Tom shrugged off her response and walked across the room, opening a drawer and rummaging through it contents. Without looking up, Tom began to speak.
"Marcy, I can't promise that things between us won't be broken, but I can promise that I'll never leave you. If you stay with me you'll never have to be alone. And I know being alone is something you fear." He promptly shut the drawer, and began to walk over to her. Marcy took a few steps back until she was pressed up against the bottom of the bed. she almost tripped, but caught herself on one of the large pillars holding up the canopy. Once she steadied herself, she thought about what Tom was saying.
"What do you want from me? Do you want me to sign myself over to you or-"
"Well, you already sort of did that last year, but I would prefer it to be more willingly. I don't want the constant arguments." Tom said leaning his back against the wall, across the room. Marcy found it rather strange, that Tom was so far away from her. "I can move closer, if you wish." Tom smiled and ran his fingers through his hair.
"That's rude Tom." Marcy shook her head.
"You shouldn't think so loudly if you don't wish for me to hear." Tom persisted straightening up and walking closer to her. He stopped about 5 feet away and began to stare at her. Marcy squirmed under his stare, and began to fidget with her hair.
"What?" She said darting her eyes to her feet, then back to him, "am I doing something wrong?"
"Beautiful." He groaned, with what sounded pained and annoyed, "You're so beautiful, and you're mine. I never thought I could ever have something in my life as beautiful as you are. Inside and out, you're beautiful. You're perfect."
Marcy turned a violent shade of scarlet, and increased the fidgeting with her hair. And then she began to giggle. I small girlish giggle, that made Tom curious "Thank you Tom, but I'm not perfect. I'm rather fucked up in the head. My grades are okay, but they could be better, I'm addicted to heroin, I see things. I'm not perfect…"
Tom moved closer, causing Marcy to flinch, and then stopped, "But I did all of that! I ruined you! If it wasn't for me, you would be fine."
"You don't know that-" Marcy began, when Tom snapped.
"I do know that! Stop defending me!" He stated rather sternly, "I stole your innocence, I stole your peace of mind. Hell Marcy, I stole your sanity."
"You didn't take my innocence, Brutus did that-"
"I've told you before, my sweet, what he did has nothing to do with you. You didn't choose that. You said no. What I did, was take advantage of you. I was selfish I took what I wanted. I stole that from you, not Malfoy."
"You were drunk too Tom. and as for taking everything else, I won't entirely deny that, but it was decisions I made too. It was all your fault." Marcy said moving towards him
"How can you do that, Marcy? How can you be so forgiving? I know what I have done and will do is wrong, and I expect you to get upset, but you've never stayed upset with me."
"Tom… I hate you." Marcy whispered, but quickly replied, "but that hate makes me crave for your approval. I want you to want me, and I like the attention I get from you sometimes. It's just one sick game that I can't quit playing."
"Well Marcy, I hate you too. And my life would a hell of a lot easier without you, but the thought of you ever leaving makes me want to vomit." He confessed, quite shyly. It was so strange seeing him take his walls down for a moment. "I also want you to know, that nothing is going to change and you will always be mine. I just don't want you to forget that."
"I'll never forget Tom." Marcy replied yawning.
"Tired?" Tom asked
"Yes. I just want to go to sleep." Marcy replied, as she began to sit down on her bed. Tom walked over and pulled her up, fairly quickly causing her head to spin. "What are you doing, you lunatic?"
"You're sleeping with me tonight."
"Damn it Tom, no! I don't want to. I really thought this bullshit was over and done with, but you just can't move on." Marcy yelled twisting out of his grip. Tom grabbed her elbow and gently pulled her into him, so he stood over her.
"Marcy, you need to patrol your mouth, and it's not like that. I just want you next to me. All your clothes can stay on, I just want you near me." Tom said patiently.
"That's not the point. I want to be in my own bed." Marcy began
"That can't be the only reason, I know it's not. I'm two seconds away from entering your mind so-"
"I'm afraid I'll want something more! I'm afraid I'll ask for it, and you won't this time! I'm terrified that it will be me and not you" she blurted out, covering her mouth instantly. Tom suddenly brightened up.
"I knew it." He grinned with no shame and casually crossed his arms. "Is that it? Or is there something else? Anything I can fix?"
"No, that's all I guess." Marcy said through the hand which was still cover her mouth. Tom pried her hand off of her mouth and took her wrist in his hand, gently pulling her out the door. She ripped away from him and jumped back.
