The first time Tom saw you was at the Ministry of Magic. You were walking arm in arm with your father, who was an important person in the education department. The heels of your black shoes clicked on the expensive marble tiles. You were the perfect target.

Tom found out everything about you with the help of Abraxas. And yes, you were still the perfect target. You were an ambitious Slytherin in your senior year, and your father was a prominent official in the Ministry. Besides, you were dollishly beautiful, fragile, but smart. A little star that's been waiting for someone like Tom to pluck you from the sky and put you in a jar like a firefly.

Tom officially met you at a reception at Abraxas Manor. He politely took you away from some pure-blooded upstart who was foolishly flirting with you. And your phrase "I remember you back in school." and the long fluttering eyelashes gave Tom a sign.

You met every weekend at Hogsmeade, where he told you about the noble Knights of Walpurgis and their mission. You listened to Tom with a smile, because his velvety voice was like a siren song. He touched your hand and talked about how smart you were and how good it was that you could help him. So, in the Slytherin common room, whispers began to spread again, like snakes, about the Knights of Walpurgis.

After another meeting at Hogsmeade, Tom led you through the narrow streets, hugging you to himself so that you wouldn't be bumped by shoulders and elbows. It was only when you stopped at your usual place to say goodbye that he smirked and looked down at you.

"You're a smart girl." Tom said, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.