Tom's dorm was the nicest one you had ever seen in Hogwarts. Single bedrooms were offered to head boys and girls only, as a further reward to their title. His room was the size of a normal five-bedroom, but instead of four additional beds, it was furnished with a welcoming couch, a nice wooden desk and chair, a fireplace and provided overall much more space. It wasn't located next to the other dorms either, which had its virtues and disadvantages. The good thing was that you didn't have to walk through the hallway of all the Slytherin boys' dorms to get there. The bad thing was that Tom's room was right next to Freda's, so you had seen her a couple more times than you had wanted to. She had never said anything though and usually stomped off right away, brows knitted and red in the face.

Tom had ordered you to his room the day after Slughorn's party, which was a privilege not many students were granted. Maybe not that much of a privilege if one was engaged to him. But thinking of it from your perspective, his fiancée, who he hadn't even proposed to, who he wasn't even in love with when the engagement took place, it certainly felt special. And like he wanted you to be there. He let you study there even when he had to attend to his duties as head boy, which took up quite a bit of his time.

And then there was the Moly. A magical flower, used to counteract enchantments, that Professor Beery, the Herbology teacher, had given to pairs of students to take care of. They were weakest the last days before blooming and needed tending multiple times a day. It was a tricky task to keep them alive, so Beery had promised to give everyone who could manage it extra points for the Herbology N.E.W.T.s in advance.

Tom had suggested keeping the Moly that had been given to the two of you in his room, as it would increase the chances of keeping it in good condition, seeing that no one else could get their fingers on it. Even though the plant looked quite healthy, he insisted on your help to look after it, as he was not willing to share points if you wouldn't. So you had come to his room every day, only for the Moly of course.

Other times, when you were just reading or writing another Charm's essay there, Tom used to stay nearby. He didn't talk much, as per usual, and rather stared at you from across the room, but the fact that he never told you to leave and always asked when you would come back, for the Moly obviously, made it quite clear that he enjoyed your presence.

And you did too. So much that you had even spent the night accidentally. Accidentally, as in, you had stayed up way too long reading and making notes in your Guide To Advanced Transfiguration textbook, had really, absolutely, doubtlessly planned to go back to your own dorm, but couldn't be bothered to get up from the sofa until you had finally fallen asleep.

You woke up in Tom's bed, not remembering how you had ended up there and sat up slowly, looking around, until you noticed him sitting on the edge of the mattress.

"Have I overslept?" you asked, hastily fixing your hair and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"It's Saturday," Tom answered, grinning at your attempts of getting up. "8 a.m. You can sleep a bit longer if you want."

"Oh, Saturday, yes. How did I... What happened last night?"

"You fell asleep on the couch. It didn't look comfortable, you were all sprawled out and twisted. So I put you into bed."

You swallowed thickly. He had put you into his bed?

"Did you-"

"No," Tom shook his head. "I took the couch."

"Noble," you said sarcastically, leading him to roll his eyes at you. "Why can't I remember how I got into bed?"

"I used a Levitation Charm."

"Oh. Weren't you afraid I might've ended up on the floor?"

He chuckled, shaking his head as if doubting his skills wasn't a thing Tom Riddle would do. "I tend to know what I'm capable of before I do it."

"I see," you answered. "Come here then?"

Tom looked at you questioningly before you reached out your hand, holding it in the air for him to take it. He did and you slowly pulled him closer, until he lay down next to you.

Your hand went up to his face and you ran your fingers through his hair, to which he closed his eyes, letting you play with his locks for a while.

Now that you were fully aware of where you were, you noticed how different Tom's linen smelled compared to your own. They had his clean, warm scent, of tangy embers dying in the fireplace, mixed with leather and something fresh like dewy iron. The scent had rubbed off on you while you had slept there and it felt like he had marked you, without even coming close.

"You didn't have to sleep on the couch," you whispered.

His eyes opened again. "You were completely knocked out. That would have felt off."

"Well, for next time then," you smiled, took his chin between your fingers and pressed a kiss to his lips. "We're engaged after all. Have you forgotten?"

"Oh piss off," he scoffed and pulled you in for another kiss.

Some hours later, when you were tending to the Moly, you looked over towards the fireplace, where Nagini was sleeping in front of. At least you assumed she was sleeping. Her eyes were open and her tongue flicked out of her mouth every now and then, but she seemed calm. You laughed to yourself at the sight, as it reminded you of a cat seeking warmth. Well, a pet was a pet, you figured.

"How's the Moly doing?" Tom asked and went up to inspect it.

"Good. Great actually," you said. "I think we're going to earn those extra points from Beery."

"Don't you think it looks a bit sickly?" he asked, holding the thin black stem between his fingers.

"No, it's alright."

He uttered a humph. "You don't have the book on you, the one I gave you for Christmas, do you?"

"No, it's in my dorm. Why would you need that now?"

"Have you read through it? All the way?"

