I would've updated sooner, but I've had midterms and what not. I hope you guys enjoy the chapters! 3333

March 25th 1946

Wondering where I am lost without you, and being apart ain't easy on this love affair two strangers learn to fall in love again I get the joy of rediscovering you, oh girl you stand by me, I'm forever yours faithfully- Journey

It was early in the morning and Marcy had just finished the breakfast Brinky had brought her. She brushed her teeth and dressed in a light blue dress and black stockings her hair wildly messy. There was a knock on the door, which was strange because Brinky usually just appeared.

"Yes?" She stood from her bed and walked towards the door. She carefully reached for the doorknob and pulled it open. When Tom was the one standing in the doorway, she jumped backwards about three feet. She didn't have to say anything, because the terror in her eyes was easily portraying the fear that was forming in the pit of her stomach. He welcomed himself in, shutting the door behind him.

"I don't give me that look." He batted his eyelashes and smiled, "I came to check on your mark. I have to make sure it didn't get infected." She shook her head and backed away further. "I'm not going to do anything, I just want to make sure it's not infected or anything to that nature. Sit down." Marcy deliberated and sat down on the edge of the bed. He sat behind her, and very carefully unbuttoned the back of the dress, his cold fingers meeting her skin. She shivered and he outwardly scoffed, "Cold?"

"A little." Tom's long fingers probed over the tattoo, "So what exactly does this thing do?"

"If you run away again, I can call you back to me. It's kind of like a stamp." He buttoned her dress up and stood, "That's all. See, no harm done." He walked towards the door, when she beckoned after him.

"Wait. Don't leave." She was only a few feet behind him, when he turned around to face her.

"You need to grow a bit of a back bone dear." He gave a velvety laugh and moved closer, "What is it?"

"I get lonely by myself all the time. It's rather boring up here, with only Brinky to talk to."

Toms face had become that stone structure that it often became when he was thinking. His eyes would become harsher but all of his other features stayed the same beautiful artwork they had always been, and his cool composure, for the most part, would stay sculpted on his face. He was definitely deliberating something, but she didn't know what, "Do you want to take a walk?"

"A walk?" Her eyebrows raised, and she pulled on her flats and a sweater, "Where are we going?"

"I don't know, we'll walk and see."

They ended up in a park. It was a dirt road with trees surrounding the entire area, and the sun broke through the tree canopy. Birds were chirping from every angle and there was the sound of a rivulet. Tom walked next to her silently, but Marcy couldn't help but smile at the beautiful sight around her.

"How did you find this place?" She asked with a smile, "It's so beautiful."

"When I was looking for my father, I stumbled across it. Come down here, I want to show you something." Tom took her hand in his, and led her down a small path through the trees. They ended in a large open field where the sun shone down brightly, and purple and white flowers sprinkled across the green floor. She released his hand and stepped into the beautiful field.

"This is amazing." She whispered looking up into the cloudless sky, "It's so open."

"I know, I like it here. It's quiet." They both walked to the middle of the field and sat down next to each other. Marcy sat down first, and Tom followed. There was a long moment of silence, until Marcy looked towards his direction.

"What are you thinking about? You're awfully quiet." Her lips made a small smile, and she blinked. The look she gave was so innocent, she was so innocent, and this place was innocent. Toms intentions were anything but innocent.

"Well, my love, no one plans murder out loud," He laughed, when her eyebrows furrowed. She reached for him and pushed his shoulders back until he was laying down. Her back met the grass next to him, and she turned her head towards Tom.

"You need to learn to relax. It's such a beautiful place, think about something a little more uplifting would you? Something that makes you happy."

"I'll never be happy. No amount of goodness will bring me happiness, so there is no use in trying." He looked over at her, "You bring me an amount of happiness. You are the only good thing I will ever have."

"Tom, you're so special. How can you say such things?"

"Marcy, no one has ever wanted me. You hate me, my father hated me and even at the orphanage I was alone. I hate people. I hate the world and I hate anyone who is happy. Why do they have any right to be happy? I work, I try, yet I am left alone with no one."

"You hate too much. Learn to love." She stated it as if it was the easiest possible thing to accomplish, "Just forget what happened to you in the past, live in the moment. Stop with violence and hatred and open your heart to love. You'll be happy that way."

"I don't need any of that. I know what I want, and I already have half of it."

She cocked an eyebrow, "Half?"

"You are one half and power is the other. When I have both I will be whole, and I won't feel this way." He smiled at his thoughts, "I'll finally be satisfied."

Marcy turned over, so her body was leaning over his, "I care about you too much to allow that." Tom sat up, and wrapped a strand of hair around his finger, growling at her remark, "You don't scare me. You can hurt me all you want, but I am not scared of you." She stated sternly, "I can see the love that you hold inside, I can see it growing every time I look into your eyes. I wish you weren't afraid to show it though." She placed her hand on his cheek, and put her forehead on his, "I'll never give up."

