*PLASE NOTE!! This fic is to NOT have any specific face claim, so feel free to imagine yourself or another face claim!

Anastasia Salvatore stood at the 9¾ platform, staring downwards, hoping her father's voice will fade. She closed her eyes and searched for quiet.

"Are you even listening young girl? Honestly, you're sixteen years old, I don't need to make you listen to me," he snarled at his daughter. "I told you you will meet the boy and will be on your best behavior when you do. It is time someone begin to court you." he looked at her with a sharp gaze. "If I at least hear that you have talked to one mudblood or halfblood I will send you home and force you to marry, are we understood?" He spat at his daughter almost shivering from the mere thought of a non–pureblood wizard.

Anastasia let out a breath she didn't know she held and looked up at her father, nodding emotionless. "Yes, father."

The Hogwarts express arrived at the station on time. Her father looked at her almost in disgrace before looking at the train, muttering something about 'muggles and their disgusting tech'.

He nods at her, almost as if he hadn't been screaming at her a moment ago. "Goodbye, Anastasia. Keep up your good studies and expect a letter regarding suitors soon." He tuned around and walked away.

She watched him as he walked away not noticing that a dark aura had stepped behind her. She turns to see Tom standing behind her, an eyebrow raised at the sight.

"Let's not." was the only thing she said before muttering a small spell to make her suitcase follow behind her as she walking up the train stairs and into the small hall, Tom behind her.

She noticed Avery sitting beside Lestrange and Nott on a train table near a window, completely out of everyone's prying eyes. Good, she really couldn't take to listen to gossip and high squeaks of girls. 

She couldn't get very far as she felt a hand grab her arm and pushing her into a clear train room.

She was pissed off. She spun around coming face to face with Tom, glaring at him, "Who the hell do you think you are Riddle? You can't just manhandle me like this or push me into a rom because I don't answer you."

Riddle let out a laugh with a hint of disgust. "I noticed you do."

Anastasia stared at him, confusion on her face.
"What do you—"

Tom scoffed, pushing her onto the wall, his strong hands gripping her arms tight for her to get no way to escape his hold. "Your secret friend."

Anastasia widened her eyes, panic rushing though her as the words came out of his mouth. "Don't you dare mention that to anyone else. It was a moment of weakness."

When Anastasia got a letter from her father about marriage and suiters at the near end term on fifth year. She remember she had ripped apart the letter and was consumed by fury. She had met a handsome boy in her year in Hufflepuff. She could've at least found a Ravenclaw boy, but she really didn't care. All she cared about was to clear her mind, so she had settled for the Hufflepuff.

After, she had met with him again and again until it had been a routine for her to cool her anger off with the sex she got whenever her father sent her a letter about marriage.

Tom chuckled darkly, his dark eyes boring into hers. "A moment of weakness? Dear Anastasia, have you not learnt yet?" he spat. "You can't hide your secrets from me."

"Fuck off Tom!" She said, pushing him off of her.

"You know nothing!" She snapped, eyes sparkling with small tears before blinking them away and replacing them with a glare.

Tom merely stared at her and that made her angry.

"You know nothing Tom!" She hissed, not realising that with ever word she gets closer to Tom, their chests almost touching. "Don't try and think you do!" she finished before closing her eyes.

She flinched back when she felt a surprisingly gentle hand on her forearm. She opened her eyes and looked at Tom with a broken gaze.

Tom looked at her, his face clear of any emotion.
She looked down at his lips and back to his eyes realizing that his eyes never left her. In fact, it seemed at though his eyes had gotten darker.

He brushed away a piece of hair that had fallen on her face, his fingers brushing her plump lips in the process. Her heart began to quicken and she was sure he could hear it.

His hand suddenly laid on her cheek, bringing her closer to his moth so that their lips briefly touched before he halted and whispered, "If you ever talk to me that way again, I will make sure you will never use that mouth, alright?"

Anastasia let out a shaky breath as she closed her eyes, the feeling of his hand away.

Tom glided past her and opened up the locked train door, before looking over his shoulder, a dark curl falling over his face.

"Let's not go there Anastasia. We aren't even in Hogwarts yet."

She straightened her posture and let out another breath before heading out. Tom gestured for her to the the seat near the window as she recalls ever since that she told him in the train to their first year that she liked to watch the trees and the sky disappear.

"Anything that's going to happen this year, my lord? Any plans?" Rosier asked, his arm laying gently on the table as he stared at Tom to get some information of what the year will bring on him.

Anastasia smirked, turning her head to look at Tom. "Yeah, what's up for this year, my lord?" she mocked as she rolled her eyes with the shake of her head. She had half expected him to snap at her, but surprisingly he only smiled at her with a grin, his eyes sly and wicked.

But in truth, she did want to know what was up for the year. It was she who always gave Tom ideas or the one he truly trusted enough to tell his deepest desires. But this summer he hadn't owned her, not once. And this led her to believe that something big was coming up.

She hadn't noticed she had gotten a sneer on her face until Tom began to speak.

"It's no place to discuss such things," he said, eyes on her. "and you will not be informed right now, only when I decide."

The boys around the table began growing in a conversation, talking about all sorts of things that made Anastasia want to roll her eyes. But she couldn't follow the conversation if she wanted to. Right now, she was too focused and frustrated of why Tom wouldn't tell her. He always told her, not matter how mad he was at her or vice versa.

She jumped when she felt a cold hand on her tight, making her turn her head to her side to face Tom wide-eyed. He looked at her, his eyes never leaving as his fingers brushed her inner thigh making her relax and heath up. Anastasia let out a breath and closer her eyes at the touch, wisibly relaxing as she knew he would tell her.

"I will tell you later when we are at Hogwarts. There is something more important for us to do." He explained as his hand never left her thigh.

She nodded and continued watching the trees spinning away as she felt the exhaustion collapse on her. Her eyes closed and she were about to fall asleep but she felt a hand coming up on the side of her face and pushing her head back to lay her on his shoulder.

Anastasia faintly smiled in his shoulder and she finally dozed off, not caring if anybody saw.