"No, I haven't yet. I just flicked through it and read some recipes that sounded interesting," you answered, not knowing what he had in mind. "I wanted to try one of the Potions after we're done with school. They all seem to take a while."

"Which one?"

"The Vial of Auras for starters. Why?"

He nodded, still looking at the Moly. "I think there's a recipe for plant cultivation in there. Could be of use."

"But it looks fine, why-"

He turned his face toward you, looking into your eyes. "Just bring the book next time."

"Okay," you said, although it sounded more like a question. "I can bring it tonight. I'm going out to Hogsmeade with Camille in the afternoon. I'll be back around 7 I guess."

"That'll do," he said and smiled, finally sounding satisfied.

It was five minutes past seven when you returned to Tom's room. The date with Camille had been wonderful, although you had had one too many toffees at the sweet shop. You had also gotten the Potions book from your dorm, still wondering why the Moly would need extra support. It looked totally fine to you.

Tom's room was empty, aside from Nagini, who had curled herself around one of the bedposts. You went over to the desk, where the Moly was standing and put the book beside it. Next to the plant lay a handwritten note:

"Coming back soon - Dippet needs me for head boy duties"

Killing time it was, then. You took Tom's Charms book from the stack and practised a few spells for a while, trying to revise those that would most likely be tested in the N.E.W.T.s. About ten minutes later, the door opened and Tom entered the room. He dragged his feet as he shuffled in and was slightly out of breath.

"Are you alright?" you asked while putting the Charms book away.

He nodded. You walked over and took a seat on the couch, patting the space next to you for Tom to join you.

"I brought the book," you said and pointed towards the desk.

Tom sat down, looked at it from afar and squinted. "The book?"

"The Potions book you asked me to bring. Don't you remember?"

"Ah, yes. Sorry, I totally forgot."

You frowned, slightly worried. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Tom nodded and scratched the side of his face. "Yes, yes. I'm just a bit tired."

Tired wasn't exactly what you would have described the state of him. He seemed nervous and completely out of it, his shoulders hanging down limply.

"Did something happen? What did you have to do for Dippet?" you asked.

His eyes roamed the floor while he pondered. "Nothing important. Just some scheduling for the prefects."

Something cold rubbed against your foot and when you looked down, you saw Nagini, who had slithered over. She placed herself between Tom and you on the floor, her hisses a tad louder than usual.

"What does she want?" you asked.

Tom stared at Nagini vacantly and didn't answer.

"Tom?"

"Hm?"

"What is she saying?"

"She's hungry."

"Hungry? We've just fed her recently. Strange," you said and bent down to pat her head. "I'm going to get you some more mice soon, don't worry."

Tom's gaze roamed the room as if he was looking for something.

"Do you want to take a look at the book now? For the Moly?" you asked.

"No," he answered. "Actually, I wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead then."

"You remember the day we got engaged, right?"

"Of course. Why?"

"Well, it was obviously an arrangement between our families," he stated, waiting for you to confirm.

"Yes."

"So I was wondering... What's in it for you?"

Your stomach dropped. What did he mean 'what's in it for you'? Your sister's curse was the most evident thing in this whole situation.

"You know exactly what's in it for me," you said while folding your arms. "Actually, I could ask you the same thing. Don't tell me you forgot why we're doing this."

He took a moment to think before answering. "Of course I haven't. I just thought there could be something else. Like, perhaps your parents bribed my family."

You blinked irritatedly. He had not just said that.

"Are you serious right now?" you asked. "You're suggesting my parents took advantage of the situation, went and killed two birds with one stone? So that they could marry me off and make me your problem?"

He stared into your eyes for a moment, then retracted. "No, I didn't mean-"

"Because I'll have you know, my family would never do such a thing," you interrupted him. "I know yours probably would, but my parents are not like that, believe it or not. I thought you knew that by now."

"I was just wondering. No need to make a fuss about it."

"You know what?" you said and got up from the couch, making sure not to step on Nagini. "You sound exactly like Ben. Only more rude. And I thought you didn't trust him. But it seems that you don't trust me either all of a sudden."

"Wait, I'm sorry," Tom said and followed you. "I didn't mean it like that."

"We're done here," you huffed, making your way to the door, followed closely by Nagini, until Tom grabbed your hand.

"Don't leave now," he said, pulled you in a bit closer and a whiff of cologne wafted your way. He reeked of sweat and coughed so loudly you thought he might throw up any moment.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, Tom," you answered, your hand still in his. "Maybe you have a cold coming on or something because you don't seem like you're in your right mind. Now let me go."

"No," he said but turned his face away from you.

Suddenly the door flew open and you sucked in a sharp breath when you saw who it was. Tiernan Lestrange. And next to him was... Tom? Standing in the door frame, his eyes darting back and forth between you and... You looked to your left, to the person next to you and saw that Emlyn Avery was standing in Tom's place, still holding your hand.

You wrenched your hand out of his grip and took several steps backwards.

"Avery?" you asked. "What is going on?"

