealing three purple-ish bruises.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am." Tom said pulling up her sleeve.
"Don't be. I told you, I'm not mad."
"But you should be. Be mad at me, hit me, scream at me, and resent me. Just be upset with me."
"I spend too much time being upset. I just want to be happy." She said smiling at him. "You can't control yourself, and I understand."
"But I want to be able to!" Tom slammed his hand against the edge of the couch. "I want to be able to touch you, without causing you to be afraid."
"I'm only afraid that you will leave. You know I hate when you hurt me, but I can't just leave you, it isn't that simple. As long as you're trying, I won't resent you."
"I fight myself everyday for you." Tom said kissing her forehead, "and I'll keep fighting as long as I can. Goodnight my darling Marcy." Tom walked off into his dorm without another word.
The girls' bathroom was cold and dark. The only source of light was the faint rays of the moon. One of the metal pipes, was broken causing an echoing drip throughout the large room. Marcy sat talking to Myrtle on the windowsill. Myrtle was often in a dreary state, and would insult most that tried to talk to her, but over time she took a liking to Marcy. Suddenly footsteps ricocheted from wall to wall, and both Marcy and Myrtle jerked upright to see who had intruded their hideaway.
"Hello?" said a smooth voice from the doorway, "Marcy, you here?"
"I'll go." Whispered Myrtle, taking flight, and leaving Marcy alone with the intruder.
A medium sized boy walked into view revealing his gray eyes. Marcy smiled and embraced him in a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.
"I've been missing you Gregory." She said happily sitting down on the windowsill once more.
"You wouldn't have to miss me if you just-"
"Oh, this again?" she huffed, "You don't get it do you? I can't be seen with you in the castle. Riddle would get upset with me."
"To hell with Riddle Marcy!" Gregory protested. "I'm sick of staying up late and sneaking around, just to see you! I want to be able to tell my friends that you're mine. I want to be able to openly love you."
Marcy cringed at his words, and tried to regain herself. "It's complicated Greg."
"Well, it shouldn't be! You don't love him, remember?"
"It's complicated." She repeated.
"It's April Marcy. April. Riddle has been showering you with affection, publicly, since November. That should be me, and not him." Gregory stared at her, "To say the least I'm jealous, that undeserving scum, like Riddle get you, but I don't. I don't know how long I can do this."
"Don't think like that." She said "Three more months, and we're out of Hogwarts away from Riddle. We can be together in three more months."
"No, that's not what is going to happen, and you know it! You're just feeding me lies."
"What do you mean?"
"You aren't going to let go of Riddle, and he certainly won't let go of you. You love him."
"Greg-"
"Marcy, I know you do. I can see it, when you look at him. I can see it when he looks at you. You both love each other, and I can see it. And you're father loves him. we'll never be together, I have to let go of you."
"But you're my best friend, I can't lose you that easily."
"Then let go of Riddle."
"Well, I can't do that either." Marcy said hopelessly.
"Well than you lose me." Gregory said turning his back to her. Marcy felt sadness, but rage flood through her brain. How can he let go that easily?
"W-Well, at least fights for what he wants, and doesn't just give up so easily." She blurted out. Immediately she knew it wasn't her talking and it was Tom.
"Gregory I didn't mean that."
"Marcy, just" he paused and looked at her "Just leave me alone."
"Gregory that wasn't me!"
But he was gone. Down the corridor and to the Hufflepuff common room. Marcy ran her hand through her hair and then bid Myrtle a goodbye. Marcy stuck her head out the large wooden door, but Gregory's footsteps seemed to have disappeared. She slowly walked, hoping not to be heard by anyone. She seemed close to the Slytherin common room, when she heard a quite soothing voice speak to her.
"Marcy?" said the silky voice.
"Gregory?" she asked, "You came back!" her lips erupted into a smile and she ran towards the voice, "I didn't mean what I said I-" she skidded right into the arms of Tom Riddle, and as he usually would be when she spoke to Gregory, and he was livid.
"If you dare say you're sorry, I can almost guarantee you'll regret it. Save me the sob story this time and quietly turn around, and walk down the hallway." He said through clenched teeth, pointing a finger in the opposite direction. Reluctantly, Marcy turned on her heels and squeezing her eyes shut she walked.
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