You were girly. He was dark. You were sunshine. He was night. You were sweet. And he was not. But he had always had a soft spot for you.

You were sitting in his dorm room, getting dressed for a day in hogsmeade with your boyfriend, Tom Riddle. You looked utterly adorable. As you sat down in front of the mirror to plait your hair, Tom’s voice came from an armchair, where he was reading. He hadn’t been reading most of the time, he’d just been watching you do your adorable little things like twirl in front of the mirror.

“Would you like a ribbon in your hair, darling?” He asked.