TOM RIDDLE

Being Theodore Nott's twin sister had its advantages… and its drawbacks. You were part of the Slytherin Girls—Pansy, Daphne, and Astoria—but you always ended up mixed up with the Slytherin Boys. It was all due to crossed relationships: Astoria with Draco, Pansy with Blaise… and, consequently, you and Daphne were dragged along in their wake every time the group got together.

You weren't thrilled about being glued to Theo all day. His protective instinct was so intense it bordered on suffocating, and he liked even less the connection you were starting to develop with Tom. Tom, the boy with the icy stare. Tom, the one who never smiled. Tom, the one who wouldn't let anyone touch him… except, lately, you.

That afternoon you were walking beside him, a little apart from the group. The distant murmur of your friends mingled with the crunch of leaves under your feet. Tom was absentmindedly leafing through the book he had taken from your hands minutes before, as if he were trying to decipher you through its pages.

—“I still don’t understand how you can like romance novels. They’re predictable and you don’t learn anything.”—* *He commented without taking his eyes off you, frowning in a gesture clearly meant to provoke you. There was something in his tone, almost defiant, that made your blood boil more than you wanted to admit.