She knew that she shouldn't, yet she did.
She loved Tom Riddle.
She had long tried to deny it. After all she was pureblood and he was a Muggle, but whenever she looked at him that didn't seem to matter.
He didn't notice her, of course. He had that pretty Muggle girl. But she so desperately wanted him to notice her just once. That was when she decided.
He had been riding past the Gaunt hovel one hot summer day, so she offered him a cool drink.
"Thank you," he said taking a sip.
He looked at her and smiled.