A/N:
Ok, so I really wasn't going to update today, but I can't just post pictures on here so I had to...

If ANY of you live in or near London, you HAVE TO GO TO PRIMARK! The one at Westfield in Stratford.
Seriously drop whatever you're doing and go! They're selling Harry Potter clothes!
I was fangirling so hard yesterday(05.01.2015), that people stared at me...

I've attached a picture of the things that I bought.

Enjoy;)
Much love
Jamz
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"The Serpent's Teeth"
(A Tom Riddle love story)

13th January 1945
Monday

Transfiguration with Professor Dumbledore has just come to an end and Tracey and I are walking merrily chattering down to the dungeons.

Today Tom and I will be continuing to brew on our potion, and I'm finally going to talk to him again.

The glances have become more envious and malicious, at least from the female side.

Tom seems to have noticed this, because he gave me a small smile at breakfast.

I immediately felt better.

If he takes it so calmly, I can do that too.

Nevertheless, I have to tell him what Jean said to me.

For some reason, I am sure that she is not the only one who thinks like that.

Sure, I know that he is popular and looks better than me.

But I'm not that ugly, that I would have to resort to such means to get a boyfriend.

I am more angry than intimidated because of their reactions.

Who do they all think they are?

The room is already open and students are already present.

Tom is already there, bent over our cauldron.

With a smile I walk over to him and greet Professor Slughorn with a nod as I pass his table.

"Hello," I greet him and put my hand on his back in passing.

"Morning," he says and writes something down on a piece of parchment before he looks at me.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yes, certainly," I reply perplexed.

He raises an eyebrow.
"Are you sure?"

"Yes. A girl from my house has is giving me some trouble, but it's all right," I reassure him.

"What did she say?"
He demands to know.

"She said that I bewitched you," I whisper and bite my lip.

She accused me exactly of what his mother did back then.

"Who said that?"
Tom hisses at me.

"It doesn't matter Tom, it's not that important." I wave off.

He takes a big step towards me.
"Not so important? Hazel, you're not my mother! You are neither sick nor weak! I forbid it that someone insults my girlfriend!"

"I can take care of myself."

"That's my job! You belong to me! I'll protect what's mine! "

"Tom," I calmly place my hands on his chest.

"If someone says something bad to me again, you'll be the first one to know, ok?"

"I'll take your word for it," he growls and turns back to the cauldron.

Sighing slightly, I place my required documents on the table and then stand next to him.

"So, what are we doing today?"

Together we go for lunch.

The now standard glances that are thrown at me in the hallways, hit me straight away.

A wide fan of emotions can be seen in them.

Anger, surprise, confusion, hatred and even admiration.

The latter occurs very sporadically.

Everyone seems to know it now.

Our joint appearance seems to confirm the rumors.

The Head Boy, together with a Gryffindor.

We seem to be the number one topic right now.

I find the attention more than unpleasant.

Above all, Dumbledore's searching glances seem to turn into compassion every time when he realizes that I don't look at him.

I know that he already mistrusts Tom here.

Tom and his friends are a group of dark glamor.

A motley crew of our year and some younger then us.

Weak who seek shelter, fame, power and protection.

Some of them will be the first official Death Eater of Lord Voldemort.

He doesn't have even a hint of affection for any of them.

But never has there been evidence of theirs cruel doings.

Never was one of the seen.

My footsteps clatter on the stone floor, as I sit alone at a table end.

The others will soon join me once they come back from their classes.

Defense Against the Dark Arts has just come to an end.

Tracey and I are walking to Home Economics.

She seems to be in high spirits compared to me.

I hate these hours.

The derogatory glances of the other girls when something goes wrong again.

Today it will be even worse.

Now it isn't simply Hazel Hayes who fails at the subject, but Tom Riddle's girlfriend.

Then they'll start whispering again.

What does he want from her?

Does he know how much of a bad housewife she is?

She doesn't deserve him.

Loud hurtful things that I should not bother with.

And yet they are like a slap to the face.

Thank Merlin that Tom knows about my non-existent talent in household spells.

And thank Merlin, I know that Tom doesn't care.