"I'll make you a deal." She said before he could regain his hold on her. Tom sighed, and looked at her with impatient eyes
"What do you have in mind?"
"You have to find me, then I'll stay with you all night." She said quickly.
"You're kidding Marcy. You must be joking. I am not going on a wild goose chase, trying to find you." Tom said approaching her Marcy backed away and retorted quickly.
"It should be easy for you. You'll be able to hear everything I'm thinking, and if you win, I won't put up a fight at all." Tom stopped and thought for a moment. It would work. He would just listen to her mind, and find where she is going. This would be the easiest way possible. This was perfect. Tom nodded in agreement and walked down the stairs into the common room, Marcy in toe. Once they were at the door, Tom opened it and pushed her out.
"You have one minute to run." He said and shut the door. Marcy's feet were bare, which was perfect. Bare feet enabled her to move quicker with less noise. Marcy was very confident in her choice to let him find her. She was the fastest in her village and one of the best climbers. Climbing was one of Marcys few specialties, and she intended to put it to use tonight. This would also give her the opportunity to learn how to keep Tom out of her head. The plan was to run as far as possible, find somewhere high, and stay there until he gave up. She would also try her best to think of nothing. That was the goal. She ran until she found a very small opening in the vacant library. She hesitantly stepped onto the bookshelf, and climbed until she was at the very top. She then grabbed a very high mantle on the ceiling, which held torch and climbed further up, until she was able to settle herself into a sitting position. Now was the tricky part. To completely empty her mind.
15 minutes later
Marcy sat upright in her small nook, and stared down into the eerie library beneath her. She could hear the clicks of shoes coming her way. It could be a teacher, in which case she would need to leave immediately. Or it could be Tom, and still she would need to leave immediately. Then she heard a slither, not something one would usually hear in Hogwarts. She then realized she was thinking, and if it was Tom he would be able to hear her. Marcy needed to get to the common room. She carefully jumped down, making absolutely no noise. Once her feet were carefully placed on the ground, she hurried away. Her feet hit the cold, stone floor, making only the faintest of noises. She could hear the slither behind her. Marcy pressed her hand against the dark wall, and walked trying to feel for an opening. She found one, and jumped in, pressing herself against the wall, and trying to contain her breathing. From where she was standing she couldn't see the corridor. The heavy slither was coming closer to her, it must've been only a couple feet away. She held her breath… only a few more seconds and then- gone. It passed her and she slowly exhaled. She waited a moment and peered around the corner, stepping only one foot out into the corridor.
BOOM! Two arms slammed next to Marcys head, keeping her in place. She let out a scream and shut her eyes, waiting for a hit to come her way. One of the hands clamped over her mouth and she could feel breathing. She opened her eyes to see Tom staring down at her, with eyes that almost looked blood thirsty. Her eyes swelled in defeat, as she tugged Toms hand away from her mouth.
"You found me." she hissed. Tom nodded, but other than his head, he stayed completely still. "How?"
"You really want to know?" He asked raising an eyebrow. Marcy nodded this time. Tom brought his lips next to her ear and whispered with a silky and breathtaking voice, "If I told you, I would have to kill you." In response Marcy did nothing. She stood in place completely mortified of what was coming, "Tired?"
Marcy shook her head causing Tom to let out a satin laugh. He dropped his hands to her waist, pulling her up next to him roughly, and smacking his lips against hers. She struggled a bit, only causing his grip on her to become tighter. He broke off, and let go of her, "Time to go." He grabbed wrist and pulled her to the common room, as Marcy thought about several different ways to kill him with no evidence left. Tom laughed, as he scanned over her thoughts. They entered the common room, and Tom marched up the stairs and to the dorms. Marcys dorm was only filled with Violet and another girl named Molly. She resentfully walked over her trunk and opened it. She shuffled through her bed clothes.
"Marcy?" Violet whispered, "What are you doing?" Violet tiptoed next to Marcy and knelt next her "What's wrong?" Marcy looked over to Violets silhouette in the dark of the dorm
"Long story made short, I'm sleeping in Toms dorm tonight."
"Are you crazy?" Violet hissed
"My hands are tied. I'm just trying to find my night clothes." Marcy then pulled out her long white night gown, which had lace up to her throat and long sleeves.
"You're going to wear that thing?" Violet asked.
