Thomas Riddle growled in frustration as he threw one of his mother's hideous vases against the wall. That necklace had cost over a hundred pounds and all he had gotten from that frigid bitch Cecilia for it was a chaste kiss on the cheek. Three months of pursuing the girl, three months of carriage rides, fancy dinners and expensive gifts, and all he got for it was a goddamn kiss on the cheek each and every time. Whoever it was that said that Cecilia was willing to drop her knickers whenever she was asked was a damned liar.

Knowing his mother would be extremely upset at him if he broke another one of her "Priceless" antiques, he decided to take a walk until he had calmed down. A couple hours later he found himself hot, tired, thirsty, covered in sweat and standing on the Gaunt property, having wandered through the stand of woods that surrounded it.

"Oh, hello." the Gaunt daughter whose name he could never remember said before blushing shyly. She'd cleaned up a bit since the last time he'd seen her, but she was still ugly.

"Er, bye." he said as he turned to go.

"D-D-Do y-you w-want s-something t-to d-drink?" the Gaunt girl stammered, red as a beet, one eye looking at him and the other looking at a tree or something.

After mentally debating over accepting a drink from someone whose house looked like it hadn't been cleaned in the last century now or waiting until he had walked the several miles back to his house to get a drink for about a minute, his thirst won out.

"Yes. Thank You." he said, wondering if he was going to regret this.

The Gaunt girl went inside and fetched a tin cup, then she went over to the small well that was located about a hundred feet away from the shack in which she lived, chucked a cauldron on a rope into it and hauled it back up. She then filled the cup from the cauldron and handed it to him.

He looked into the cup dreading what he would see. Fortunately, the water was only slightly murky, but...

"There's a newt in it." he said.

"M-My f-father says that's how you know it's fresh." the Gaunt girl said as she gazed up at him adoringly.

Sighing, he pulled the newt out of the cup and chucked the offending creature over his shoulder. Other than a rather brackish thing that could barely be called a stream that he wouldn't touch in a thousand years, this was the only water for miles. The girl gazed up at him adoringly as he drank. Or at least one of her eyes did, the other seemed to be looking at a bush to his left. It was probably the look the girl was giving him that reminded him of what one of his friends had told him about plain looking girls and what they would do for you if you just gave them a little bit of attention. "Besides, you could always close your eyes." his friend Michael had said as he pointed out a somewhat ugly looking maid who apparently could do amazing things with her tongue if his friend could be believed, and since Michael wasn't the one who'd told him about Cecilia, he probably could be believed.

"Do you know what a hand job is?" he asked once he'd finished his newt flavored water that had fortunately killed his thirst after making its initial assault on his taste buds.

"N-No." the Gaunt girl said as she shyly took the cup back.

"Would you like to learn?" he asked.

"Y-Yes." the Gaunt girl said looking so happy that she would burst over the fact that he was willing to spend time with her. Whether she would still be that happy after he explained what a hand job was remained to be seen.

Two months later:

Thomas Riddle whistled as he made his way to the Gaunt shack. His friend Michael had been right about the plain ones. He hadn't gotten Merope anything more expensive than a hair ribbon, and all he had to say about the return on his investment was WOW!!!!!!!!!!. Merope was willing to do everything he'd fantasized Cecilia doing and then some.

"Tom." Merope said sounding small and frightened the moment she caught sight of him.

"What?" he asked.

"I think I'm pregnant." Merope said.

"Fuck."