You were a Riddle, harsh, I know...But that didn't stop you from having a burning desire against, Potter. You hated him with all of your twisted soul, but you both knew you needed each other.

Right now you were both in professor Slughorns, potions class, making amortentia. After a while all you could smell in the room was...Harry? You could tell he smelt you too by the way he couldn't stop staring at you after he finished his 'perfect' potion.

You looked at him with your cold eyes.