A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you for all the AWESOME reviews! I mean seriously 86 reviews? You guys are insane. That was so much more than we hoped for. We love each and every one of you so so much! And so, without further ado, here's Chapter 11...our LONGEST CHAPTER YET which is double the size of the previous. Hope you guys enjoy the update (and the waffles :D)

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Chapter 11- Hogsmeade and Waffles

After two nights of being roughly woken up, Elena thought she'd get used to it, but was proven wrong. She got up and went through the usual morning routine as Tom Riddle. Of course, showering was possible now with strong Disillusionment Charms, so she felt clean at least.

They had decided to meet behind Gregory the Smarmy's statue before breakfast, and Tom was late. After waiting for another fifteen minutes, she saw herself stumble into the corridor and behind the statue. Elena frowned. Her walk seemed more like a strut, her nose was in the air and her gaze looked disdainfully upon the rest of the students, as if they were beneath her attention. She also noticed that the said students were giving her strange looks and she was the object of many eye-rolls.

She glared at Tom as he approached the statue. "Can you please stop walking like such a snob, everyone thinks that now that I've been hanging around with you, I've become an arrogant toerag."

"Well, excuse me for walking how I normally walk. Not all of us can afford to slouch around like a lazy good-for-nothing."

Elena rolled her eyes. There was no use arguing with Riddle. "So, what's the plan?"

"Well, I think that we should tell each other how we would interact with people in our acquaintance so that there are no misconceptions as to our identities. I really don't want anyone to find out about this."

"Oh…about that…we kind of have a problem…"

"A problem? Already?"

"Well, you know those two blokes in your dormitory, Malfoy and the whats-his-name?"

"Avery."

"Oh yeah, him! Well…"

He raised an eyebrow, urging her to continue, but it didn't look quite so impressive on her face.

"They think we're shagging," She said this very fast.

"They think we're WHAT?"

"Shagging you know, the thing two people do to conceive a child although usually they do it for pleasure. It is also known as copulating, coupling, or even having sexual intercour-

"I know what it means, Grey. But how did they get this impression? Did you say something?"

"Why would I say something? No, they apparently heard a noise from the dormitory in the morning and saw us emerge from the Forbidden Forest together and…well…"

"Wait what noise?"

"Ok look so maybe I screamed when I saw my reflection, but I GUESS it came out as some kind of a…moan or something…"

"Please refrain from making odd noises in the future. It doesn't do any good to my reputation!"

"You know what, I think its done brilliant things for your reputation, you know what I mean, its mine we've got to worry about. I don't want everyone thinking I'm a trollop!"

"How has it benefited my reputation? My dorm-mates think I'm a layabout who just sleeps around!"

"At least now no one thinks you're a nancy!"

Riddle was speechless. He never thought that people could think he batted for the other team. Well, he never had shown any romantic inclinations towards anyone.

"Well, lets just leave it at that then. I suppose it could be worse. We just have to make sure that in the future we don't appear to have…engaged in…illicit activities."

"Well that's all very well, but we're going to look as though we've just engaged in them now. I mean, we're behind a statue Riddle! And anyway, what about me? Now they all think that I'm some sort of a scarlet woman!"

"A what?"

"Riddle have you honestly lived under a rock all these years? A scarlet woman, also known as a harlot, skank, tart, trollop or a slut, is a woman who gets paid or just likes to shag many many different men."

"I know, so you mean a promiscuous woman?"

"Um, no. Alright this is going nowhere. A prostitute is what I was referring to."

Riddle looked appalled and said "Right. Well…um…I believe that the only way to remedy your situation is…um…well we can decide that later…" And with that Riddle stalked off to the Great Hall, leaving a furious Elena behind.

Later that afternoon during a free period, Tom trudged down his usual path to the library. As he emerged from a hidden tapestry he heard someone call out…

"Elena?"

He turned and saw a vaguely familiar Ravenclaw seventh year walking towards him. He had no idea how Grey knew him.

"Yes?" He said, in his usual curt tone.

