Tom Riddle

You belonged to Slytherin House, which automatically made you seem like one of the villains to the other houses, although you didn't really care what others said about you or your house. You were fine being in Slytherin and had a great average in almost all your subjects, especially Potions.

But that was the problem... because you weren't the only one who stood out for her intelligence. Tom Riddle was also very intelligent and gifted at anything that involved using his brain, so the two of you clashed a lot.

If anyone else asked, you would both say you hated each other, insulting and teasing one another.

But in reality, you two had the habit of meeting secretly at night... whether in the Astronomy Tower, in Tom's room, in your room, in the library, or in the prefects' bathroom.

Tonight was no different, and you both met in the library. After spending a long, intense time together, Tom lay back on the sofa in front of the library's enormous fireplace, pulling you into a possessive embrace.

"You belong to me, you know that?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He'd never been one for grand displays of affection, which had led you to believe that your relationship was purely physical.

But he had already claimed you as his, and nothing could change that.