One girl managed to get Tom Riddle to fall in love with her. He became her drug, whilst he was drunk on her love. The only person in the way of seeing their love to be true is Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Will they manage to fa...
I woke up at 6:30, to a barn owl pecking my hand. Inside the owl's beak was a parcel and a letter. I took the parcel and letter off of the owl and fed it a treat. I looked around my room and saw that nobody else was in the dorm at the moment so I opened the letter.
Dear Jana,
I hope you are enjoying your first night and that you will enjoy your first day at Hogwarts. Remember to look for a suitable husband. He must be from a rich pureblood family and have manners. If he is handsome that will be a bonus. If I hear that you have been socialising with any half-bloods or mudbloods, don't think about coming home. In the parcel a family heirloom, don't lose because again don't bother coming home. We miss you very much and we hope you enjoy yourself.
Yours Truly,
Your Mother and Father
I placed the letter on top of the parcel, and stared at the parcel. I looked at my hands and then back at the parcel. Of course it was from them, of course they send me something I don't want. I got out of bed and went to shower, before getting into my school uniform. By the time I walked down to the common room it was 7:10, not many people were down there either. Sat in one armchair right next to the fire was Tom. I smirked and went to sit next to him.
"Good Morning Tom," I told him, plopping myself into the opposite chair. He stared and stared at me, eyes filled withe rage. Once he looked into my eyes the rage died down but was still there.
"What do you want?" He asked, I raised my eyebrow at him.
"When's breakfast?" I replied, he looked at me with a confused expression. I gave him my best innocent look I could muster. Tom stood up and walked off out of the common room. I lent back into my chair and laughed. I saw female Parkinson coming down the stairs, and didn't want any trouble this early in the morning so I walked out of the common room.
I walked towards the Great Hall, where students from other houses were filling in. I walked towards the Slytherin table and sat down.
"Do you feel the need to follow me and sit near me? Parkinson must be right, you must be trying to get my attention." I looked to my left and saw Tom next to me.
"Sorry love but you actually think Parkinson has ever had a smart thought in her life. I don't need to follow you around and be near you for your attention because, Tom, I already have it." With that I stood up and moved next to another student, Tom's eyes followed me where I went. I could feel the confused look he was giving me as I sat next to a brunette girl. I looked over at him, stared straight into his eyes and winked cheekily at him. Dropping my gaze from Tom's eyes, I turned to the girl next to me. She lifted her eyes at me, and judged me. "Hello."
"Hi." The girl replied, I smirked at her. She held her gaze, challenging me. "I'm Eileen Prince. I saw what you said to Daisy Parkinson, it was...entertaining." I shook her held out hand.
"Jana Frepn."
*Tom's POV*
I watched as Jana walked away from me. She was different from all the other girls here. Jana didn't try getting my attention, and she was right. She didn't need to try because she already had it. I continued to stare at her as she sat down next to Eileen Prince. Jana turned around and challenged me with her emerald green eyes. Her copper hair fell in front of her perfectly rounded face as she turned to Prince. I wanted to move the hair out of her face and - stop it Tom, stop thinking about her. You don't like her. I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. A blonde hair came and sat in front of me.
"Tom." I nodded in acknowledgement, however my mind kept drifting towards the red haired beauty sat a few meters from me. "The new girl, Frepn, she's a sight. I might make her mine." My head snapped towards the blonde haired male.
"Don't you dare touch her, Malfoy." I growled at him.
"Why do you want her for yourself?" He asked, I ignored the question completely. "Come on Tom, I'm the closet thing you have to a friend."
"You will not make her your toy clear?" He nodded his head, "Now either shut up or leave."
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Sorry this was late and short. However I threw in Toms POV, he seems to be feeling something for a certain red haired beauty.
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