Taken aback, the seventh year said, "I'm Luke remember? From two nights ago."

Tom gaped at him open mouthed. When Grey was talking about being a 'scarlet woman' she must have forgotten to mention her nightly activities. But it couldn't be possible, he thought, as he stared the seventh-year down. He thought Grey had better taste than that.

"Right, right. So, I'm in a bit of a hurry actually so…"

"Don't you remember? We met at the kitchens and you introduced me to your beloved waffles?"

Oh, right. I should have known it would be about the waffles again. If Grey doesn't stop eating she'll end up looking like Muriel Weasley… Tom unconsciously shivered.

"Oh of course," Tom said much more warmly, "So what did you want to say?"

Looking around shiftily, 'Luke' blushed, "Well, there is a Hogsmeade weekend coming up and I was wondering…If…well, you might want to go with me? I could show you around as I know you've never been before. I know we've only met once but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since our…night together."

Tom stood there utterly repulsed by 'Luke's' impassioned speech. This was getting interesting but Tom was unduly annoyed as Luke was taking away from his time.

"Luke, I am really sorry but," he tried to sound apologetic, "I have…DETENTION!"

Of course, I can get away with this. No one would question Grey getting detention.

"That doesn't matter! I'll do it with you! We can still make it somewhat of a date."

The idiot really didn't know when to give up. Tom inwardly rolled his eyes and knew now there was only one way to stop his…advances.

"Actually Luke, I'm going to Hogsmeade with…Tom Riddle.," He said after a moment's hesitation.

Luke was shocked, "Riddle? As in the guy who cursed you a few days ago in Defence Against The Dark Arts? Are you sure it is safe to go out with him? Elena trust me, the bloke is no good."

"Well, actually, Tom, is a perfectly fine person. He didn't mean to curse me…it was just in the…moment of the duel…and it didn't do any resulting damage, did it?"

Tom was outraged that some lowly faceless student dared to insult him to his own face.

Luke raised an eyebrow and said, "Well, don't come crying to me when things don't work out. The lad hasn't showed any interest in anyone for six years and there is no way he does not have an ulterior motive for asking you out. I thought you were better than all those girls that fawn over him but clearly, you're not."

"You know what Luke; I think our conversation has finished here as I have no desire to speak to you any longer. Now excuse me I actually have work to do." Tom resisted the urge to curse him into oblivion as the git walked away.

Tom suddenly realised that now he would actually have to go to Hogsmeade with Grey as no doubt Luke would be on the lookout. He would have a hard time explaining that to her…

Elena walked out of Arithimacy and tried to catch up to Riddle but he seemed to have disappeared as soon as he stepped out of the classroom. She went to the Slytherin common room and took the best seat by the really small fire compared to the Gryffindor common room. The seats looked more for show than actual sitting. They were elaborately carved and had snake motifs everywhere. It was getting a bit creepy actually.

She sat down and closed her eyes. It would be a very long two weeks till she finally returned to her own body. Well, at least, she might take the opportunity to learn more about Riddle. She did after all have a mission to complete.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of two admittedly pretty Slytherin girls. They stopped laughing and upon catching sight of her, their eyes narrowed dangerously into slits. Well, she could see the same jealousy that was in Lucy, in them. She ignored them until she overheard her own name being hissed.

"…just shagging him. I bet, she's gotten bored of all the Gryffindor boys so now she's coming after Tom Riddle."

"Yeah, I heard she slipped him a love potion, I mean, there is NO WAY, Riddle would fall for that."

"I agree but if I were her, I would actually try to stay with him. After all, he is quite a catch."

"Oh, but you never know these skanks. The just hanker after one thing and once they have it, they leave."

"What a minger."

"Agreed."

Elena sat there in shock. Her situation was getting very bad indeed. Now everyone, or at least everyone in Slytherin, really thought she was a cheap harlot. How can I reverse the situation? She thought hard and the answer came to her in one glorious inspirational stroke.

