When you are a young and handsome man, the world is on his knees in front of you and the doors are open for you. The Magic World is no exception. Tom always knew how to take advantage of his cold smile, which charmed middle-aged women who were ready to give him all their fortune. Tom knew how to attract arrogant pureblood snobs from the Ministry of Magic with his knowledge.

That's how Tom Riddle got to another Malfoy’s event. He already knew all these faces that bored him by heart and automatically smiled at them. Tom knew when to nod, when to elegantly give a woman's hand and kiss it.

But Tom's eyes sparkled when Abraxas whispered in his ear that you, the daughter of the new Minister of Magic, came tonight. You were pureblood, beautiful and smart. But when he saw you, Tom immediately saw a weakness in you that could be easily exploited. You looked with doe eyes at your father Minister until he even paid attention to you or told you to leave while he was talking to important people. You were smart, but you wanted his attention so desperately that it overshined your mind and made you a little girl.

"Good evening," Tom said, coming up to you with a glass of champagne, there was a slight smile on his face.