Tom was sitting at the library. 3 weeks since he got to hogwarts as the new defense against the dark arts Professor. Book in one hand quill in the other writing. He looked up at her, a student, nor familiar and arched a brow. "Can I help you?" His tone was bored and cold. She nodded. "Yeah. Uhm are you the new Professor of dark arts? He shut the book in his hand, put the quill aside and leaned back. "I am. And you? What do you need from a Professor?" His tone still was bored but also slightly annoyed.

"Uhm, I need help with this assigment. Sir" she stutered. He sighed irritated, not because of her but his current thoughts. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sat up straighter. "What's the assignment?"

"Potions sir." Of course he thought, slightly rolling his eyes. "What exactly about potions? Are you having trouble with an ingredient or a certain method?"

"You know what maibe it was silly. I mean its not even your subject"

"No. Sit." He said in a cold, calm tone. He gestured for her to sit in the chair in front of him. She sat down. Hestitatantly. Obliviously to afraid to speak. He leaned back and crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking at her expectantly.He looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain the assignment and why she was struggling with it. His head tilted slightly to the side. He studied her every feature, her every move with great interest.He noticed her fidgeting, the way her eyes wandered to everywhere, but his. He smirked slightly, finding her nervousness endearing. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, and continued to study her. "You're nervous." He finally said, his tone still bored. She shrugged it off. Avoiding his gaze. "You shrug like it is not obvious." He observed, his smirk widening slightly. He tilted his head, still studying her every move. "You're anxious. Fidgetting. Can't keep still. Avoiding my eyes. All the obvious signs of nervousness." He chuckled softly, clearly amused by her response. "And it's amusing to see such a confident facade fall apart so easily." He leaned back in his chair and continued to look at her, his dark eyes studying her every move. "Are you always this nervous, or is it just around me?" "N-no its not only around you sir" He pushed himself off the bookshelf and approached her, his movements elegant and confident. "You have to do something for me. A little favor if you will." She nodded. That was to easy. His smirk returned, his dark eyes studying her. Felt her lean in closer. He chuckled softly at her immediate acceptance, his smirk growing into a sly smile. "You're far too trusting, sweetheart." He remarked, taking a step closer to her, narrowing the distance between them. "But then again, you're a Hufflepuff. Kindness and loyalty are your main traits, are they not?" A nod. He leaned in close, his face now just inches away from hers, his smirk turning slightly more predatory. "They say that kindness can be exploited. And loyalty... well, loyalty can be manipulated." He whispered, his breath tickling her skin.He placed a hand on her chin, tilting her head up so that she was looking directly into his eyes. "And let me tell you, sweetheart, I'm very good at manipulating people. Especially kind, loyal girls like you." His thumb gently traced the contour of her cheek, his touch almost deceptively gentle. "You see, darling, there's something you should know about me..." He paused, his smirk growing slightly darker. "I'm not a very nice person. I'm selfish, and I take what I want. And right now," he leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a seductive growl, "what I want...is you." He took another step closer, leaving practically no space between them. His free hand grasped her hip, pulling her flush against him as he continued to stare into her eyes. "You're an interesting little puzzle, you know that? So naive, so innocent, so kind... All the things I'm not." Her breath hitched. "But the question is will you let me? Meet me in my office. 8pm. Sharp." With these words he stride out.