Hello lovely readers :D In honor of Tom Riddles birthday slowly approaching, I decided to give you a new chapter. I was going to wait until his actual birthday, but I wanted to post a new chapter.

*SPOILER (kinda)*
okay, well I was planning on extending the rest of Marcy and Toms relationship, even after their years at Hogwarts- yes, it's one of those stories- anyway, I was just wondering if you lovely readers, would prefer me to keep their story outside of Hogwarts, still in Forever loved or if I should make an entirely new story and start from chapter 1 sort of like a saga instead of one "book" , So tell me what you all think whether in PM or review, thanks for all your help and enjoy

Tom and Marcy walked into the large area, where Slughorn was holding his party, after everyone else. The room was large, with floating lanterns and curtains draping the entire area. Tom stopped and turned to her quickly

"I'm going to go sit over there." He pointed to the fireplace, "And you are going to go over and talk to the girls. Make small talk, find out anything interesting, and come over to me. If nothing interesting happens in-" He paused and looked behind her, then shot back at her face, "30 minutes, come over, sit next to me, and act like you want to be here."

Marcy cocked her head, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, smile, laugh, flirt with the boys if you have to, but in the end, you must come back to me. You always must come back to me." Tom said this, with more lasting meaning than it should have, but Marcy shrugged it off, and shuffled to the corner where the girls seemed to be gossiping.

"Hello." She said smiling and sitting down next to a Ravenclaw girl. For a moment they looked at her, and then to her left a girl held out her hand

"Hi!" she said excitedly, holding out her hand for Marcy to shake. "I'm Audrey Spinnet. Hufflepuff."

"Pleasure to meet you Audrey, I'm-"

But a girl to Marcys right cut in before she could answer "Marcy Nott, seventh year, Slytherin, currently in a relationship with Tom Riddle, but, has other love affairs with Gregory Abbott, and Brutus Malfoy. You're also an exceptional student and you excel at charms class. You were born and raised in Finglas, Ireland and your father works for the ministry. You've moved twice. Your brother was head boy and prefect. He's also a potions genius and created a potion for the cure of internal bleeding. Your sister was betrothed to Benjamin Bell in her sixth year and they married exactly seventeen days after their graduation. You have one niece." Marcy slowly turned, to see a short, plump girl with brownish blonde hair beaming at her, with large brown eyes.

"Have we met?" Marcy asked slowly.

"No. I'm Pricilla Boot, Ravenclaw." She said with a smile

"Pricilla, would you stop with that? It's scary that you know so much about people, before you talk to them. You're going to scare her away." Audrey scolded. Marcy finally got a good look at Audrey. She had long, thick black hair, with dark skin and blue- green eyes, and she was beautiful. Marcys jaw dropped a little. "What?" Audrey said shyly. Marcy shut her mouth quickly and blushed, "Oh, I'm so sorry; you're just very pretty that's all."

"Me? What about you?" She said in shock, "Merlin, I would kill to look like you. You're accepted on all ends. Beauty can only get you so far."

"What do you mean?" Marcy asked.

"My mother is Haitian, and my father is from England. I'm not accepted by whites, and I'm not accepted by blacks. They're also Muggles, so, I'm a muggle- born, or Mud-Blood as I'm told." She said shrugging.

"I'm sorry." Marcy offered.

"It's okay, things are better at Hogwarts and in the Hufflepuff house."

"Right," Marcy said crossing her ankles, "So, why does she know all that about me?" Marcy whispered, while Pricilla was getting something to drink

"Oh, she's just obsessed with Gregory Abbott, and when she realized you were with him, she became obsessed with you, and then she found out everything about you." She paused for a second, "Pricilla doesn't mean any harm, she just doesn't see the strangeness about that."

"I don't mind." Marcy smiled, "As long as she's not hiding under my bed." The girls laughed for a moment and then Audrey introduced her to the rest of the girls. Soon everyone asked her about, none other than, the all magnificent, Tom.

"He's beautiful." Audrey said dreamily

"He's a genius" said a girl with fiery read hair and glasses.

"I bet he's great in-" a girl with platinum blonde hair and elfish features began to say, when another girl cut her off.

"Evelyn, is that all you think about?"

"No, but I'm sure it's true." She turned to Marcy. "Is he?"

"Is he what?" Marcy asked innocently and confused. The girls laughed for a moment and then the Blonde girl regained herself

"Is he good in bed?" She said smiling largely. Marcy blushed a bit and then rubbed her neck.

"I, uh… Yeah. Yeah he is." Marcy thought a moment 'hope he didn't hear that. If he did, I hope he's happy'

"I knew it!" Evelyn declared. Marcy looked at the clock and realized her time with the girls was up. She turned, bid them all a farewell, and elegantly walked over to Tom, who was surrounded by a group off boys. They seemed to be laughing about something. Even in heels, they towered over Marcy. She walked next to Tom. He looked down and smiled, kissing her cheek,

"Hello darling." Tom said placing his hand on her lower back, causing her to shiver.