Tom pulled away from her and swiftly stood, pulling her up after him, "You make me consider leaving this life behind me. Taking it all back." He laughed, "But that will never happen." He walked away, when she turned him around.

"Don't you dare do that to me." She scowled, "Do not isolate yourself from me. I hold nothing over you, and I am too attached to let you go now. Tell me what's on your mind."

"You. You're always on my mind." He pulled her into one of his classic breath taking kisses and pulled away as fast as it had come, "you are my best friend, and my life. Losing you would kill me. Losing you would be like a part of me dying." Then she was back in the mansion with Tom by her side, and in her room, "I must go." And he was gone. Just like that he was gone, and he didn't come back for who knows how long.

April 27th 1946

Tom hadn't been back. He had been gone, without a letter or a message of any kind. Everyday he was absent, he bore deeper into Marcys mind, where she finally came to realize, she was so completely and irrationally in love with Tom. In love with him to a point of no return. How she could love such a horrible creature was beyond her, but she could feel it growing everyday deeper inside her, and everyday he was gone. It was just a feeling, that was too strong to ignore. When he was around her infuriated her, but would draw her into him, making her want to be near him. When he was away she was miserable, and would sulk around the house. All the deatheaters were gone and it was just her and the house elves. It was definite: She was in love with Tom Riddle to a point of no return.

"He is home Miss." Brinky said popping her head in Marcys doorframe late one night. A smile grew on her face, and she bolted down the cold stairs, and into the foyer. The moment he opened the door, she jumped up into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist burying her face into his shoulder. He stumbled a moment, and then processed what was happening. His hands brought her body closer to his, and she their lips met instantly. It felt like a century as they stood there together. Tom released first and looked down at her.

"What the hell got into you?" He asked with a toothy smile.

"I missed you… a lot." Tom intertwined his fingers through hers. As they stared at each other, Tom wrapped one arm around her waist and the other under her knees, as he had so many times before, and apparated up to his room, "You've gotten stronger."

"You've gotten smaller, if possible." He placed her on the bed, and absolutely exhausted landed next to her on his stomach and stuffing his face into the pillow, "I'm done in." He stated, muffled by the pillow.

"Where did you go?" She asked rubbing his back with her thumbs, "You were gone for so long. Things got boring around here."

"I had things that needed to get done." He perked up, "I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" She asked with a smile.

"Do you see that book over there?" Marcy moved over to a red book that was lying on his dresser, "Yes that one. Pick it up and be back soon."

"What?" Marcy asked as she picked it up, only to realize she was being lifted out of the room and spinning out of control until everything around her blurred. She let go of the book and fell onto the cold ground. "Portkey." She mumbled as she lifted herself up and looked around to see a small house on a hill with a puffing chimney. She walked over and knocked on the door, "Gregory?" She said completely appalled to be seeing him. He looked around and shut the door behind himself, stepping out into the cold with Marcy.

"What are you doing here? How did you find me?" He said, with a voice of sadness and also… Anger? Maybe, she couldn't quite tell.

"I was sent here, but it doesn't matter. How are you?" She asked, forcing a smile. It had dawned on her that this was her final goodbye, or maybe even a test. Or both? She didn't know, but she was guessing Tom was thinking she would be grateful to see Gregory, but she knew the game Tom had already planned out.

"Your ability to act calm in strange conversations hasn't faded." He chuckled, but immediately got serious again, "Marcy, I've missed you, but I have moved on."

Marcy could feel the rock that just landed in the pit of her stomach. She knew she shouldn't have been upset at all, and that she should be happy for him, but the thought of Gregory with someone else was just too painful Gregory was someone she really cared about, someone she really loved. Then the thought of Tom and someone else caved into her mind and that was what really calmed her down. If it was more painful to picture Tom with someone else, then Gregory with someone else, she wasn't entirely attached… But it was still difficult to let go of Gregory and she still felt rather off about it. "I'm happy for you Gregory, I-I really am. Honest."

"Marcy there will always be that place that you fit in my heart. I'll never be able to fully let you go, but you're with Brutus now and-"

"Brutus?" she was taken back, "I'm not marrying Brutus!"

"You're not? But that's what I heard. I was in a bar only months ago, and the word was that you are marrying Brutus Malfoy." He was now very confused.

"Go to any bar in Europe now, and you'll hear an entirely different story." She muttered. She blinked some tears down her cheeks and smiled half heartedly up at him, "I'm with Tom."

"TOM RIDDLE?" He bellowed. Marcy jumped back at his words in shock.

"Yes…"

"After everything," He stopped and threw his hands over his face, "After everything he's done to you?"

"Brutus has done much worse!" She defended Tom, "Tom knows what he did was wrong. I'll have a better life with Tom."

"Marcy, you're no idiot stop acting like one. You know damn well Tom Riddle is bad news. You know he has no heart and he won't think twice about hurting you." Marcy walked away when Gregory turned her around, "I don't want to walk into a bar one day, and hear about your tragic murder!"