Tom, the real Tom, still stared at you, a fire burning behind his eyes as he quickly walked into the room. Lestrange followed and closed the door behind himself.

"What do you think you're doing?" Tom hissed, both at Avery and you.

Avery kept silent, a nasty grin forming on his face.

"He... You," you stammered.

"You two? Holding hands in my room?" Tom yelled, his chest heaving. "Are you kidding me?"

"I can explain."

Could you really?

"Well, I hope you can. Taking Avery into my room to do who knows what? Care to explain that?"

"He was you!" you said, only then noticing how crazy you must have sounded.

Tom shot you a look that told you better not to take him for a fool. His thoughts must have raced at top speed inside his head, as you could practically see him thinking. His eyes scurried from your hand to Avery's, then up to his face. His knuckles had turned white from how hard he clenched his fists and he couldn't seem to stand still. You wondered what his next move would be. Punch Avery in the nose, curse the two of you, or rush out of the room? It reminded you of the time he had seen Ben and you at the Black Lake.

"Please," you whispered. "Let me explain."

Tom sighed and avoided looking at you. He shook his head as if he was fighting an internal battle against himself. It almost looked painful. Finally, he went up to Avery, pointing his wand right below the boy's chin.

"Sit down," Tom spat. "You too Lestrange! And I don't want to hear a single word from either of you."

They did as he said and Tom led you to the other side of the room, followed by Nagini. He cast a Muffliato Charm on the two boys so that they wouldn't be able to hear what you had to say.

"Go on," Tom then said, still avoiding eye contact.

"I came here around seven, as we agreed. I brought the book but you weren't here. Then I saw your note on the table and waited for you. You, I mean Avery, came in shortly after. But he looked exactly like you. Just until you showed up right now. I swear to Merlin."

"What do you mean he looked like me?" Tom asked, an annoyed frown on his face.

"He looked and sounded just like you. I thought he was you. He acted weird and I didn't trust him, but I thought you were just stressed out. The only way I could possibly explain this would be Polyjuice Potion."

"You don't really think one of them would be able to brew that correctly, do you?"

"I don't," you mumbled. "But how else would it be possible? You have to believe me. I would have never brought him here. Or anyone."

He looked at you now, so intensely, it felt like he was reading your thoughts, trying to see if you were lying to him.

"Why would he do that?" he then asked.

"I don't know," you answered and gave it a good thought. "He asked me about some things. About the engagement. Maybe he was trying to convict me. They haven't trusted me ever since the school year began, remember?"

Tom nodded and exhaled strongly, walking in circles around you.

"Did he touch you?" he asked.

"No. He just held me back when I wanted to leave. Just my hand, nothing else."

"Are you sure? Don't lie to me. If he touched you, I swear I'm going to-"

"No. He didn't."

Silence. Nagini's quiet hisses disrupted your thoughts and you noticed that Tom seemed a lot calmer now.

"Why was Lestrange with you?" you asked.

"He came up to me when I was done at Dippet's. Tried to babble on for ages about assignments."

"That makes sense. So you wouldn't disrupt their plan."

"What did Avery ask you exactly?"

"If my parents had bribed your family. So we would get married."

"Idiot," Tom muttered.

"That's what I thought too."

Tom eventually stopped circling you, placed himself beside you and you both watched Lestrange and Avery sitting next to each other on the sofa. They didn't dare look back at you and simply stared down at the floor like two ten-year-olds waiting for their parents to punish them.

"Oh, and another thing," you began. "Avery stinks."

Tom, to your surprise, laughed.

That made you a bit more confident, so you asked: "Do you believe me?"

"Yes," he said. "I do."

He did? You looked at him, taken aback.

"Nagini," Tom said to you while watching as the snake's head reared up. "She's your witness. She confirmed you're telling the truth."

"Good girl," you said and smiled at her, to which she hissed happily. You really had to get her some more mice. "Now, what were they thinking? What point were they trying to prove?"

"Let's ask them," he said, broke the Muffliato Charm with a swift motion of his wand and walked over towards the couch.

"I'm going to ask you some things," he said to them. "And don't you dare lie to me. You know I can tell. You're lucky you caught me on a good day, actually."

They both nodded.

"Polyjuice Potion?" Tom asked.

Avery looked over to Lestrange. They both nodded again.

"Where did you get that from?"

"Stole it from Slughorn," Avery mumbled so lowly, you could hardly understand.

"Speak up!" Tom ordered.

"We stole it from Slughorn's stock," Avery repeated. "At the party, when everyone was dancing."

Tom sighed and pinched the skin on the bridge of his nose. Of course they hadn't brewed it themselves. They were far too daft.

"Why?" Tom went on. "What's the reason for all that?"

"Well," Lestrange cleared his throat. "We were only doing it for you, Tom. To make sure she's not betraying you. To find out if she and her family were using you, you know."

"So we could help you," Avery added and nodded vehemently.

Tom grinned coldly. "And you thought I wouldn't have found this out myself by now? That I would need your help? Seriously?"

"We thought-"