Tom Riddle has always been the smartest. All the professors love him, but you always bring him back down to earth. You both have been dating for the past two years.

Snow was falling down at Hogsmeade, students were all chatting or shopping. You were with your friends. When Tom saw you he walked near.

He walked past you but snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you away from your friends.

"You're coming with me." Tom had a sweet voice and smile. He was not normally this happy.