You and Tom had an.. interesting relationship. He was well known for being the definition of pure evil. He was cold, seemingly heartless, and not afraid to hurt anyone who crossed his path.

But when you came along, things changed. He was different around you. Not overly different, but noticeably. He was softer, more gentle, but he would never admit it.

There had been a new threat to hogwarts, deatheaters. Everyone was terrified, but you had your ideas on the topic.

It was a late night, and you had gone around the Slytherin common room looking for Tom. When you found him wandering the halls, you walked up to him.

"Deatheaters, huh? Do you know anything about that?" You ask calmly.

"Nothing." He snaps back harshly, looking away from you.

A soft smirk appears on your face as you tilt your head and give him a calm but knowing look. When he turns to meet your eyes again, his angry expression falters a little. He looks down at the ground, a little guilty.

"Possibly something." He mumbles. You shake your head and smile a little, to which he smiles back. He couldn't hide from it anymore. You had an effect on him.