Once she was done with dinner, Elena motioned subtly to Riddle across the Hall to follow her out. Thankfully, no one noticed this. She left quietly and before long, he too followed, finally finding her at the library.

After casting a silencing charm, around them, Tom finally broke the silence.

"Grey. We might have another little 'situation' here."

"Wait, what happened now?"

"Do you know someone called Luke by any chance?"

"Yeah! He's my grandfa-…friend…we…ate waffles together when WE were supposed to be doing that instead."

"Yes…well…He asked you…well, me out to Hogsmeade this weekend…"

"He, WHAT?"

"Yes, and I said no because he was aggravating me," he said.

"And how did you say no exactly?" Elena asked fearing the worst.

"Well, I may have…hinted that you and I would be going to Hogsmeade…together…"

If Tom expected her to be furious, he was disappointed. Elena was taken aback but now she saw how this fell in well with her own plans.

"Riddle, what if we pretend we actually liked each other and did go together? That way my reputation wouldn't be tainted as I would actually be your girlfriend and everyone would anyway think we would get married after school ends and they wouldn't question the…illicit…activities like you said because they would expect us to…take part in them…" (A/N: In the 1940s, usually people got married very early and only slept with their future spouses because this is high class pureblood society here. So, most students would assume that since it is already their sixth year and if they have a lasting relationship, they continue it on for life.)

"I suppose that could work, although it would be a waste of time keeping up our false relationship for another year."

"Well, I think we're going to be seeing a lot of each other for the next two weeks and maybe after that…"

"What are you insinuating?" He asked suspiciously.

"Well, we might become friends right? And then we would hang around each other so it would seem that we're going out."

"I don't have time or space for friends in my life, Grey."

"Yeah, whatever, let's just concentrate on getting through these two weeks first," she quickly replied.

"And that includes going to Hosmeade on Saturday?"

"I suppose. Let's meet at the entrance hall on Saturday at nine after breakfast and then you can show me around Hogsmeade. I've heard it's the only completely wizarding settlement in Britian."

"Do I actually have to show you around? Can we just go our separate ways once we've reached?"

"No. I don't know my way around, remember? And I think you would look really stupid asking stangers for directions seeing as I'm in your body at the moment."

Tom sighed in defeat. "Alright, I'll see you then."

The next few days flew by surprisingly quickly and all too soon it was Saturday. Tom woke up dejectedly. He would have to spend yet another unproductive weekend, when he could have been searching for the elusive book, that held the key for his first step towards immortality. Funnily wenough, he had not thought about his personal quest for power. The diary lay untouched in his trunk. Suddenly, a deep fear gripped Tom. What if Grey finds the diary? It was enchanted but I have no idea if she can break through. She has already shown exemplary skill.

Dismissing the issue for the moment, Tom got out of bed wearily and walked to the bathroom. After washing, he rummaged through Grey's trunk looking for something to wear. After pulling out a surprising amount of Muggle clothing he finally found a suitable dress and a matching trench coat. He was about to leave the still-sleeping dorm when a shrill voice screamed "WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?"

The blonde (now obviously wide awake), who he had learnt was called Charlotte said, "Aren't you going with Riddle today? You can't be going in THAT. There is NO WAY I, as a friend, will let you go out looking like a hag trying to dress like a vampire."

"What's wrong with it?" Tom asked impatiently.

Charlotte simply waved her wand. The black dress, instead of skimming the floor now settled just above his knees. His trench coat took on a cream-brown colour and his shoes were replaced by knee-length brown chestnut boots.

"There you go! Now take a look at yourself in the mirror."

Tom hesitantly looked at his reflection. Well, Grey looks decent for a change I suppose. He turned back to Charlotte, thanked her and was about to leave when he was stopped for the second time.

"So, you're going with Tom Riddle today?" Lucy, as he knew her to be his stalker, acidly asked.

"Yes, I was just about to leave, so if you'll excuse me…" Tom had no time for her today.

"Fine. But now I know to never take your word for something. You specifically told me you and Tom were friends, and nothing more, but now you're going with him to Hogsmeade! The height of the cheek!"

