It was in the heat of summer in little Hangleton, and he was riding by. Perfect as ever the most beautiful creature Merope had ever seen.
There was a time, not long ago when she despaired. It wasn't that he didn't know she existed, as some people would say, he definitely new she existed. How many times would he pass by mocking her, her father and her brother Morfin? She loved him anyways, she couldn't help it.
Now Merope was quite afraid of her father and Morfin. And they hated her, the filthy squib. But now that they were in Azkaban and Merope discovered that she wasn't a squib, not powerful by any standards but not a squib.
Soon after her father and Morfin were gone Merope stumbled upon a book; Moste Potente Potions, and she thought potions don't need a lot of magical power, the right ingredients and concentration but not a lot of magical power. And so she started to read. (She learned how to read when the ministry insisted she get some sort of education) She saw one potion that looked interesting and slowly a plan began to form.
As he rode by she called out "Tom" he slowed and she said, "Tom it is very hot out, would you like a glass of water?" He was quite thirsty and so he agreed.
She went back inside and with a quick charm (she was getting good at those) she filled a glass full of water and added some of the potion she finished just recently. The water now had a purple tint, but the effect was slight, and he had no reason to be wary. She hurried back outside and gave him the glass.
"Thank you Miss Gaunt"
"Please call me Merope"
Halfway through drinking this concoction he paused:
"Merope?"
"Yes?"
"I never noticed before how very beautiful you are."