"Yes. It's comfortable and my night pants are in the wash." Marcy argued.
"Okay, one, that thing smells like my dead grandmothers two, its hideous and three Tom will probably hate it, which will mean he'll most likely make you take it off, and I'm sure you don't want to be there in your knickers." Violet argued.
"Well, that's too bad. I don't have anything else." Marcy said with a huff.
"Marcy, its 1945, you're almost a grown woman, and you don't own anything a little more, I don't know, provocative?" Violet asked
"Why would I need something like that? I'm not trying to impress anybody…" without another word, Violet marched over to Hannah's trunk and opened it swiftly, "What are you doing? That's not yours!"
"Her slimy boyfriend bought her this," she said, pulling out a pale pink fabric. She unfolded it, revealing its lace sleeves, which ended about 7 inches above the elbow and a v- neck."He thought he was going to get somewhere, so he got this little number for her. It's never been worn." She handed it to Marcy. Marcy removed the dress she was currently wearing, and slipped Hannah's on over her underclothing. It was possibly the shortest dress Marcy had ever worn.
"Violet, this is too short!" Violet ignored her, and let down Marcys black hair, brushing her fingers through it, causing the soft curls to loosen a little. She grabbed pink gloss off of her dresser and smacked it onto Marcys lips. She sprayed her with some sort of perfume Marcy had gotten for her birthday and then stepped back looking at her creation.
"You look good. I mean, I did my best with wand light. Nox" Violet put out her wand "Tonight, you'll experiment. Tonight, you'll try your best to rap that kid around your finger. Don't go any further than you're comfortable with…just be cute, flirt with him, shower him with the sort of affection he wants from you. just be careful, got it?" And began to push Marcy towards the door.
"Why are you doing this? Its Tom Riddle, remember? He might get the wrong idea." Marcy argued.
"It's better to make him happy, than upset." Marcy had no argument, because she knew it was true. If Tom was satisfied she would be as well. Marcy opened the door and stepped out on to the cold corridor.
"Have her back by noon Tom" Violet said sarcastically, shutting the door. Tom, was looking at his feet, leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest. When Marcy stepped into the hall, his head shot up to look at her. Tom must have been expecting Marcys unflattering night gown, because when his eyes fell on her, they bulged a bit and his jaw dropped, ever so slightly. Marcy gave him a sheepish smile and tilted her head.
"What's wrong Tom? Should I change?" She asked, more innocently then necessary.
"No. No, definitely not. You look amazing." Tom said still appalled.
"Shall we?" Marcy asked, walking towards the boys dorms. Tom nodded and followed her. Violets plan seemed to be working already. Marcy began to approach the boys dorms when Tom spoke up.
"Uh, I have my own dorm." Tom said, still seeming to be a bit shell-shocked. Marcy turned on her heel.
"You have your own dorm? It's… private?" Marcy asked gulping. Tom seemed to fade out of his trance and smirked.
"I'm Head Boy. Of course I do. It has its own bathroom and shower. It's great not sharing with those idiots." Tom added, "The bed is bigger too." He unlocked the door, which had "Head Boy" encrypted with silver script on the door. They both stepped inside, and to Marcys surprise it looked nothing like the other dorms. It contained a large four poster bed, with a green comforter and about 4 fluffy white pillows. He had a dresser, and a desk, and a small fireplace. There was also a radio.
"This is yours?" Marcy said with surprise.
"Like it?" Tom asked slipping off his shoes, "It's great."
"Why did you never bring me here before?" She asked, slightly perplexed.
"I didn't think it necessary."
"Why is it freezing in here?" Marcy asked shivering.
"I leave the windows open when I'm gone. You can shut it if you want." Marcy walked over and shut the two windows. When she turned around Tom seemed to be removing his shirt. It was her turn, to look bewildered at his features. She had never remembered seeing his shirt completely off, but in the light it was easy to see his broad shoulders and perfectly carved muscles. Tom didn't have bulging abs and abnormal physique, he just had a nicely framed chest, with buff arms and the muscles in his stomach were showing slightly. "Marcy…?"
"How did you do that?" She asked walking over and poking the muscles in his stomach. Tom looked down at her, confusion and awkwardness painted on his face. "You aren't physically adjusted. You don't exercise! I would have noticed." She continued to prod over his showing muscles until he stopped her.
"I didn't do this to you." He said with a broad smile, "Can I?"
