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Hermione stared at the date in the front of the book. The one she had missed earlier. 1945. It was so long ago. So many years have passed. She wondered why Amanda never kept her diaries. She shrugged and brushed her hand across the two pages, readying herself for a long night of reading. She didn't mind much anyway; the story intrigued her. She could hear the other kids grumble as they came upstairs; the rest of the Order was still in their meeting it would seem.

*

Her mouth was parted as she leaned her head back. She was loosing herself to the touches brushing across her skin. She was loosing herself to the kisses in her neck going downwards. There was a hand on her hip, pulling her close to the body in front of her. Her hands were in dark hair, seeking some way to keep herself from loosing all balance. Another hand, not hers, was settled into her hair. She never wore her hair loose, but goodness did it feel good having that hand tug gently at her hair. She arched gaspingly into the touch of the boy and voiced her pleasure.

-

Amanda was forced to wake up by the echoing shriek in her dorm. She sat up so fast that for a moment her head spun wildly. She snapped her head in both directions and blushed furiously when she remembered her dream. A second later she remembered what woke her up and threw the curtains surrounding her bed open. She watched as the girls scurried around in growing panic. She felt like she was supposed to join her three friends in panic, but didn't know why. "What's going on?" She asked as she scrambled from the bed, tumbling over her sheets before kicking them off.

They all froze as if they were surprised to see her there. "Your alarm didn't go of a second time." Ashley whined after a moment and they continued to scurry. "We'll be lucky if we make it to the potions class!" She whispered harshly. She flew from her bed and ran to the bathroom in their room. She finished quickly, forgoing washing her hair. She didn't want to be any later than she already was. She had transfiguration first period and again later during the day.

She grabbed one of her longer skirts and quickly dressed. They threw clothes and books everywhere, as they got ready. They raced downstairs together, knowing their hurried appearance would look worse once they reached the dungeons, and realized they were the only ones still left in the common room. They hurried down to the dungeons and pulled their robes right as best they could. She knocked firmly on the door, hoping they looked presentable enough. Slughorn opened the door and he gazed at them inquiringly. "You're late." He stated and studied their shambled appearances.

Amanda straightened her shoulders. "Yes, we are Professor, and I'm terribly sorry about that. We were…"

"They were asked to help Professor Dumbledore in the library, sir." A voice said from deeper into the class. Amanda tried to subtly see if she wasn't imagining things. She hadn't expected him to be in the class. It was the first potions class she's had since the year started two days ago and wasn't it supposed to be with Slytherins in her year?

Slughorn turned around and sighed, shaking his head. She could see Tom clearly now and looked away as a furious blush crept across her face. "Well come on in. We've got two hours and I still have to give you the theoretical about this potion." She didn't even know what they were making. They nodded and she suppressed a groan when she realized the only four seats left were at Tom's table.

How bloody cliché, she thought darkly. The one person she wanted to stay away from would be the one she'd be sitting next to. Both her and Kelly were muggle born in their group. Ashley was the only pureblood and Nina was half. She wasn't sure about Tom, it was something that was kept from everyone at school like it was a sin to hear, but most everyone else was purebloods…and Slytherin. She could almost feel the suffocating hate the felt for them. Ashley glared at them and sat with her head held high and gazing at Professor Slughorn like he was the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. She and Kelly glanced at each other, stifling amused giggles and listened to Slughorn.

Eventually he left them to make the Living Draught potion. She wondered if he started out every year like this. The Slytherin seventh years rolled their eyes and she wondered why they were there in the first place. They weren't brewing potions like the rest of them. It seemed like they were merely in attendance because there was no place else for them to be. She sighed darkly when the bean she was trying to cut, refused to be cut. She cursed the stupid bean thoroughly. Her dark brown hair was starting to become frizzy from the fumes and she really didn't like the curly effect it was having on her tied up hair.

"Potions," she froze as the soft word came from behind her. His chest pressed to her back as she stiffened completely. He took her hands and made them do his bidding, "is all about patience." He murmured into her ear. He crushed the bean with the blunt side of the blade, the juice inside bubbling onto the wooden tray.

"Tom!" He looked up, still bent over her. She sat even straighter. He slowly rose from his position next to her and she noticed the looks her friends were giving her. None of them were even pretending to work. Granted, neither were the Slytherins at their table, but she assumed they knew something she didn't as there was a glint in their eyes she didn't know how to decipher. There was but one who didn't look too happy with them. Tom's hands were laid gently on her shoulders. "She's supposed to do it herself." Slughorn scolded as he hurried over to them, his stomach exceeding him.

She had never had much patience with Professor Slughorn. She didn't know what it was about him that she didn't like. Her annoyance with him grew as Tom moved away. She was shocked at her own feelings. Another furious blush creeping into her face as she again remembered her dream. Tom sat down, the corners of his mouth slightly pulled up in a smirk. She continued doing her work with trembling hands. Once or twice she looked up to find at least one of the Slytherins looking at her, and again she got the feeling that they knew something, something she didn't know.