"Greg, stop this! I had to move on, just like you did. I wasn't happy with Brutus." She was crying now, but it didn't show in her voice, "I can't sleep in the same bed as the man who raped me when I was fifteen. I can't face every night, knowing what Brutus will force on me, like I did for so many months. At least I feel relatively comfortable with Tom! Do you have any idea what it's like to get into a bed that you know will end up being a painful flashback of when you were fifteen? Fifteen! I was fifteen and the memory still haunts me! I can't live in a house, where my spouse doesn't have the slightest remorse for hurting me. Where my spouse is an ignorant swine. You moved on and I moved on, this is part of growing up." Marcy walked away towards her book when Gregory ran in front of her, blocking her path to move forward.

"This is killing me." He stated with frustration, "If only I knew about this before I proposed."

"Your fiancé won't appreciate me being here." She whispered

"My wife," he corrected.

"Oh you're married to her! even better!" Marcy maneuvered around him, when he blacked her once more.

"You have to understand, I thought you made a choice! You were taken from me, I didn't know!"

"Gregory I have to go," She looked up into his hazel eyes, "Send me a letter or something." He nodded his head and let her pass. She grabbed the book and shut her eyes tightly, landing in the room with a sob. She brought her knees to her face and buried her face into them completely hysterical.

"What happened love?" Tom asked scooping her off of the ground and placing her on the bed next to him. She shook her head and buried herself into his chest.

"He's married." She sobbed, "and I know I shouldn't be upset but I am." Tom rocked her back and forth for a while until she was silent.

'It's like taking care of a child.' He thought silently.

'You're mad, that she's upset. Don't deny it to yourself.'

He turned her over and dried her face with his hand. He took off her dress and she didn't protest, he removed her stockings as well, again, without protest and then covered her with the blankets of his own bed. Tom sat down next to her and stroked her hair for a while until she calmed down. She leaned up and kissed him for a while. His lips moved down to her neck,and she pulled off his shirt. What happened after that was completely unpredictable and unexplained. It was an impulse of the two, but at the same moment they knew what was happening. It wasn't an act of loveless lust. It was an act of compassion and care. It was an act of love.

Marcys eyelids fluttered open, and she looked beside her at Toms peaceful face, then down at herself she was covered by a thin sheet but that was all.

'I was hoping that was a dream' she thought as she her eyes roved over Tom. He was not covered by the sheets but was wearing his boxers, 'he always puts his boxers back on!' She thought with a small laugh. It was true. Ever since she and Tom had slept in the same bed, sexual encounter or not he always ended up in just his boxers. She on the other hand was not so lucky. She leaned over the bed and found her knickers and slipped them on, then leaned over and shook Tom awake. His eyes slowly opened and he smiled up at her.

"Hello love." He kissed the top of her forehead then looked out the window, "Why are we awake?" It was around two in the morning, "It's still dark outside."

"I know, but I woke up." She argued, propping herself up on her hand.

"You're hungry aren't you?" He said raising his eyebrows. She nodded her head, and he laughed, "I am too. Neither of us ate." He waved his wand and a house elf, whom Marcy had never seen appeared in the room, "Dinner. Bring whatever you see fit up to this room. Understand?" The elf nodded and was gone.

"We're eating up here?" She asked as Tom flicked on the light that was next to his bed.

"Yes, I don't feel like eating at a table. I'm half asleep Marcy."

"I'm not complaining, you just don't strike me as someone who doesn't eat at a table." They both laughed, and Tom tossed her one of his button downs. She pulled it on and pushed the sheets off of herself, with a yawn. "You tricked me."

"I did." He agreed, "It worked pretty well too."

"You shouldn't do that to someone. Get them at their weakest point and take advantage of it. It's not fair. You weaken me." the house elf brought them their food and they ate on the bed. Marcy chewed on her cornbread, "It's like you paralyze my mind and I make hasty decisions."

"Well, you agreed when I asked, and you were much more anxious than I was, so I don't think it's fair to criticize me, if you said no I probably wouldn't have argued or pushed for more." He took a bite of his lamb.

"Right, but like I said, my mind was hazy. It wasn't even enjoyable."

Tom choked a bit, and looked up at her, "excuse me? You were more than enjoyed. You said you loved me and you practically begged for it. I think the experience was pretty much everything I've been waiting for."

"Waiting?" She asked in shock, "What do you mean?"

"The last time I had sex with anybody was with you, and I was drunk so I barely remember it. For the record, as much as I wanted to I controlled myself. I was very faithful actually while you were not. I'm sure Brutus and yourself had an interesting sex life for the time you were together." Tom smirked a bit and Marcy rolled her eyes.

"Are you really going to bring that up?"

"I'm just stating what I believe." Tom defended himself. I wouldn't say anything if I didn't"

"Yes well, he forced a lot of things on me, but intercourse was not one of them. I don't want to talk about it." She said tossing her plate to the side.

"I understand. Touchy subject. Well, I enjoyed it." He said turning off the light next to him. They closed their eyes and quickly fell asleep.