"Marcy, you know Avery, Abraxas- most of these fine gentlemen- Have you met Jack Bulstrode?" Tom asked, gesturing towards the tall boy. Jack, seemed to be, unashamedly, surveying Marcy causing her to be uncomfortable and move closer to Tom. At her act, Tom smiled and, without anyone noticing, pushed her farther away from him. Her eyes shot to his face in a panic, but he pushed her farther away. Avery came forward, and kissed the top of Marcys hand, politely "Miss. Nott." And he backed away. Tom nodded happily and looked down at her. They all took interest in Marcy, but when any of them got to close to her, Tom would tug on her hand and bring her closer to him. Eventually the small group began to disperse, until it was only Tom, Marcy and Avery.

"Avery you may go." Tom dismissed him, and led Marcy over to the fireplace. "Enjoying yourself?"

"No." she said plainly, "I'm tired."

"Only a little while longer my love." Tom smiled moved closer to Marcy, beaming down at her.

"What are you so happy about?" Marcy asked, skeptically, "You look…Happy."

"Is that a crime?"

"For you?" Marcy raised her eyebrows, "It could be."

Tom shook his head, dismissively "Did they say anything interesting? The girls I mean."

"Not really." Marcy blushed.

"What?" Tom asked, stepping closer to her.

"What do you mean 'what'? Did you not hear me?"

"I heard you" He said harshly, "But you're lying to me. You blushed." Marcy looked down at her feet. When she didn't answer, he lifted her head and brought her eyes to his. "Marcy" he said sternly, "Don't make me do this."

"Oh, alright!" Marcy said, slightly stomping her foot, "Evelyn, the blonde girl, asked if you were-" She stopped and looked at him

"Marcy." He repeated

"She asked if you were a worthy sex partner." Tom laughed and covered his eyes with his hand,

"And what did you say my dear?"

"W-well I said yes." She turned a shade of scarlet, causing Tom to laugh more

"But you don't even remember sleeping with me!" He laughed out.

"Shh! Well if I said no, you would've gotten mad at me."

"True. That's all? Nothing about their dates?" He asked, regaining himself.

"No they were interested in you." Marcy answered, crossing her arms over her chest, "May I go to the lavatory?" Tom thought for a moment, and then nodded his head allowing her to go. She ran out into the hallway and under the stairs. She reached into her bag and pulled out a leather pouch. Marcy shook the white powder onto her hand and snorted it quickly. The heroin began to sink in, as she sat on the cold ground. Looking around she noticed where she was seemed dangerously familiar.

'I've been here before' she looked at the ceiling, 'when was I here?' she put her hand on her forehead as the drugs fogged her memory. Then, it hit her. That was the first place she had spoken to Tom. It was the place where Tom had first saved her from Brutus. She stood, making her head spin in the process and walked out into the corridor. She felt the high of the heroin sinking further into her, but refused to wait till it wore off. She then entered the large room, and scanned over the students, until her eyes met landed on Tom. Marcys face dropped, when she saw a girl with blonde hair and green eyes uncomfortably close to Tom. Her hand was resting on his arm, and she was extremely close. It dawned on Marcy, that the girl was Evelyn. Jealousy and anger flowed through her, as she stared at them. Tom looked up at Marcy and then quickly back down at Evelyn, whispering something in her ear.

Marcy stomped over to the two, not-so-gracefully, and tapped Tom on the shoulder. He turned to look at Marcy, and before either of the two could say anything, Marcy swung her arms around Toms neck and pushed her lips onto his. Toms arms froze in the air, not expecting any of Marcys actions. Marcy pushed herself even closer to him, and it then occurred to Tom what was happening. Her wrapped both his arms tightly around her waist, closing the very small gap, and proceeded to take dominance. Marcy finally broke away and let go of him. Tom shook his head and blinked rapidly, looking down at Marcy. She then took his hand and walked him over to his group of cronies. They all gave Tom pats on the back, as they looked at Marcy, with envy.

"So Tom," started one of the boys Marcy had only seen once before, "What are you doing after hours?" all of them began to laugh, and take sips of their spiked butterbeer.

"Oh nothing of your concern Reggie" He said with a laugh and a wink. After about an hour of Tom making small talk, with everyone and introducing Marcy, he decided it was late enough to go back to dorms. He bid Slughorn a farewell and together, they walked out the large door.

"So what got into you tonight?" Tom asked, with a pleased sort of smile on his face. "Heroin, most likely?"

"A little yes." She said with a sly smirk

"And jealousy?" He asked, looking downward at her "Or could you not resist my helpless self, standing next to such a beautiful temptress?"

Marcy laughed outwardly and shook her head, "No, a little jealousy, but more anger. I mean how dare she even come near you? Isn't obvious we came together?" Tom stopped walking

"That's how I feel every time some male at this school talks to you. You're mine. No one else's, and a lot of people seem to be confused about that."

"Well that's different. I never try to talk to them, I never whisper in their ear." She said crossing her arms. They began to walk once more.