Tom did not bother answering and just swung open the door and stormed out of the dormitory and into the common room. He was greeted by Potter and his crew who gave him wide-eyed stares and admiring glances. Noah Bennett, whom who knew to be Grey's friend, said "Hey, looking good today Elena! Hear you have a big date? So you'll be going to Madame Puddifoot's as usual?" He threw a wink at Tom.

"No, no, Tom is going to show me around."

"Ohhh, so it's Tom now is it?"

Tom was yet again rendered speechless and answered, "Well yes, we are…courting…so we should be on a first name basis."

Bennett nodded before giving him another wink, "Well, best be on your way now, don't keep Tom waiting."

Tom rolled his eyes and walked out, not knowing why everyone was making such a big fuss over this. He went to the breakfast hall, had his usual breakfast of two slices of toast and plain black tea. He saw Elena across the hall stuffing herself with bacon, eggs, and the customary waffles.

Finally the time came for the two of them to meet at the entrance hall. He walked up to her (or rather himself) very conscious of the fact that the whole school (including several of the professors AND Dippet) staring at them.

"I will take your hand, act normal," she said out of the corner of her mouth. She did and someone wolf-whistled in the background. Tom groaned. Once he was back in his own body Avery and Malfoy were dead.

They hurriedly walked out of the front door and into the path descending into the snowing village. As soon as they were out of sight, Elena quickly let go of his hand (or rather her hand, but whatever, it was still awkward.) To ease the tension she said, "So…where are you going to show me to?"

"Well, we can go to Scrivenshaft's first as I need a new quill…"

"Are you bonkers? Isn't there like some sort of a sweet shop?" She asked, waiting expectantly for him to mention Honeydukes. She had been aching for one of those chocoballs with strawberry mousse and clotted cream ever since she had arrived.

"Yes, it's called Honeydukes and alright we will go there, but first we go to Scrivenshaft's."

"Ok, fine."

After spending, what were to Elena, fifteen boring minutes examining quills at Scrivenshaft's, Tom finally took the right turn into Honeyduke's. Out of the corner of her eye Elena recognised Zonko's except it wasn't as bright and the tricks seemed kind of childish to say the least.

Elena threw open the door into Honeydukes and was transported into heaven. She rushed in, snatching multiple packets of sweets at a time, and gushing loudly over the new fudge that they had just launched. She was impervious to Tom's murderous glares and the school crowd that was astonished to see Tom Riddle acting like a child in the sweet shop.

Tom was horrified at her behaviour and dragged her into the Honeyduke's cellar for a brief, but necessary conversation.

"What are you doing? Why are you acting as if you've never been in a sweet shop before? Can't you see what this is doing to my reputation? People now think that I'm a greedy person confronted with toffee!"

"Oh…whoops…well, not many people saw did they?"

If Tom's glare was a curse, she would have died ten times over.

"Alright, alright, I won't do it!"

"Hey, Abraxas," Avery whispered gleefully.

"What?" he whispered back.

"Guess who is prancing about the shop like a nutter?"

"Who?"

"Riddle! As in,Voldemort, our Lord!"

"What? No!"

Sure enough, when Abraxas looked across the aisle, there was Tom Riddle running up and down grabbing anything edible, which in this case meant everything.

A few minutes later, they saw Grey dragging him into the cellar. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Gavin?" Malfoy asked.

"What? That our Lord has finally realised chocolate makes a good aphrodisiac?"

"I was going to say, that he's been getting way too much shagging for his own good but I suppose that might explain why he's been running around buying chocolate like a maniac."

Tom and Elena walked out of the cellar of Honeydukes and Elena reluctantly purchased a quarter of her original amount of chocolate.

"That's it, we are going back. I cannot take all these people staring at my body. Look what you've gone and done, the whole school thinks I'm a lunatic!"

"Well sorry! Don't get your knickers in a twist, they'll just assume it's a side effect of our relationship and it will wear off."

Tom buried his face in his hands. This girl was out to ruin his life.