"No." She replied, stopping the probing. "No touching tonight." She said wagging her finger at him.
"You know," He began as he pulled off his trousers, revealing his white and red striped boxer shorts. "I could easily change the rules." He walked up to her, and his lips hovered over hers, "but if you really want to keep this non- physical…" He then began to allow his finger tips to dance over her spine, causing her to shiver. He bit his lip, when he realized she was drifting towards him, and back away from her, "I understand, nothing physical. That's completely understandable." Marcy crossed her arms and looked fairly disappointed. She then regained herself.
"You're right." Tom turned, with a great amount of speed to look at her.
"I am?"
"You are. I mean, you don't seem to really need or crave anything, so that sounds perfect." Marcy said smiling and sitting down on his bed. She put her arms behind her, and leaned down on them, allowing her feet to dangle off the bed. Tom stood in place, still staring at her, "Something wrong Tommy?" she asked with a wink. This wasn't going exactly how Violet had planned, but getting under Toms skin was pretty enjoyable- and then, Tom caught on to her new found game. He walked in front of her, and for the first time since they entered the room, she saw the, impatient, and annoyed man that grew inside Tom. That's when it occurred to her, he was holding something back, fighting something back that was inside of him.
'I want nothing more than to ravish her, without mercy, and much pain.' Tom thought, as he looked at the devilish broad in front of him. But he also thought about how much easier and thrilling it would be, to beat her little game. He leaned over her, and let his lips linger over hers. She broke, and terminated the space that was left between their mouths. Once Marcy parted her lips, Tom pushed for dominance 'It was just too easy' he thought smiling inwardly. Tom now had both arms supporting him on either side of her, with one knee wresting on the edge of the bed, and his right foot, still planted on the ground. Tom pushed a little harder, and then Marcy finally pulled him onto the bed with her. They didn't release their lips from one another, but scooted backwards onto the mattress. The snogging finally became so strenuous that Tom had to allow his arms to slowly falter, and place his hands on each side of her waist, as not to crush the delicate creature.
'This is so terrible. I shouldn't be enjoying this. I should be with Gregory.' Marcy thought, silently cursing herself, for such regretful behavior.
"If it makes you feel better, to imagine you're with him, by all means go ahead." Tom said managing to not take his lips from her.
"It's not really the same…" she replied, running her hand through his hair.
"I'm better." He said, not so much questioning it, but finalizing a statement. Marcy rolled her eyes. "I knew it. That boy couldn't do this, if his right arm depended on it." When Marcy didn't answer right away he pinched her side, making her jump at him, "See, you're just so anxious. Jumping at me, like there is no tomorrow."
"Oh, would you just shut it? You're good, but I don't want to talk." That silenced Tom. He finally released his lips completely from hers, and stared at her, with such intensity it made her frightful. She caught on to the message he was sending, and shook her head. "No, not tonight." He sighed and buried his face into her stomach.
"Please?" he growled. It took Marcy a moment to translate what he was saying.
"No."
"It's taking a lot for me to ask Marcy. Don't tell me you don't want to…"
"I want to, but I'll regret it." Tom looked up at her, and grumbled a bit, laying his head on the pillow nest to her. She turned on her side to look at him, "You're mad."
"No, I just thought, maybe you would give in a bit. I had my hopes up." Tom seemed agitated.
"Not tonight. I'm just still-"
"Attached to Gregory. I'm not okay with that." His hands rubbed his face. And he turned over, "I could just do it myself you know. While you're asleep, while you're awake. It doesn't matter. I could take it from you, and I could choose if you get to remember."
Marcy stared at the ceiling. "But you won't."
"Exactly. You should realize how special you are."
Marcy estimated it was about 3 A.M. Sleep was out of the question, especially next to Tom. He slept on his stomach and barely moved in the night. Marcy, stayed on the opposite side of the bed, resisting the urge to move closer to Tom. The room was freezing, the blankets were thin, and from across the bed, she could feel the heat radiating from him.
'It would be so easy to kill him right now.' To her most utter surprise, Tom slowly rolled over, his eyes lazily open and looked at her.
"I can hear everything you're saying." He said tiredly.
"You're awake?" She squealed.
"Yes! I've been awake for about 3 hours now, listening to your annoying thoughts. Go ahead, try to kill me. Let's see if that works in your favor." His voice seemed rather challenging.
