The strange room was definitely a one of its kind. The ceiling was incredibly high and the size alone was vast in comparison to most classrooms in Hogwarts, there was row after row of overly stacked shelves filled with assorted trinkets and treasures gathered in a thick layer of dust. There was a slight orange glow that emanated from small lanterns that were littered in various spots in the room.

Veronica eyed the room with an incredulous expression; she was more stunned than anything else. Tom was already surveying her, skimming over her mind to track her internal thoughts and feelings and he wasn't disappointed when he came to realise she was pleasantly surprised. His showing off had definitely paid off.

"How did you find it?" She unintentionally whispered with what could only be described as awe lacing her tone but before Tom could respond to her question he gestured her to two wooden chairs that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. They looked like the only things to not have dust covering it.

She took it and she sat opposite to Tom who remained in a poised position, his eyes locked in a steely glare at Veronica, almost choosing his words wisely. "I ah, have had plenty of time to explore what this castle has to offer."

"Curiosity killed the cat, I'm sure you're familiar with that turn of phrase Tom." She retaliated back coolly.

He gave off a less than humoured laugh as his eyes darkened. "Do not humour me with muggle nonsense. Feeding curiosity increases knowledge, knowledge is power. It isn't something to be regarded as fearful."

"I agree but indulging your curious side can have its side effects. You and I both know that." She made to fiddle with her fingers, ignoring Tom's piercing gaze.

He was caught off guard, something that wasn't an everyday occurrence. Why must she bring this up now? He thought bitterly. "We're not here to discuss that." He snapped.

She sighed. "I know we're not. Just forget that I said anything." She grumbled as she peered back up at him through her darkened lashes. "Tell me, how are we going to get Myrtle back?" A swift change of conversation instantly pleased Tom as he was able to let the remark about the two of them having sex go. His mood switched into a more intrigued expression rather than the usual impassive one.

"Why do I feel like you're not one hundred percent committed to the idea of getting her back?" His tone was probing and it elicited a cruel grin when her eyes widened with only slight realisation that he had read her mind.

"I'm not saying I'm against it. I just know how you are Tom, failure isn't an option. You won't be satisfied unless you've taken it as far as it can go before you've gone too far."

Tom hated to admit it but Veronica was right. Sometimes his rage would over power his judgement, letting all the hatred spill and course through in his veins, clouding every sense of what was right and wrong he had. Of course his plan was to rid the Wizarding world of Myrtle for good if he was ever going to succeed in splitting his soul, he would have to take a life and right now, Myrtle's seemed ripe for the taking. But he was in two minds of sharing that piece of information with Veronica, not when she was still cautious of him. Perhaps if she had shown more loyalty to him then he might have considered letting her in on it but he had decided to keep her half way included in the plan.

"All I will need you to do is lure her into the girl's bathroom on the first floor and that's it. I will take care of the rest." His voice was sharp and confident. His mind flitted back to the Basilisk and he fought harshly, the urge to smirk callously.

She eyed him for a brief moment, letting the words sink into her brain what he had just said. How on earth was she going to do that? Myrtle and Veronica both shared the same distaste for each other. "And how do I do that? She wouldn't trust me even if I was nice to her, and who could blame her?"

Tom was becoming increasingly infuriated by her incessant questioning. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger in frustration before responding. "Do what feels necessary Bennett. I suspect you can be quite persuasive when you want to be."

There was a brief moment of silence before Veronica dared to speak up again. "You're not going to kill her are you Tom?" Her voice was void of all angst and sarcastic attitude and he could sense her fear behind those words.

He raised his eyebrows at her. "And what gave you that insinuation?" His voice came in a faux innocent tone, almost mocking her.

Veronica bit her lip. "I don't know… Maybe I like to think there's hope for redemption in you. I know you Tom, there's a good heart in you somewhere and you've shown me that. I just don't want to be proven wrong."

Tom bellowed out a loud laugh which made Veronica's blood run cold. His eyes were a light with something far from 'good' within them as he pulled himself to the edge of his seat, his knees just barely brushing hers before speaking in a dangerously low grumble; "Believe me when I say this Veronica, I have no good in me nor a heart that provides me to feel so. What you have seen is weakness; I will never be weak again. Do you understand?" She couldn't help but focus her attention on the feel of the material of his trousers brush against the bare flesh of her legs from where her skirt had risen up from sitting down.

She was scared, the look upon his pale face was terrifying but she knew she had openly walked into the lions den. It was her own fault for allowing herself to be manipulated so easily by Tom but at the same time she couldn't deny that there was truth in what she had just said, she believed heavily there would come a day where Tom would redeem himself from all the bad stuff he had done (although she wouldn't be able to admit to herself that she had silently hoped that she would be that redeeming thing in Tom's life).

Unsurely, she nodded and a wicked grin descended his face. "Good." He said simply before he relinquished his gaze on her to peer up at a clock which was sat idly on a shelf nearby. "Come on, we need to go before Dippet notices we're not out there." He was back to his usual composed self and Veronica was unsure whether or not to be sad or happy about that.

She made to stand up just as he did and they both paused and tried to awkwardly shuffle out of each other's midst. His lips were pursed as his hands, both placed on her hips, guided her out his way. She couldn't deny the butterflies his hold gave her no matter how much he could terrify her.

"You know…" She began her voice a little quieter than usual. "… You can trust me when I say I'm not going tell anyone about this. You have my word." She couldn't understand why she had the need to tell him this; perhaps his scare tactics had managed to scare her into making her feel like she owed him her loyalty.