"Ok, I'll make it up to you. Let's go back to the Castle now. No one will be there and we can sneak into the kitchens and have some butterbeer while I try to persuade you to have some chocolate chip waffles."

Sighting wearily, Tom agreed seeing as there was no other option. Anyway, he preferred the empty castle to the bustling crowd at Hogsmeade.

As they walked back, Elena saw a fourteen year old Hagrid (although he was already about seven feet tall) trying to persuade a hooded stranger into giving him what looked like a box full of doxy droppings in exchange for a werewolf cub. Shaking her head, she asked Tom, "Is that a student? Does he live in that little hut?"

"That's just Hagrid," Tom said scornfully, "He was expelled last year for setting a beast on the school to kill all the mudbloods. I was the one who found out and accordingly informed the school. Unfortunately, Dumbledore decided to train him on as a gamekeeper."

"Really?" Elena asked suspiciously, "He doesn't look as though he would intentionally hurt anyone." Unlike some people she added in her mind.

"Yes," Tom quickly said, "but first impressions can be misleading."

"They certainly can," said Elena thinking of her own first impression of Riddle.

Once they reached the portrait of the fruit basket, Elena tickled the pear and let the two of them in. Tom had obviously no idea a kitchen even existed in Hogwarts to which Elena had replied, "Well, the house elves can't just conjure up the food, It defies Gamp's Law."

She ordered a butter beer for herself and Tom although he insisted that he didn't want it. And of course, some waffles.

The house elves brought them immediately and Tom stared condescendingly at his plate of chocolate chip waffles.

"Go on, eat it!" Elena encouraged.

He hesitantly took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "Hmm, they are good…"

"Good? That's all you can say?"

"Ok fine. They are very good," he took another bite.

She smiled knowingly. "I told you, you would like them."

Tom inwardly cursed himself. Why was he spending his day with an Elena of all people eating waffles of all things. And since when did he call her Elena? She was just an annoying girl who he was stuck with for two weeks. But you don't still think she's annoying do you? A snarky voice in the back of his head said.

After a comfortable silence and a lull in conversation, the two of them got up and left the kitchen but not after Elena had profusely thanked the house elves.

"Well, I suppose this is goodnight," said Tom once they had reached the entrance hall again. They were about to leave when they noticed most of the students had returned from Hogsmeade and someone who sounded suspiciously like Avery yelled out, "KISS HER!"

Tom's hand twitched to his wand and he silently cast a non verbal spell on Avery that caused his tongue to stick to his mouth as he gagged before uttering another word.

Elena too seemed annoyed and after exchanging a meaningful look with Tom she shouted out, "Keep your fantasies to yourself Avery! We know you're jealous!"

The students in the vicinity laughed and Avery turned a bright red, although that might have been because he was gagging on his tongue...

"I'll see you tomorrow," Elena said.

"Alright, goodnight…and thanks for the waffles by the way, they were better than I expected," he replied with a slight smile.

And with that, the two of them went their separate ways with mixed feelings about the day.

A/N: Awww, don't you just love them? Well, rest assured everything won't stay fluffy and happy for long...*mwahaha* For quicker updates press that cute little button that says 'review'. We just can't resit Avery and his snarky remarks. Oh, and to celebrate Harry, JK Rowling and Joey Richter's birthday we made BUTTERBEER using the recipe from mugglenet (it's the first one on google.) It tasted HEAVENLY and exactly like how we imagined butterbeer to taste like so we're reccomending you ALL try it out :)

And now, for a tantalising little excerpt to last you guys the week till we update again...

"And that's a hundred and ten to thirty to Gryffindor, the snitch evading capture by both teams' seekers. Although most of the credit does go to all the Gryffindor chasers for those goals, I must say that one of them is taking all of it. I swear, if Davies does the Wronski Feint one more time, a move that it only supposed to be used by the Seekers, I will personally fly out onto the pitch and throttle him!" - Guess who's commentating? Yep, that's right. None other than...

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Well, you'll find out next chapter.