"True, but you were upset before you saw do anything."

"Well I-" Marcy stopped and thought a moment and thought "I just- well-"

"Marcy, It's okay to admit you like me paying attention to you all the time."

"I do not!" she stated, stopping and looking at him. He sighed and pocketed his hands, "Are you coming?" he said impatiently "I'm not waiting for you."

"Fine. Leave, I don't care." She turned around and crossed her arms.

"Marcy, let's go!" Tom shouted with raised eyebrows. He gave up asking and walked up behind her, placing his arms around her waist and leaning his head on her shoulder, so his mouth was next to her ear, "Don't make me beg, love." She turned her head breathed his musky scent.

"That's unfair" she breathed heavily.

"What isn't fair darling?" he asked, as his breath sent shivers down her back.

"N-nothing."

"Well, are you coming freely?"

"Freely?" she stated turning her head to look at him. He didn't answer. He slipped his arm under her knees and his other arm under her back, picking her up.

"What are you doing?" she sputtered, as he walked toward the dorms.

"This would be a lot easier if you helped." He said without even the hint of breathlessness "Maybe just put your arms around my neck or something, instead of squirming"

"Put me down!" she said loudly.

"Keep screaming, and I'll tell everyone that you overdosed on heroin." He said slyly.

"I'll tell them you're holding me against my will." Tom stopped and looked at her.

"Who is going to believe you over me?" Marcy stopped struggling and put her arms around Tom, laying her head on his shoulders. "That was simple, wasn't it? Keep those listening skills up and we might get somewhere."

"I just hate arguing with you, and if I keep arguing, you'll find some way to torture me, or abuse me. It's easier to subside to your cruel ways."

"I'm glad we finally see eye to eye." Tom said happily. They said the password in unison when they arrived at the dorms. Tom stepped into the empty common room, and stared at Marcy.

"Will you put me down now?" She asked with a forged smile.

"No, I like you like this." He brought her up the stairs and into her room. Throwing her onto the bed and removing her shoes. "Go ahead, change into night clothes." He stated as he shut the door.

"What?- No. I'm not tired." She said standing up from the bed.

"Surely you don't want to stay in that gown all night?" Tom asked

"Right, well, then I'll just change-" Marcy trailed off, and walked over to her trunk, pulling out a dark green dress. "I'll go change."

Tom sighed, and walked over to the door, opening it and stepping into the hall mumbling something to himself "Honestly, you would think she would at least be able to change when I'm in the room"

Marcy shrugged it off and removed her heels and the dress. she tied up her hair into a loose ponytail and walked over, opening the door. Tom was waiting outside but he had also changed into more casual clothing. Marcy folded her arms and leaned against the door frame. To Marcy it felt like they were standing there staring at each other for years, when in reality it was only a minute or two. Tom finally broke the silence, "Do you still hate me?" He asked

"I don't know. I hate you, but I," She stopped and looked at his eyes, which seemed to be lit with some sort of excitement or hope, she couldn't tell, "But I like you. I like you to a large extent. I don't think you feel the same way though…"

"No," Tom began to shake his head, squeezing his eyes closed, "no I just- I'm- I don't know how, or what to do or say- I, uh- I'm stuck." He finalized, opening his eyes to look at her.

"I care about you. I think that's the easiest way to put my feelings in words. I don't want to give up on you, but sometimes I feel like I should. You don't really take me into consideration, so why should I do that for you? But I want to. I want to love you, but I know that you'll never do that for me." She allowed her arms to fall to her sides, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about you." he answered simply, "I'm always thinking about you, and that drives me insane. Insane to the point where it would be easier to get rid of you. I don't think you understand, but you're the only person who I've ever showed genuine affection towards. Sure I've been with other girls," Marcy rolled her eyes, and turned around to walk away, but Tom grabbed her forearm and turned her around, "but I never felt anything when I was with them. I never wanted them as badly as I've wanted you. I care about you, I actually enjoy showing you love and care-"

"But you also enjoy causing me pain and agony."

"That's true," he said quickly, "But I'm trying Marcy, because you're it. You're the only person I will ever be able to show emotion for. You've loved me even though I've been such an idiot with you." Marcy gave a small laugh and began to quickly wipe away the tears that were forming at the edge of her eyes. Tom stepped forward and wiped them away with the sleeve of his shirt, "don't cry." He said with a short laugh. "What's wrong?"

"You're lying." She said, still choking out laughs, "But It's impossible not to believe you." Tom laughed and backed away from her, "Please say you love me." Marcy blurted out, Tom wheeled around to look at her. Marcy closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, "You don't need to even mean it. It can be a blatant lie, just, please say you love me." Tom paused and thought long and hard about the decision.

"I love you. I love you unconditionally. I'll never let you go, and I will love you forever without fail. Even when I'm being a prick, and bullying you, I'll always love you. I can only wish that you will feel the same way about me."

"You're an amazing liar." She sneered.

"It takes one to know one."

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