I pull my top back on and get up walking towards the door.

'Where are you going?' His icy tone reaches me.

'Back to my dorm' I smile, knowing he can see it in the pale moonlight coming through his window.

'Why not stay here?'

'Tom, you know I can't. Besides I think your dorm mates deserve to get some sleep, we can't keep banning them from their own beds.'

I can tell he is not happy, I can just about make out his annoyed countenance. He starts shifting about his bed. 'I will walk you back.'

'You don't have to'

'It is dangerous, walking alone and this time of night.'

'Nobody would dare touch me Tom, you know that, everyone knows I am yours.'

That made him smile. He got up, making no attempt to cover himself up, and walked over to me. We looked into each others eyes, 'I love you' I told him, we kissed long and hard, I felt his arousal and wanted nothing more to wrap my legs around him as he claimed me once again, but I knew I had to get back to my dorm.

'Tom,' I groaned, whilst grappling behind me for the door knob, 'I really need to go'

'Fine' He broke off kissing me. 'Sit with your house for breakfast, I will see you in potions, don't be late.' He orders me curtly.

I nod and kiss him once more before I leave.

I quickly make my way back to Gryffindor tower.

When I get to my dorm, I quietly slip in, change into my pyjama's and noiselessly climb into bed. It's late, past midnight, everybody else is fast asleep. I know I need to get some sleep, I do feel quite exhausted, but when I lay down in bed I am suddenly wide awake. It doesn't seem to matter how tired I am, I just can't switch off. I know what it is. It is this whole relationship thing. When I came back here it was with the sole intention of changing the future. We had lost, Harry was dead and that wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Good should have prevailed and it didn't. Evil had won and with it the consequences were horrific, I had no one left, Harry and Ron were dead as well as so many others. Now that the battle was over. Voldemort and the Death Eaters could focus on exterminating muggleborns and ruling over England. Then they would move on to the continent and then the world. No one would be able to stop him, as the prophecy had said Harry was the only one with the ability to and now he was dead. Even if the ones left over from the order had put up a resistance, what would we have been fighting for? We would never get things back to how they were supposed to be. It didn't take me long to realise that something drastic had to happen, Luck wasn't on our side, so somehow we had to stack the odds. That's how I came up with the plan to go back in time and stop him before he became too powerful. My decision made it was surprising how easily I found a way to travel back, all it took was the right spell over the right time turner and it happened. I mean I had to invent the spell, but it just seemed so simple.

When I got back here I had to decide how to carry out my task. He was already a lot stronger than I expected, and he had a loyal support network. He was popular and clever, and he had a way with people, pretty much everyone he interacted with he had eating out of his hand. One of the only exceptions was Dumbledore. He was not yet headmaster but the transfiguration professor and he was my ticket into the school. I went to him and explained the little stuff that I could. He helped me get a place in the school and invented a back story for me. Once in I just had to keep tags on Riddle, find out what he was up to so that I could formulate a plan of action. Turns out it really wasn't very hard to do that because we were both so good in classes we ended up interacting a lot. As hard as it was to admit, he was smarter than me, but only just. He just had this really good way of grasping things that no one else could keep up with. I did come a pretty close second though, and I think that is why he started taking notice of me.

Over the months, we ended up spending a lot of time together for one reason or another, and as the time wore on it got harder and harder for me to remind myself who he really was. No I am lying to myself, I always remembered who he was, his mask was good but I knew what I was looking out for and I saw plenty to show me that he was already well on his way to becoming Lord Voldemort, but other thoughts and feelings started to get in the way, and it has all led up to this moment.

I am deeply in love with him. I know what he is capable of, I see signs everyday, but nothing ever prepared me for this feeling, no one ever warned me of how much it can change a persons character. Love is the thing that saved Harry all them years ago, now I worry that love is what will doom everyone. The worst part of all is that there is a little bit of me that doesn't care, the little part that only wants Tom Riddle consequences be damned.