When the bell finally rang, Amanda was amongst the first outside. Ashley was smirking when she reached Amanda and settled into the brunette's pace without complaint. Amanda had no desire to speak about what happened in the dungeons and she hoped that neither did Ashley. Although she, better than most, knew Ashley wouldn't let it go until she had an answer that satisfied her. She hoped pretending that her nosy friend didn't exist would save her from the questioning. Of course if the blonde wanted something, most often she got it. "If you ignore me, I'll think you don't want to be my friend." Ashley was quite the manipulator and often used that skill to make people feel guilty. It was probably because of that skill that she was going out with one Abraxes Malfoy. He was one of the most manipulative boys Amanda's ever had the displeasure of meeting, and boy did he hate muggle borns. She was surprised he even allowed Ashley to be her friend; of course Ashley didn't allow boys to tell her who to be friends with.

Amanda glanced at her best friend. Sometimes she wondered what would've happened had they not nearly come to blows. And that because of a silly thing like a messy room. Amanda remembered forbidding the elves to clean Ashley's side. Ashley's eyes were positively glittering with the prospect of something juicy. "Then don't ask." The glitter faded somewhat, but not enough for Amanda to be off the hook.

Ashley sighed dreamily. "But this is Tom Riddle." She said in a staged whisper. "This is the same boy nearly every Hogwarts girl wants." She continued. "And, excuse me; he's paying attention to you." Amanda glowered. She knew Ashley meant nothing bad by it. The blonde's brow creased as if she was confused. "Don't get me wrong," she said suddenly, "but why? I mean your muggle born. From what I've heard he's not too fond – to put it mildly – of muggle borns or muggles."

Her words cemented Amanda's theory. Tom Riddle was up to something and he was going to use her to get it. "Exactly." She said, causing Ashley to look at her. "It's nothing. I'm sure he was merely trying to entertain his friends."

Ashley snorted in a very un-lady like manner. "I don't know. Of course Abraxes has a high regard for him, but Tom supposedly doesn't spent too much time thinking up silly entertainment games for boys. He won't tell me, but he says Tom's planning something big." Ashley's most reliable source for all things Slytherins was her beloved Abraxes. "Doesn't matter though, do you like him?"

Amanda was caught off guard for a moment. Like him? What sort of question was that? Of course she liked him; she's liked him since she learned what it means to like a boy. "I might." She replied, trying to be vague.

Ashley squealed, drawing attention to them, and clapped her hands together. "Plan of action, you make him wish he had you. One day you'll go out with him, the next your too busy." She said conspiratorially.

Amanda rolled her eyes. "I'll see you in the Great Hall." She said and turned down a corridor. Ashley had muggle studies while she had ancient runes. The blonde claimed it was far easier to learn about muggles than to try and figure out what the runes were saying.

Amanda frowned as she made her way to her class. Ashley's words kept forcing their way to the front of her thoughts. Why would a boy with no care for muggle borns be interested in her? She didn't hide her heritage, she was proud of it.

Her thought train was broken when she bumped into someone. Her books scattered across the floor and she wondered – not for the first time – if she shouldn't start using her book bag. She knelt down to gather her things, ignoring the person she had bumped into for the time being. She did become aware of him as he helped her gather her things. She completely stopped when she realized who it was. Abraxes Malfoy looked at her imploringly, sternly commanding her to take her books. "Riley." He snapped when she didn't. She quickly gathered her books. He hadn't called her mudblood. Something strange was going on. She was certain Abraxes merely knew her because he was dating Ashley.

"Excuse me?" She questioned flabbergasted. "What did you call me?"

He glowered at her with silver eyes. "I have my limits. I won't call you Amanda even if you are Tom's new interest." He snapped and walked into class.

Tom's interest? Her eyes widened and her heart started to beat wildly. Something told her to be afraid, but of what, she couldn't really tell. It occurred to her that in the time span of one night her whole world had been thrown about. First Tom Riddle spoke to her, then he touched her, then she dreamt about him, then he helped her in potions (and she was sure enough he was flirting with her) and then Abraxes Malfoy gained some respect for her because Tom Riddle was interested in her.

Soon enough she found herself wandering into the Great Hall. Her green eyes slipped towards the Slytherin table. She saw him immediately and just as quickly her view of him was obscured by a bespectacled boy with bright blue eyes. She could help the smile spreading across her face. The Gryffindor prefect looked very happy to see her. "Potter." She acknowledged.

He grinned. "Friends call each other by name, Riley." He informed her crossing his arms over his chest. He was Gryffindor's star. He was their most favorite beater, prefect, brilliant grades and not bad to look at. Ashley called him safe. Amanda couldn't help but agree. Edward Potter didn't have any dangerous airs around him. He's been her friend since first year and has been trying to get her to go out with him since third. He smirked smugly and threw his arm around her, the pureblood made her turn in the direction of the Slytherin table.

