"Miss. Rowe" I was stopped by the professor Slughorns voice. I looked behind at the chubby man. "Do you want to join the Slug club, it's only for excellent students?"

"I would absolutely love to Professor."

"Nine, bring the book." Riddle commanded me. I would love to punch him in his perfect face, to watching him stumbled back while bleeding. To see him have that crazy look in his like. I want him to want to kill me, to have me.

That is why I'm walking out of the girls dormitory, down the creaking old wooden stairs. There was no light in the common room, were is he?

"Your are late." I was startled my the warm breath behind me, the smell of green apple and rain covered forest submerged me. He was so tall against me, casting a shadow from which I couldn't get out.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to give me the book?" I almost threw the book at him, without a word sat on the soft furthest away from him.

It was quite, but soon we were interrupted by the creaking of the heavy door. It opened slowly, revealing a guy who showed no expression on his face in greeting us with a warm hello.

Leaning against the door he had a raspberry-flavoured lollipop sticking out from his mouth. He looked absolutely lean and tall on his semi-formal attire, pressed black trousers hung lowly around his waist and white sleeves rolled up just above his elbow, leaving the top most of his shirt unbuttoned.

His dark hair was tousled, fairly tossed backward and uneven strands sticking against his sweaty forehead.

"Dolohov," said Tom without turning around, it looked like he knew who was going to come in.

"Riddle." The boy whose name Walburga one time said its Antonin, said trought gritted teeth. They don't like eachother, you could see that from the way Antonin looks at Tom.

"Had a fun night out with your friends?" Riddle said, the word friends was somehow off, telling me that Antonin was actually not out with his real friends.

"Oh very, you should have come, those big tits would even put a smile on your face."

The room fell silent as Antonin Dolohov slowly made his way towards me.

"You are a new one, am I right?" He asked, I nodded stretching out my hand. "Myra." He took it and shaked it "Antonin."

Antonin and I talked for a minute or two, we talked about our classes and about Slug club, which is going to take place tomorrow. "So you hang out with Riddle?" He was interested in our relationship, probably because he knew that Tom Riddle doesn't "hang out". "Sometimes, only for school matters." I lied, but he doesn't need to know that.

"Pity, I thought that Riddle finally agreed to some fun." Winking at me, he slowly but gracefully walked up the stairs, not without bidding us a goodnight.

"He's one of your friends?" I asked Tom, but it seemed like I asked a ghost because no answer came. "I can tell that hes not by that awful frown on you fac-" I a second my face was in a grasp of his hand.

For the first time I feared for my life.

"We are not friends Rowe, It seems you have forgotten that. I don't ask you anything and you don't ask me. So mind your own business, girl."

He didn't leave my face from his hands, he held it and it was painful.

"You wish Riddle." I whispered, his eyes going back and forth to mine.

That didn't seem to please him, so without a word he left leaving a red mark on my chin. As I got up a headache started to form, this is going to be the death of me.

My book laid open on the table, pages still warm from his touch that seemed to burn my face.