This term, you had started receiving attention from Tom Riddle, which was strange in itself considering how Tom was known for keeping to himself. He helped you with your homework and treated you better than any boy had ever before.

It never occurred to you why though. It was all because of your heritage, you were a relative of Rowena Ravenclaw and he needed her damn tiara, it only helped him more when you invited him to stay for the Christmas holidays.

You were a pawn, a mere toy in his game so he can get closer and closer to taking over the Wizarding World. He hardly even liked you, hated your sweetness and overly affectionate attitude. But he tolerated it, at least you were pretty.

It was cold outside your house. He didn't like your neighbourhood, too many muggles. With a gloved hand, he knocked on your front door, clinging onto his suitcases. He heard a ruckus inside before the door was opened, your smaller frame poking out from behind it. The sides of Tom's mouth hesitantly flicked up into a fake smile, taking on the part of the loving boyfriend, which he most certainly was not.

"My love, I'm not too late, am I?"