Riddle Manor

Tom was perfect. He was the lone brilliant star shining in the night sky, always just out of Merope's reach. On the rare times he had seen her, he had an expression on his face that Merope knew was a mixture of repulsion and pity. To Tom, she was simply the old tramp's daughter. The noble house of Salazar Slytherin and her being pureblood would mean nothing to him...