Hurray I have come yet again with another chapter! To all my lovely supporters out there taking the time to read this (incredibly crappy) story I thank you all so much! You're all my drive to continue on with this story even though I know my grammar sucks, my spelling is horrible, and my plot is as twisted as a slinkie. Hope you all enjoy!

Hit's camera reel.

BOOM!

Over the course of the weekend Juliet was noticing something really off about Tom and she wasn't too sure why. For all of Saturday he was muttering to himself, and so far this Sunday he's been scribbling in what looks like a new notebook. What subject it was for though was the real question. Every time Juliet took a peak Tom would slam the book shut and tell her to leave. As soon as she attempted to leave he then stopped her and told her she wasn't a bother. Later that day he walked with her to everywhere she went. They eventually ended up sitting in the room of requirement, both dilly dallying in their own affairs. Tom of course with his notebook, and Juliet was attempting to knit a scarf. He never spent this much time with her, much less wanted to walk with her anywhere. Juliet kept peering up from her work to stare at the Wizard skeptically.

Something was definitely wrong with Tom.

"Hey, Tom." He looked up from his notebook. "I'll be right back, promise." Juliet got up from her seat and started to walk away.

"Wait." The wizard closed his book. "I'll go with you."

"Uh no… really, you don't have too." Juliet said.

"I insist."

"And so do I, sit. It will only take a minute." Juliet said trying to walk away.

"Why can't I come?" Said the Slytherin taking another step forward.

"I-I need to take care of something… something that doesn't involve you…" the petite witch felt like she was being cornered.

"Doesn't involve me? Are you meeting up with someone…" He said suspiciously.

"Oh for gods sake can't I use the bathroom in peace?!" She yelled.

Tom just froze in place.

"Thank you!" She quickly ran to the bathroom in great haste to relieve herself.

A few minutes later, after taking care of business, Juliet was pacing in the lavatory back in forth. She had absolutely no idea what was going on. Tom NEVER likes being with her, now all of a sudden he won't leave her alone. He's always writing in that darn notebook and she doesn't even know what its about! He could be sick, maybe he had a fight with a friend, maybe he's worried about getting bad grades. It could be anything for all she knew.

Juliet face palmed, her eyes then looking towards the mirror.

"… WHY DOESN'T HE JUST TELL ME DAMMIT?!" she screeched.

Back at the library Tom was scratching his head. He was rereading his notes carefully, making sure it all looked right.

The notebook Tom was writing in the whole time was his plan to get Juliet away from Alfred Black without being suspicious. So far he has done an excellent job keeping an eye on the Witch this whole Sunday without looking too strange. The real deal breaker was the plan written in his notebook.

He had it all figured out.

Tom would simply ask Juliet out in a way that seemed like a friendly outing to her, but looks like its a date to Alfred Black. It was bloody perfect, because this way Alfred would think they're dating and he would give up on her. Juliet on the other hand would have no clue what was happening to begin with and everyone ends up happy. Well, everyone but Alfred, but he could care less about the bastar-

"Earth to Tom, are you still there?" Tom snapped out of his gaze, instantly closing his notebook to hide the plan.

"Yes, yes, yes I'm here you stupid-" Tom stopped himself, reminded of what Alfred said about name calling.

"I'm alright Juliet." He stated simply. He looked up to Juliet's face, only to see her look give a very horrified face.

"Who are you!" She yelled.

"What?" Okay, that came out of nowhere.

"I caught on to you who ever you are. You're not the real Tom Riddle! Tom would never follow me around, or call my name without saying an insult! Tell me what you've done with him or I'll hex you!" Juliet pulled out her wand, aiming it at the Slytherin.

Fuck being polite.

"Are you daft you stupid twit?! I am me and only me! Just because I decide to spend time with you doesn't mean I'm not me! And what do you mean by insults, I thought you would like it if I stopped calling you names!"

Juliet eyed him suspiciously, still not lowering her wand.

"Prove it."

"Prove what?"

"That you're the real Tom Riddle." Juliet stated.

"Are you really doing thi-"

"Prove it!" She yelled.

Tom sighed.

"… I promised…" The wizard sighed again, trying to put the right words together. "That time in the divination room, what you saw what was in the crystal ball, I promised I would protect you. That no matter what happened I would come and save you. That the monster that attacked you in that future would see a terrible end." Juliet's eyes widened, lowering her wand.

Tom took a few steps forward, this time the two were as close the time Tom inspected the picture of himself in Juliet's locket.

"We were the only ones there, does that give you enough proof?" He said softly.

Juliet looked the floor, nodding in approval.

"Good."

"What have you been writing in that notebook all day…" She mumbled.

"Nothing you need to worry about Juliet."

"Aw come on! You've been acting strange all day. If somethings bothering you you should tell me, I'm your friend!" Juliet couldn't help but stress the importance of this. Tom was important to her and he needs to come out of shell every once in a while so their friendship could grow.

Tom felt the sting. The minute she said "friend" it stung. Why did it hurt to hear that?

Regardless he had to come up with a lie fast.

"I was worried about my potions falling behind and-"

"You're lying!' She yelled, hitting him on the chest. "Tell the truth!"

For the first time in his life, Tom Riddle was caught lying red handed.

"Look it's nothing to concern you." He said, attempting to reason with the Witch.

"Why not!" She begged.

"Because… because its stupid, and silly and quite frankly you wouldn't understand." Tom looked to his shoes.

Yes it was all incredibly stupid. Here he was, trying to protect this useless twat for going on a date with Alfred Black and he in all honesty didn't really know why. All he knew was that he hated the idea with all his being, and you always go with your gut.

"Maybe I would understand if you would just talk to me every once in a while. Why don't you trust me? Do you think I'm going to judge you?"

Yes.

"It's not that… I just feel I can take care of this on my own and well… I… I don't want to trouble you with things I know I can handle myself." It came out choppy, but it seemed like a decent answer. At least it was honest… somewhat…

"….." Juliet looked to the ground again, trying to hold back tears.

"Will you promise to talk to me if it gets out of hand…" The Gryffindor was trying her hardest not to look like a cry baby.

"Yes, I promise…. I'll even pinky promise if it will make you feel better." He said trying to assure her.

She looked up, looking teary eyed.

"Really?"

"Yes, Really." He held out his pinky, waiting for it to be shook.

Juliet pulled out her hand and completed the pinky swear.

Their friendship may be shaky, but at least they're trusting each other.

So there it is folks, a small, tiny development. He's actually attempted to communicate! Can you believe it?! Oh well, I wonder what will happen to Toms plan. What do you all think? Do you think it's all going to work out? Let me know! I love to hear from you guys :D