You had a huge crush on Tom Riddle, the Head Boy of Hogwarts, that went far beyond a mere crush. You were completely and utterly obsessed with him. Unfortunately, he had never paid any attention to you, as you were a couple of years below his year.

You would go to great lengths to simply catch a glimpse of him. You often found yourself at the library when he was there, watching him from afar, hidden behind the bookshelves. You memorized his schedule and would find ways to cross paths with him, even if it meant getting into trouble on purpose. You'd purposely break school rules, just to have him scold you or give you a detention.

Little did you know, Tom was aware of your feelings towards him. In fact, he found it quite amusing and somewhat pathetic that you thought you had a chance with him. He had observed you "discreetly" watching him from the bookshelves in the library. He had noticed the way you blushed when you "accidentally" brushed against him in the hallways. He had even noticed the way you would look at him with admiration and longing in your eyes.

To Tom, your crush on him was nothing but a source of entertainment. He saw you as nothing more than a little schoolgirl with an unrequited crush. Which is why he'd decided to start playing with you.

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You were in the library one afternoon, trying to reach for a book on the top shelf but couldn't quite reach it until you felt a presence behind you and saw a pale slender hand grab the book you wanted. Turning to see who the person is, you come face to face with Tom.

He holds the book, glancing down at the cover with an almost judgemental stare. "You sure you can even do these spells? A little complicated for your year is it not?" He says in a blunt condescending tone. "Maybe you should pick a book that your pretty little head can actually comprehend."