I Watched My Friend Make History Today

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, etc. etc. I don't even own the bloody Chamber of Secrets. I do, however, own the plot. And I think I also have some claim on the first names of Tom's wonderful best friends. BOOYA.

A/N: Wow. I haven't written a fanfic in a long time! Hopefully I'll get going with this and actually write the rest of the chapters, unlike my other fics. (Speaking of those, I am working on them, I swear!). I know that the title is weird, but it was the best I could do _. Anyways, inspiration for this was from Cathy's TMR Mini-Shrine. I think maybe this can count as a late Christmas present, too, Cathycakes? XD

Anyways. Enjoy.

Chapter One: I Only Wanted To Do My Homework

I was sitting behind a corner, trying to do my homework on the cold, stone floor of the Slytherin Common Room. No one, even me, quite knows why, but I can't seem to really concentrate on a comfortable couch (which the SCR has an abundance of), much less do my homework on one. The Common Room had been quite noisy a few hours back, which wasn't much help. However, it was already two hours 'till midnight, and it's much quiter now. Deadly quiet, in fact.

I looked down at the parchment in front of me, brow creased in concentration. I wanted to get this homework done. I'm almost done, in fact, only a couple more sentences and-- Mandrakes in hell, who is making all that racket?!

I looked around the Common Room, ready to shout something rather vulgar at whoever it was running noisily in and disturbing my peace. Until, of course, I realised who it was.

"Rom, Rom!"

A certain Tom Riddle ran toward the only other occupant of the Slytherin Common Room -- blonde haired Romulus Malfoy. Riddle stopped short in front of him, trying to catch his breath and practically waving around a book he was holding. This was, of course, a very unusual thing for him to do, so Rom responded with a raised eyebrow.

"What is it, Tom? You found out about some sort of illegal secret organization running around here right under Dippet's nose, have you?" Despite my annoyance at the invasion of peace, I couldn't help but snigger quietly to myself. That's Rom for you, I thought. Snide and sarcastic.

"No, no, not that," said Tom, waving his hand impatiently. "Where's Ransleigh? I need him to hear this, too!"

At the sound of my name, I started paying more attention, but I was also hesitant. The Professor gave us a week to do this Transfiguration, and I had waited until now, the day before it was due, to actually do it. However, he did seem like he had something important to say....

"He's off doing Merlin-knows-what." Romulus sat up straight on the arm chair he was on. "Look, if you're that anxious about it, why don't you just tell me and we'll update Ransleigh about it later?"

At that, what did you really expect me to do? "I'm here," I said quietly, standing up and masking my mood. "What is it, Tom?"

The raven-haired boy looked back and forth between me and Romulus, his two best friends, in a way that made us want to shout 'Spit it out already, dammit, or I'm going back to my work!'. However, us being calm and collected Slytherins, we didn't do that. It was quite tempting, though.

"Well?" Rom and I asked at the same time. "Out with it," he added.

Nodding and summoning us closer (much to our annoyance), Tom took on a serious exterior. "Alright. Listen, I told you two I was off to detention, right--?"

"Yes, and you damn near shocked us to death," said Rom sarcastically, getting the vibe that this wasn't going to be such a big matter at all. To be quite honest, I was, too. "Tom Riddle, Prefect and teacher's pet to ever single bloody teacher in the school, getting detention! It was unreal, really."

"It was unreal," said Tom earnestly. He paused for a second to let this sink into us.

"YOU--"

"But that's not the point," he continued on hastily, trying to hide the smile he had. "The point is, I wasn't in detention--"

"We figured that much," Romulus muttered bitterly.

"--I was off doing research on...well... you know..." Tom looked at us meaningfully.

"The Chamber of Secrets?" I supplied. My tone was not one of awe -- it was one of skeptical disbelief.

Let me tell you something. Tom Marvolo Riddle is one very determined boy. He hates muggles and mudbloods, too, but that was elementary. He always gets what he wants, and I really think he's up to something or another all the time. He was acting suspicious ever since first year, when we came to Hogwarts, and he always had that one diary with him. He never shows it to us, and after the first few tries, we gave up trying to find out what it was about. He was stubborn, too, Tom. Very stubborn. Of course, me and Romulus were stubborn as well, but it was really no use. Besides, we had other things to worry about.

Like when Tom started spouting all these rubbish about The Chamber of Secrets. That's some sort of fable, and no one really believes it exists. Except for Tom. Not a single day has passed since Second Year that he hadn't said a single word about that Chamber. We always just replied with a bored "Oh, that's great, Tom" or "Wonderful! Hand me that right there, will you?"

Now, don't think that me and Malfoy aren't good friends to him. We are, and we aren't just lackeys like everyone else says, either. We were just trying to discourage him. I mean, no one else believed in that fanciful story. Everyone else would think he was mad. It didn't work, though, obviously. He still believed the fact that that Chamber exists as much as the fact that Dippet was our headmaster. Is our headmaster, rather.

"Yes!" Tom replied happily, grinning widely.

I groaned. "Oh, come off it, Riddle," I said. "You lied to us about having detention and ran all the way here like a bloody lunatic just to tell us you were doing research on the Chamber of Secrets?" I said the name with emphasis.

"But I wasn't just doing research!" He replied over-dramatically. "I found out where it is."

There was silence among us three as Romulus and I thought about what we heard.

"You know where it is?" Rom echoed.

"I know where it is," said Tom earnestly. Rom looked at me. I stared back.

"Well--" I started, but I was cut off by, who else? Tom.

"And I want you two to come and explore it with me!"

"Explore it with you?" I looked at Tom like he was mad, then fixed my gaze back on Rom. "Well? How about it?"

He shrugged back. "Sure, why not? I've already read Hogwarts A History fifty-three times before, anyways." He closed the book he was reading beforehand and placed it on top of the centerpiece table.

"Okay, brilliant," said Tom cheerfully. You know something? He really needs to cut out on the cheerfulness. Not that I wasn't glad he was happy for once, I was, but he was starting to scare me. "Let's go then."

He started to walk out of the Slytherin Common Room, and me and Romulus followed him. Right on to the third floor.

Tom started to walk towards a corridor that everybody was familiar about. One that everyone avoided. Well, not the corridor itself, of course. I meant what was in the corridor.

"Hold on a second," said Romulus, breaking the silence in which we had been walking through. "Where are we going?" I knew by the sound of his voice that he had quite a clear idea on where, but just wanted some confirmation.

Tom looked back at him with obviously strained patience. "The girls bathroom, of course," he said said, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.

We gaped at him.

"The what?!" Romulus and I screamed in unison.

The day I'm going into a Girl's Bathroom, much less that one, will be the day hell freezes over, thank you very much!

And now I'm about to get dragged into this, no doubt, by the ever persuasive Tom Riddle.

Dammit, I only wanted to do my homework!