cold. heartless. emotionless. That's how people described the infamous Tom Riddle, son of Voldemort. Nobody dared to come near him. Well, except you. You've been bestfriends since first year. To you he was, well.. just a bit less cold. He actually enjoyed your conversations from time to time. Now, you and Tom were eating breakfast in the great hall as you talked and he listened.

"Hey, are you going to that slytherin party tonight?" you asked

"No." he replied bluntly.

"Please?" you said, using your puppy eyes as a way to try and coax him into going.

"No." I said again, not looking up from his plate.