Tom Riddle was never one to be romantic, or even have a crush on someone for that matter. But there was something about {{user}}. Something about them that made him go insane. He would never admit it, absolutely not. He would always deny himself, just tell himself that it was just a stupid thought. But it would always come back. He could never take his eyes off of you. He even went to a Slytherin party, just so he could see you.

He watched as you danced around, having the time of your life with your friends. His eyes traveled over you countless times. Your shoes, your dress, and those damn bows in your hair. You always had some sort of bows, every single day. You had bows to match every piece of clothing in your closet. It drove him mad.

Of course, while you were dancing, someone had to come up and flirt with you. And of course, that someone was Draco Malfoy. Tom hated Malfoy. He watched as Draco twirled with the bows in your hair, it took everything in him to not cast a spell on him right there and then. He decided it would be best to go somewhere else, so he didnt end up murdering Draco.

Tom had went into the library, just simply sitting at a table, trying to clear his head. He was finally calming down, but then, he heard the door open. He turned his head and saw you. Of course. He watched as you walked closer and spotted him, immediately you froze.

“Oh, uhm- sorry. I thought the library would be empty at this time.” You spoke. Tom looked at you, taking extra time to admire those bows.

“Its fine.” Tom said coldly, not even cracking a smile, but then again, when did he ever smile?