A/N: Sorry I haven't updated the story yet…it's just…well, TOO MUCH SCHOOLWORK!!!! So I hope you'll like this chapter…that is all..btw, THANKS 4 THE REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!! I feel good reading them.

Chapter Eleven- Aphrodite

(Tom Riddle's p.o.v.)

Strange things have happened this year, as well as the past few years. Me discovering I'm the heir of Slytherin, being a prefect, Head Boy, and the boy of every girl's dreams…

I rolled over the right side on my bed, then in the left. I just couldn't sleep! Well, it was partly because of Ludwig Granger's loud and unbearable snores, and partly because of my fallen angel.

Now, you might ask: "Who?" Well, that is easy to answer. My fallen angel is none other than Hermione, and I have a good reason to prove it.

Her looks clearly say that she's heavenly

She's kind, not like my ex-girlfriend Aphrodite Burns

And I have never seen her since now! And she did fall face flat to the ground from heaven.

Some people might think I'm mental, but I'm not. I just think it's a logical explanation. The moment I saw her, it was love at first sight…I admit. I have never been swept off my feet like this. I have never felt my heart throbbing everytime I see her. You see, I never loved Aphrodite. We became a couple due to status, to become popular. But she's nothing but a flirt. And I'm being nice telling that she's a flirt, because she is far more worse than that. You see, I don't like traitors. I think they should be properly disposed (translation: to be killed) but since I still attend Hogwarts, I won't be able to do that. Although there is an aching feeling in my heart to poison her…

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"Come on, Hermione, we're going to be late for Transfiguration!" called Tom.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," said Hermione hurriedly, stepping out the girls' dormitories. She made an effort to take hold of all her books, but can't since there were so many.

"Let me carry that," Tom said, grabbing Hermione's things. "I don't want you having a hard time carrying this stuff, because of your fragile condition."

"Tom, I'm not pregnant!" exclaimed Hermione, laughing, which was music in Tom's ears.

"No you're not," Tom agreed. "But I insist."

"Well, fine, at least I have a handsome Prince Charming to protect me and carry my books."

"Ten Galleons an hour!" joked Tom. "Just kidding."

It was a Monday, so they were cheerful and refreshed and in a good mood. But later on, assignments and tests are gonna be crammed into their magical brains so they're gonna make the best of the morning.

When the two started walking in the hallways, all the guys looked at Hermione as if they've never seen anything like her before. "Take that Fleur Delacour!" she thought triumphantly, tossing her head and began to shake her hips a little. Then, she remembered the "mission."

"Maybe I'll just stay here for awhile and explore 1944," she decided.

"Your Majesty, her loyal subject is wishing that he must not be treated like a house-elf!"

Hermione looked at Tom, who was red and puffy from carrying all of her things.

"But you insisted!" she laughed.

"NO! I just said I was going to carry your books!" Tom joked, and Hermione gave him a playful smack in the face.

Obviously, the girls noticed Hermione's special treatment from Tom. Unfortunately, the one who saw the whole scenario was none other than Aphrodite Burns, Tom's ex-girlfriend. She had silver hair like Fleur Delacour, and she wore heavy make-up, so she looked like a thirty-year-old trying to look seventeen. She and her gang of Slytherin girls who were just as flirtatious as her wore the same expression in their heavily made-up faces: SHOCK.

"Oh, my gosh! I must be so special that Tom's playing rebel so I'll come back to his arms again!" Aphrodite said dramatically, and her girls nodded in agreement.

"And I am just going to give him that! And that Hermosis whatever her name is? I am going to make her life hell." Aphrodite smirked and started to walk towards Tom.

"Oh, hi Thomas!!!!!" she called.

Tom looked around then at Aphrodite, as if she were some kind of dung.

"Thomas, no need to pretend, I'm here!" exclaimed Aphrodite.

"Ditee (pronounced Dy-tee)," Tom said coolly. "First of all, my name isn't Thomas. It's Tom."

"I knew that!" shot Ditee. "My, you look parched. Lemme carry your books." She grabbed Hermione's books. "Let's go Tho-Tom!"

"Ah, excuse me," Hermione said politely. "Those are my books."

Ditee gave her a deadly glare. "Oh…is that so?" she said. "Well then, get them!"

"Wingardium Leviosa!" she said, and Hermione's books flew off the window. "Wow! They're flying like birds!" she applauded. "Oh, well, gotta run! See ya, Hermosis and Thomas Tom!!!"

She blew a kiss for Tom and smirked at Hermione. "Good luck in getting those books."

Hermione grabbed Ditee's wand. "Accio Books!" she screamed so she can summon her books. Her books went flying towards her and she catched them. But unfortunately, the heaviest book went straight in Ditee's face and she almost fell into the floor. One of her friends got the book and gave it to Hermione.

"WHY YOU FILTHY, UGLY HAG!!!!!" Ditee screamed and smacked her face as hard as she could. Hermione stared at her, her eyes filled with tears. When it started falling down her cheeks, she ran.

"Crybaby!!" teased Ditee after her.

"Hermione wait!" Tom called, but Hermione was nowhere to be seen.

"Let's go girls," Ditee said quickly but Tom yanked her arm with so much force it was almost twisted.

"Why the heck did you do that to Hermione?!" Tom spat, glaring at her. Ditee was scared for almost a second, but managed to keep her cool.

"Well…I was only teaching her a lesson on not to play with boys who have boyfriends," Ditee said innocently, giving Tom a puppy-dog look which made her look a baby pug.

Without warning, Tom retrieved his wand and said: "Jelucio!"

Ditee's legs once normal were now made of jelly. "EEK!!!!" she screamed, trying to walk but slipped.

"Diteeeee!!!!" squealed the girls, running in circles and making funny motions in their perfectly manicured hands, which looked like they were doing a war dance.

Students looked on this VERY hilarious scenario. Just then, they heard footsteps. Footsteps of a certain teacher called Juliet Sewell, the strictest teacher in Hogwarts.

"Alright now, step aside you little mounds of dirt!" she snapped, pushing students away. "What is going on in here?"

She saw Ditee with the Jelly Legs and Tom glaring at her.

"Alright who gave Ditee Jelly-Legs?" Ms. Sewell said, annoyed. "Whoever did it didn't do it quite properly.

"It was Tom, ma'am!" squeaked a girl from Ditee's circle of friends.

"Mr. Riddle?! As in Head Boy of Hogwarts and pride of every teacher?" exclaimed Prof. Sewell in utter disbelief.

She squinted her cold gray eyes on Tom.

"I heard you offended this little lass," she said coolly. Then gave him a murderous glare. "Explain yourself."

"Professor Sewell, I merely lost my temper because Aphrodite here threw out Hermione's books out of the window and I got mad and hexed her and…"

"MR. RIDDLE I AM SO ASHAMED OF YOU!!!" yelled Professor Sewell furiously. "SURELY AS HEAD BOY YOU WOULD KNOW ALL THE RULES BY HEART, RIGHT??? BUT NOOOOO…YOU DECIDE TO PLAY DIRTY! DO YOU THINK THAT IT IS RIGHT TO HEX STUDENTS FOR MISBEHAVING?"

"No, ma'am," Tom said softly.

"Well then, Three Points from Slytherin." Prof. Sewell took a look at Ditee's Jelly Legs. "Jelly Legs suit you better you know," she informed Ditee.

"Excuse me?!" asked Ditee.

"Never mind." Prof. Sewell took out her wand and muttered "Normucio" and Ditee's legs became humongous again. Prof. Sewell glared at the students. "Now I want each and every one of you to return in your classrooms and pretend this never happened. NOW!!!!"