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A gentle breeze flew in the long moon lit halls, as the some owls perched on the high windows. You could see the full moon from the windows, and a howl echoed from the forbidden forest, making Hartley jump slightly as she scurried quietly after Tom, who was definitely enjoying her distress.

"Jumpy, are we ?"

Hartley didn't had to see his face to know he was sneering, making fun of a griffindor's dare, how ironic.

"Definitely not"

Tom smirked slightly, stopping suddenly on the fifth floor, turning to her, as his eyes glinted in the moonlight, a single strand of jet black hair falling on his forehead.

Hartley definitely didn't see him stopping as she collided straight with his chest, a dark red spreading on her cheeks when she realised what happened.

He smirked slightly as he put a hand around her shoulder, making her look up at him "now now griffindor, use your eyes".

If Hartley hadn't been blushing bad already, now she was a bright red, trying to form words which didn't come out.

She stepped back slightly, making him remove his hand from her shoulder, as she leaned against the railing, trying to calm her teenage hormones which exploded on the sight of this fucking slytherin always.

"how were you ever chosen as a prefect ?", Tom's voice cut through the air like a whip, getting Hartley out of her thoughts to look at him with an intense glare.

"Because I am definitely way more helpful than some people, I guess", her voice didn't shake this time, and Tom would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised. She knew how to defend herself, and she was definitely good with a wand, he had heard that, she was definitely –

A sudden noise from the broom closet nearby made both of them turn to it, and Hartley groaned audibly "not them again".

Tom walked to the cupboard in long steps, opening it with gently to reveal the very expected, a ravenvclaw couple in a little compromised situation.

Hartley sighed, shaking her head lightly before walking over to him, not looking at the couple in the closet "please get out".

"20 points from ravenvclaw" Tom chimed in, a devious smile on his face as he looked over at the now 'out of the closet' couple.

Hartley looked at him with a surprised look before looking at the two ravenvclaw's "head to your common room, please".

They walked off, leaving behind a distressed Hartley with a boy who definitely would be the death of her, quite literally.

Tom looked at her, his eyes assessing the way her brown locks fell on her shoulders, the way her cheeks were still tinted with a hint of red, her doe like eyes, looking everywhere but at him, she was so in his control already.

"I think that's enough embarrassment for you today, gri –"

"Hartley, my name is Hartley Joseph" she cut him off, looking straight at him, she was done with his arrogance.

Tom looked at her bemused, no one had ever cut him off while he spoke, this girl was so oblivious what she was getting herself into.

"Tom Riddle" his voice carried a hint of bitterness, a bitterness which came because if his stupid muggle father, whom he hated more than anyone ever.

"I know" Hartley muttered discreetly, shoving her hands in her pockets, not looking at him.

"I think you might want to go in your dorm now" Tom walked closer, his demeanor changing in a second as he placed a finger under her chin, making her look at him "it's getting too late for a pretty doll like you to be out".

Hartley looked at him with wide eyes as her breath hitched, and she fell for an absolute loss of words, and her teenage hormones exploded again, her heart hammering against her ribcage.

Tom smirked, satisfied with her reaction, as he winked at her before walking off, leaving her in a pool of emotions which knew no end.

Saturday morning was loud in the Great Hall. The general uproar of students filling in and going out, added to the clanking of utensils with the usual but louder chats of the students. Students in the third year were particularly excited to go to Hogsmeade, the elder ones more interested in the things it offered. There was already a small line at the gates, waiting for Professor McGonagall to check them out. Even in all this uproar the Slytherin table was the quietest, filled with students who placed manners before enjoyment. A certain group though, sat together loudly passing comments on the passer-by's.

"But Malfoy I still can't believe chic said no to you –" William Avery sipped his butterbeer as he spoke, looking at the blonde sitting in front of him, bemused.

"She wanted time to think, it's perfectly alright" Abraxas Malfoy rolled his eyes, wiping his mouth with a tissue.

"Mate" Daniel Nott, who as usual left the ravenvclaw table to sit with his friends, spoke in a serious voice "that's a polite way of saying fuck off".

William and Daniel erupted in loud laughter, with Isadora Rosier trying not to laugh but failing miserably.

"Leave the poor boy all be guys" Rabastan Lestrange spoke after the laughter subsided, looking at his friends.

"Yeah of course Stan, go protect your dear friend" Isadora joked, leaning in "but really Abraxas, you got looks, money, manners and of course the hair, what more does the girl want ?"

"Are you not good in the bed, mate ?" Daniel piped in, looking at Abraxas with a sneer.

"Shut Up Nott –"

"Hit a nerve there mate", William chuckled loudly, his arm wrapped around Isadora's waist, who leaned in the touch, as always.

Isadora was a girl who thought love is the best thing ever, and wanted love more than anything else. Despite being a Slytherin, she trusted too easily and had her heart broken more times than she could remember. William and Isadora never dated, they were childhood friends, but something about him always made Isadora wild and little did she knew William had some similar interests. But it's not a fairy tale, stories never have a happily ever after here.

"Gryffindor are the easiest to get in beds" Rabastan stated in a matter of fact voice "that lot like challenges".

"Ah, talking about Gryffindors" Isadora looked at the group with a smirk "a particular gryffindor has earned some attention from Tom recently".

Daniel choked on his drink, coughing violently "WHAT –"

"Stop joking Isa" Abraxas said in a serious voice "Tom would torture you if he learns".

"Look for yourself idiots" Isadora snarked before pointing to a brunette at the gryffindor table, who was sitting with two friends of hers, laughing. But what she didn't notice was the pair of eyes from the slytherin table that were fixed at her, with a smirk on the face of the feared slytherin.

"Merlin's Bloody Pants –"

Isadora grinned satisfied "I bet 50 galleons, he's upto something".

"We don't need you to tell us Isa" Daniel said in a monotone "We can see it".

Sitting beside Tom, an enraged Cassiopeia Black had her jaw set as she looked at Tom staring at the gryffindor. She adored Tom, her Tom, and she would do anything to keep his hers, absolutely anything, and she wasn't afraid of killing someone.