"You make me angry" she said childishly.
Tom moved closer to her, and traced her features, with a long, stone like finger, "You infuriate me."
Marcy suddenly entered a shock-like state, and began to gasp for air. Amazingly, Tom remained calm, and pulled her up, into a sitting position. "Its- the-asthma." She insisted.
"It's not asthma, it's a panic attack. Just focus on me." Marcy shook her head, "No, it's- asthma." Tom roughly, took her chin and forced her to look at him, "Focus on me. focus on my eyes. My hair. My cheeks. My nose. My lips. Focus on me." Marcy did as instructed and focused on Toms, brilliant features. Her breathing began to steady and she could feel her body relaxing. She collapsed onto the bed, and squeezed her pillow. Tom, was finally able to fall back asleep.
It was too realistic to be a dream. It was nightmare. The first restless sleep, Tom had, had in years. He was in a dark room, and could hear sobbing, screams for help. Screams for comfort. Screams for him. The voice wasn't familiar at all. It was too scratchy, and rough, but he was certain it was a woman's. He could see the large brown door, where the screaming was coming from, but when he tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge. He was finally able to open the door, and to his upmost shock, he saw Marcy cowering in the corner, with blood streaming down her split lip and large purple bruises, forming all over her from head to toe. The most frightening thing about her, was Marcys eyes. The brilliant green, had formed to a black, which covered her entire eye. She was hallow. A man stood over her, pounding on her with both fists, screaming things at her. Hexing her without mercy. Tom, mortified, jumped at the man, and turned him around, only to be facing himself, with eyes replica to Marcys. The dream version of Tom, then burned into ashes, before his eyes. Tom reached a hand towards Marcy.
"It's okay." He tried to reassure her, only to cause Marcy to fall to the ground and scream. A bloodcurdling scream, fit to wake the dead. He tried to comfort her, only resulting in Marcy to scream more.
"No! I'm sorry." She sobbed, "Please my lord, please let me die! Please!" He voice was higher than usual with an unpleasant shriek to it "I'm sorry! My Lord please!" Tom wasn't able to speak with her, she only continued to bawl for help, "HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME! KILL ME! KILL ME!" She continued to sob for what seemed to be hours, then abruptly came to halt and stood in front of him. "I'll haunt your memories until the day you DIE" Her voice seemed to seemed to sound older and worn, but was loud. At the last word, her voice became much louder, and her eyes then began to stretch wider.
"Marcy?" Tom asked in almost a whisper. She then began to cackle.
"I'm not Marcy Nott! I'm your destruction" She continued to cackle
"Marcy?" He asked once more, with a crack of his voice.
"MARCYS GONE TOM!" The demon in front of him began to cackle once more, "YOU DESTROYED HER LONG AGO!" She then began to melt into the darkness, with more spine chilling screams.
Tom woke up, covered with beads of sweat, breathing at an unnatural pace. The sun was shining through the windows, and yellow light streaked across his bed. It must've been rather early in the morning. His eyes shot to, his right, where he had last seen Marcy. She was sleeping on her back, looking rather peaceful. Tom laid back down, and closed his eyes. Only moments later Marcy awoke, rubbing her eyes, and stretching. She softly stepped onto the wooden, floor trying to not wake Tom. She walked over to the bathroom and slipped into the shower. Tom got up and walked to Marcys dorm, grabbing her clothes, and returning back to his room. He could hear the shower still running. He quietly slipped into the bathroom, and placed her clothes on the counter, trying not to startle her. He then got dressed himself, and with a flick of his wand made the bed. Tom then chose to begin reading a book. It was only 20 minutes later, when Marcy strolled out of the bathroom, hair dry and wearing the clothes.
"Hello beautiful." Tom alleged, folding the page back and smiling at her, "I see you found your clothes?"
Marcy slightly blushed, "Yes. Thank you." Marcy then looked at him skeptically, "What happened?"
"I'm just happy you stayed, that's all."
"You followed the rules, and that was really all I asked of you. I had no reason to leave."
Tom stood, and held out his elbow, for Marcy to hold, "Shall I escort you to breakfast?" even Tom laughed, at his overwhelming behavior. Marcy hooked her arm around his in return and smiled shyly. "You seem nervous?"
"Everyone is going to stare at me."
"Why would people stare at you?" He questioned opening the door.
"They always do when we're together. I hate it."
"Embrace it Marcy."