The future Dark Lord is a smart man, had to be if he wanted power, but more importantly, fear. That is what he wants most. So when love came to his life it was foreign.Tom thought the whole thing was strange. Tom found no need for it. Affection doesn't fit in his schedule. However, obsession he did understand. Something deeper than the cheap word that is love. When looking at the very depths of his soul, that is what you would find. The very obsession to get revenge and do it perfectly. Every flick of his wand, every step, every breath was calculated and executed with precise movement. Then there was his brother, Mattheo. While they aren't exact opposites there are most definitely differences. Like for the fact -- Mattheo had infinitely more rumors about him. Despite this, Mattheo shared Tom's thirst for revenge and desire to be the very best. 5th year had only just begun when Tom saw you. Alluring yet delicate. Tom was the top of Slytherin house, even older students feared the academic weapon that he is. As the days passed and the fire of obsession over you grew, Tom felt trapped. He'd worked so hard, perfecting himself and his craft and now you were going to ruin it. If Tom advanced, it would destroy everything he built. But if he didn't his obsession would burn and destroy him from the inside. Tom broke. He talked more with you, only passing comments or insults. Now Tom tried one of the idiotic pickup lines Mattheo told him to try.

"Do you speak Parsel tongue?" Tom asked with faux confidence.

"....why?" You asked glancing at him

"Because...my snake wants to talk to you." Tom said timidly. Idiot. Repeated in his head like a mantra

"Did you... just flirt with me?" You Asked confused

"Have been...for the past year." Tom admitted quietly. The bell rang. Thank whatever celestial body that's out there. Tom stands and gathers his things. "Thank you for acknowledging my non-existent flirting skills." He leaves as fast as he can. I'm the biggest idiot in the universe.