Her eyes immediately sought out Tom's. As her greens connected with his blues, she looked away, fighting against the flush on creeping onto her face. "Of course, I've been hearing rumors." Edward said teasingly.

"Ignore them." She said slipping from under his arms. She didn't want to give Tom any wrong ideas. She frowned at the thought. Why would she care about giving Tom any idea? "You of all people should know how rumors start in this place. You shouldn't listen to them."

He rolled his eyes and turned towards Gryffindor table. "Of course not. You be good now, Riley." He said and waved as he walked away.

*

Potter? Hermione stared at the Diary for a long time. Malfoy too. This girl knew the names of two people she knew directly. She wondered who exactly this Potter was. Clearly he wasn't Harry's dad, probably his grandfather. Hermione felt giddy at knowing something about Harry and Malfoy that they themselves probably didn't know. After all, Malfoy always bragged his whole family was in Slytherin, unless Abraxes didn't marry Ashley, his grandmother was in Ravenclaw. Another thought settled in the girl's mind. The name Tom Riddle was familiar to her, yet from where she couldn't remember. She knew Harry or Ron, or one of the grownups downstairs would know, but she was too comfortable and curious to stop reading now.

*

She smiled and walked over to their normal seat. She could feel eyes on her. She ignored them as she sat down and looked over to see Ashley smirking profusely at her. "You know, if you want him to notice you, you shouldn't give that look to Potter." She said calmly.

Amanda glared at her. "What look?" She asked frowning.

Ashley laughed. "Relax, Amanda." She shook her head. "So have you thought about my plan?" She questioned.

Amanda rolled her eyes as she dished herself some food. "No. I'm sure you caught Malfoy that way, but I intend to let him do all the work. It's him who has an interest in me." She reply smartly.

Nina looked up, her bright red hair frizzy as always. It was like she had just walked out of a potions class. She was the daughter of Terry Terbulous and goodness was she smart. The girl outsmarted nearly everyone but Tom Riddle himself. "Him?" She questioned, closing her book. "Him who?"

Amanda glared hard and Ashley, the latter merely smirked cheerily. "Tom Riddle." The blonde said before Amanda cold stop her. She had nothing against Nina. She loved the girl to death, but Nina was calculative, she wouldn't have a girlish reaction to the news, she'd much rather have a logical one.

"Stay away from Tom Riddle."

She froze in place. She had expected Nina to speak, not Kelly. The three of them turned to the silent counter part. Nina raised a brow at the other muggle born. "Tom Riddle would be a good choice in partner. After all, he is head boy." She said. Amanda was half surprised that the girl even gave her approval. She rarely approved of anything that had to do with boys.

Kelly snorted and slammed her book shut. Of all the girls in her dorm, she felt like she was supposed to be closest to Kelly, but strangely they have never found equal footing. "If you are so easy to forget Myrtle's death, then so be it, but I am not willing to." She snapped.

Ashley frowned. "We've all come to the conclusion that it wasn't Hagrid, but you're implying that it's one of the most trusted students this school has." She said coldly in reply. That had always been Ashley. Those that were friends to those she loved, she would defend.

The raven-haired girl sighed and shook her head and leaned in towards the table so she could speak her theory. "A girl dies in this school and the only one unaffected is the future head boy? Ashley, you saw the school after they carried her out. We've all been in shock, even the Slytherins. Abraxes said that even they were afraid, but he stood there as if nothing was wrong. Myrtle was a muggle born, a mudblood." She whispered urgently, as if she was imploring them to understand.

Amanda felt a cold clenching of her gut and Kelly must've seen it. Neither Nina nor Ashley was looking at her, but Kelly's amber gaze was filled with certainty that Amanda was starting to think about this. The brunette couldn't deny that the whole school had been in shock; the Ravenclaws were hit hardest. For all her complaints, the teasing from Slytherin and some Gryffindor girls had ultimately destroyed Myrtle. Everyone in Ravenclaw had loved Myrtle and her curious ways. Abraxes had stood with them and stared as they had taken her body from the school, he had clutched Ashley's hand and made her promise him to never enter that bathroom. She didn't. Tom however had stood further along with not expression on his face, unaffected as Kelly had called it.

What if Kelly was right?

*

Hermione shook her head. Confused and annoyed that the entry had ended there. 'What if Kelly was right?' of course she wasn't right! It was just the musings of a jealous girl, Hermione was sure of that. She was surprised by the show of caring emotion from Abraxes Amanda and noted. Granted she assumed if Lucius Malfoy was to loose his wife he would also care. For all their faults, the Malfoys were loyal and loving partner…or so she heard.

Hermione frowned and turned the page, unable to wait for the next entry.