After a few months, Tom knew the whole deal of Hogwarts as Ginny saw it. Ginny had grown fond of Tom. Tom's time at Hogwarts was mainly secretive; Tom wasn't as open about it as Ginny was. Tom in general, Ginny had noticed, was secretive. Secretive as he was, they were still close. Closer than Ginny had ever thought she'd ever be with a sixteen-year-old boy.

Hello Tom.

Ginny! I thought you'd never come. It's boring inside a diary, you know.

Well, um, no, I don't know, Tom. I've, er, never been in a diary.

Forgot. Anything mildly exciting happen today?

Mildly, yes.

Ah, do tell. I live to hear.

Watch the sarcasm, or I might just leave you.

You wouldn't. I'm your favourite person in the world.

Yeah, yeah. . .

Anyway, what happened? What's shaking Ginny World?

Colin asked me out!

You're too young to go out, little girl.

Yeah, yeah. . . always my age. . .

And what did you say, I might ask?

No! I'm not getting pictures taken of me every time. . . um. . . anything might happen.

Raises an eyebrow. (A/N: This isn't the internet, he's not going to put :: , sorry!)

Drop it.

Yes, Ginny, whatever you say. . . any other reasons you rejected his feelings for you?

You know how to make a girl guilty.

I've had practice.

Yes, there's another reason. I don't like him.

Odd, I thought you were best friends.

I mean. . . THAT way.

Ah, yes, and just WHO do you like that way?

Erm, that's sort of embarrassing.

How so?

It just is!

Wait, you've already told me. It's. swoon. HARRY POTTER! Oh he's sooo.

Shut up! And, no, not him.

Ah, there's another boy? Who's the lucky guy?

Lucky? Nah.

You're deliberately going off topic.

You're good at that.

I'm a male, therefore I'm a master at it.

Good, while we're at it, let's go completely off topic. Just one hundred percent off topic.

No, I don't think so, Gin. Not this time. You're telling me. Who is it?

You freak me out sometimes.

I crave knowledge. Sorry about that.

Yeah, whatever. I told you, it's embarrassing.

Is he younger?

No.

Your age?

No.

Older, then.

Yup.

Oh, is it a brother? A Professor? A friend of a parent?

Brother?! Professor?! Friend of a parent?! Ew, no.

I rest my case. It's not that embarrassing. How old is this guy?

Five years older than me.

Sixteen.

Yeah, I'd hoped that'd be harder to figure out for you. Shoot.

You gave yourself away.

Silence.

Ginny, sweetie, it alright.

Still silent.

I like you too.

Could it be true? Could Tom Riddle, a sixteen year old, whom she had feelings for, possibly like her? Tom wasn't one to lie. He was easily the most trusting person she knew. Not even her brothers- especially Fred and George- could be trusted as much as Tom.

You. . . do?

Yes, Ginny, I do.











A/N: Okay, guys, leaving you at what you will see is not much of a cliff hanger. Why, you ask? Oh, you'll see. . . but that's much, much later. I'm sure you think you know the plot of this fan fic by now, but trust me, you know nothing. It's not fluff, and, no, not a mystery. Don't even try to guess. But if you do, put your guesses on your review. I'd love to hear the insane things you guys will come up with!!!

And do remember that this is a roller coaster. You're only getting on to your seats.