Tom wasn't grateful by the admission. If she was going to continue to reduce herself to a bumbling weakling like the rest of the vermin that roamed the school, then he would have to do away with their plan sooner than expected. "Stop degrading yourself Bennett, it isn't an admirable quality." He said lazily as he continued to guide her towards the room's entrance. It wasn't till he had said that, that she ground her heels into the floor and stopped both of them from progressing further.

She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes surveying his face for a moment. Her legs were turning to jelly from under his unnerving expression. "What did you mean about you having no heart Tom?"

He hadn't expected this sort of question. He didn't deal well with off topic things such as this; he wasn't prepared nor ready to answer them yet. He'd have much preferred it when they were at logger heads with one and other. No, he definitely didn't like it when she showed him her weak side.

He removed his hands from her waist before folding them across his chest. His sharp tongue flicked over his lips briefly before drawling; "Why do you keep questioning me Bennett? You said it yourself that curiosity killed the cat, why do you keep seeking answers to questions that need not be asked?"

"Maybe I'm curious about your motives. Every time I think I have you sussed out, you end up surprising me again. You're an enigma." What she wanted to say was 'you-fucking-fascinate me!' but she tried her best to conceal it.

"Why? Because I don't feel the need elaborate every single detail of my life to you?" He laughed cruelly. "And why would I? You're nothing to me." His words stung her slightly but she had developed a thicker skin since enveloping with Tom Riddle and like everything else, she was used to it.

"Aren't I?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. She couldn't stop the questions from falling from her mouth and she knew she would have to pay the price for it. "Somehow I think differently Tom."

Tom could feel the determination to prove she was right pool from her in waves as she recovered from his harsh response. "You will never mean something to me." His words were dripping in venom and they were sure to hit her like a blow to the stomach but they hadn't.

She glared at him when she noted the cruel sadistic smile had returned to his face. He was basking in tormenting her and taking great delight from it. She wanted to wipe that smug grin right off his face; in fact, she was actually going to do just that. She did something completely alien to her, she took both sides of his face within her hands and pulled his face to hers before crashing her lips on his mouth. When she felt him try and retract, she remained glued to him unable to part until she wanted to. She forced for him to keep up with her, to get into a rhythmic pattern as she deepened the kiss, the gratification she received when her tongue brushed his lower lip was reciprocated with his hips arching into her own, causing her to stumble back and hitting one of the many wooden shelves harvesting disused objects. Dust exploded around them, books had fallen the floor abruptly in the midst of the moment but neither of them parted ways.

A low growl emitted from deep within his throat when one of his hands slid up her up to her chest, grasping one of her clothed breasts roughly before slowly allowing it to trail down to her thigh where he then pulled it up to rest against his hip. She too moaned when she felt his hand slide up her exposed thigh, silently wishing he would just get rid of her skirt all together before allowing it to rest against her backside.

She was going to have bruises on her back from the impact of her flesh smacking the shelves but at this moment in time she couldn't care less. She had missed this, missed the touch and the fire between them. It was electrifying although she couldn't deny the nagging thoughts that were thrashing around in her head telling her stop and that it was wrong.

And Tom, even he was finding it almost impossible to keep his hormones in check. He vowed and openly declared that he wouldn't revert back to this type of behaviour but here he was, half way in between unzipping his trousers and nipping at her neck with his teeth being sure to leave marks there, almost marking her in a way. Her fingers were busy knotting through his ink black hair, desperately latching onto him for fear of him leaving her. She unintentionally gasped aloud when she felt him hard against her still clothed area. He stared at her, his eyes heavy lidded with lust as his hand helped itself to pulling aside the cotton of her underwear; the cool air instantly kissed her now exposed sensitivity causing a breath to hitch sharply within her throat. He was growing impatient, he just needed to rid himself of the pent up desire.

Still holding her thigh against his hip, he was easily able to position himself at her entrance, only noticing just how equally she was awaiting him by how sodden she was with his tip. He felt her hands run down to the tops of his shoulders, gripping him hard in anticipation, like almost in a way to brace herself. When he finally did decide to plunge insiderof her she responded with not only embedding her nails into his shoulder blades but moaning aloud as well.

This of course only enticed him even more. Eventually picking up speed and devouring her mouth once more. His hips were pressed so harshly against her own that it had prevented her from being able to roll her hips in rhythm with his but that was typical Tom, always domineering in every aspect of his life.

She couldn't be sure how long she would last. Her body was building up to a crescendo on its own accord and she knew her self restraint would not be able to hold on any longer. She had long since ditched the idea to try and stifle her moans; she didn't care if Tom loved it or loathed it. But whether he cared to admit it or not, he actually did like it, a lot and so when her moans grew louder in pitch, it didn't only push him over the brink and into oblivion, it had brought her with him too.

He rest upon her body weakly. His body recovering and panting as his forehead lay pressed against hers. Both their eyes closed, appreciating the moment of subdued silence. She wouldn't be the one to break the silence, she couldn't.

The rest of the night they remained completely silent with one and other, not even bothering to acknowledge each other with a simple bid of farewell when they finally were able to part to their Dormitories. Both were ashamed of their actions and both hated themselves for acting on impulse.

I'm not too sure how I feel about this chapter. I must have rewritten it at least ten times and I'm still not 100% happy with it. It may go under some editing at a later date but for now I thought it was best to upload it and give you, my lovely reviewers/readers some Tom/Veronica loving.

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Kawaii Thirteen.