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I was going to upload this chapter on the 25th, but people were getting inpatient so here it is...
Tom and Hazel are now back and I'll be uploading regularly again.
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"The Serpent's Teeth"
(A Tom Riddle love story)

25th February 1945
Tuesday

Porridge eating I sit at breakfast between Tracey and Casey.
The always-grumpy in the mornings Tracey chews slowly on her cereal, while Casey has a full English breakfast, and eats everything together.

The Quidditch players had practice until late into the night yesterday, and haven't left their beds until now, so Sasha is the only boy in our group representing his friends.

"I have absolutely no interest in Charms lessons," Sighs Tracey angrily.
"Can't I have Care of Magical Creatures instead?"

"It's only two hours," I try to calm her down.

"Exactly! Two! Two Hours! I should drop this class. I would still have enough subjects for the N.E.W.T.s without it."

"It's your last year, and only a few more months. You will survive it."

"That's easy for you to say Hazel! You like the subject. For me, it's torture."

"Aren't you exaggerating a little, sis?" Sasha intervenes.

"Hmmpf" she grumbles, gives him a furious glare and also pours herself some coffee.

Shaking my head, I stir honey in my tea.
How can you drink that bitter stuff?
Disgusting!

"Just try looking forward," I suggest.
"At a quarter past three our classes for today will be over, and then we can do some homework together until it's time for me to see Tom."

"Does that mean that I'll be alone for the entire evening?" She sighs now in a bored tone.

"I'm only meeting Tom after dinner," I smile lightly at her.
"And not for more than an hour."

"You could use the time to study for the N.E.W.T.s," Jacklyn suggests.
"Or do something with Sasha and me. We could play cards, for example."
Tracey nods slowly.
"I'll thinking about it."

When I turn my head, I see that Bailee and James have entered the hall and are walking over to us with long strides.
Breakfast time is almost over and they have to hurry if they still want to sufficiently satisfy their hunger for the day.

"Should we go ahead?"
I ask Casey who has just had her last sip of orange juice.
"Uh-huh," she nods and grabs the handle of her bag hastily hanging it over her shoulder.
"See you," we say goodbye in unison, comfortably leave the hall and don't rush on the way up the stairs.

In front of the classroom, I lean against the wall and give Tom a radiant smile, he's standing about five feet from me with his followers.
But neither he nor I can can show physical affection in front of people.
And we can talk enough after dinner.

"Did you know that Casey and James are looking for a shared apartment?"
"Yes," I nod.
"She told me yesterday, beaming. Are they thinking of getting married?"
"Of course," Tracey laughs.
"Otherwise, they wouldn't move in together. That would be scandalous!"

"True," I acknowledge and slap myself inwardly.
The morals here are different from my time.
That's what I should have thought of.
It's a miracle that Tom even touches and sleeps with me.

"Did you and Tom already talk about it?"
"No," I shake my head.
"We haven't been together for that long, and when we know where our relationship is leading to, we'll still have enough time to think about a future together. Life is already stressful enough."

Also, I don't know if I'll still be here, it shoots through my head and a slight melancholy seeps through my body.
This could all be over in a few months, if I don't decide to stay forever, but then I would lose all my friends.

Only Tom would remain with me.
And who knows how long he would be Tom?

I'll never want to live out my life as a Death Eater, kill for him, torture, indulge in false ideologies.
Because that's what it is.
The sanctifying his own views in ideological stubbornness.

With a faint creak, the door to the classroom swings open at the precise moment that the others reach us.
As a group we enter the room and sit down at our seats where we lay out our materials.

Professor Crook welcomes us to the class, and begins his teaching.
Hopefully Tracey doesn't fall asleep.

We managed to go trough the morning without any incidents, Tracey didn't even doze off in Charms and the homework was keep within limits.

In Home Economics, the subject, which we have next, we won't get any more homework, since everyone is still working on their scarf.

"I'm curious of the program that Professor Phillips has planed for today," says Casey honestly.
"Cooking" Tracey mumbles annoyed.
"Well, it's not like she can make us clean the windows in this weather."
"Maybe she will make us clean. We've only learned a few new spells this year. And I would have liked a spell with which I can easily clean silverware," Jacklyn says thoughtfully.
"And I would like to drop this class," I also give my two cents and swipe a short strand that has come out of my bun, behind my ear.

"Don't go," Tracey laments and starts walking slower.
"Let's get it behind us," I encourage her and follow Jacklyn and Casey through the wooden door.

Welcome to the housewife's paradise.

"Today, we will be learning different spells to clean different shaped glasses," Professor Phillips begins with an explorer voice.

Tracey groans beside me in despair.

"We have ordinary water glasses here, but also tea, wine, champagne, beer glasses and jars. In all of them the residues are different with different pollution levels. It's up to you to clean your glasses and present them to me at the end of the lesson, so I that I can mark your work. Today there is no partner work. Once you have received your glasses, you are allowed to begin," with a stern face, she looks about the students and stops once she gets to Tracey with raised eyebrows.
Who in response starts to groan in agony again.

Poor Tracey.

With an exhilarating smile in her direction I go to my half of our usual group table, and eagerly await my glasses and the introduction of the new spells.

This can't really be that hard.
I mean, their just cleaning spells.

After some time a series of glasses come flying over to me and place themselves in a neat line.

With a firm voice, the professor begins to explain the spells before she lets us write off them off the board, after that we start with the cleaning.

Concentrated I point my wand on the first glass, think of Tom's words because of the unspoken magic and think the name of the spell with all my willpower.

No glass is broke, but the dirt is persistent in many places.
But that doesn't matter to me.
The result is a success.
I didn't break anything.

Quite different from Tracey.
None of the champagne glasses has survived and the last wine glass, which is still standing, has a crack.
But it could have been worse.
And judging by her face, she is also relatively satisfied.

"How was your day?" I welcome Tom, as I remove my coat and I sit on the chair next to his.

"Like always," he replied in a cold voice, staring with a glass of wine in hand into the fire.

At the sight of the glass, I have to smile.

"I can now clean glasses," I tell him and sit more comfortably in the chair.
"With magic."

"Good," he returns and takes a sip.
"Let's go to bed," he orders and starts now undressing on the way there.
I watch him with interest.

The warm glow of the fire clings to his pale skin revealing the fine muscles.
I have seen him often naked, but I can't get enough of his sleek appearance.
And that will probably never change.

I stand up with a slight smile on my lips as he looks at me and open my hair, shaking it, so that the light dances golden on my red strands and walk slowly towards him, his enjoying his fascinated gaze on my hair.

"Tom?" I purr, pressing my slightly sweaty body against his.
"Hm?"
"May I ask you something?"
"Mhm?"
"How do you manage to use magic without a wand?"
"How do you know that?"
"I'm not stupid, Tom."
"I haven't found a satisfactory explanation yet. I think basically that any wizard is capable of doing it, but some may not have enough magic or not enough will."
"And you have both?"
"Yes."
"When did you notice that?"
"I use my magic since I was a child. At that time I didn't know that I was using magic and that I was actually controlling people's thoughts. And now stop it wit the questioning!"
"Yes, Tom," I whisper and close my eyes.

His answer didn't satisfy me, but I probably won't find out anything else about the issue from him.
Besides I have classes in the morning, and I should be rested for them.