A/N Wow, I haven't written in a while. You know, with school and everything, and all of those exams, and hot guys, and homework, and hot guys, and…..

Ahem, right, story

Recap

Ginny admits that she is in love with Blaise, and Bella and Hermione decide to do something about it. Little do they know that Ginny is writing in a diary with Tom Riddle on the cover…… oooooh, people it's moldie voldie!

'WATCH MY HEAD, VINCENT!' Draco yelled as a bludger very nearly missed the top of his head.

'Sorry, I just thought I saw Bella and Hermione by the front gates.' The lumbering giant replied.

'Since when is the mudblood Hermione?' Draco snapped.

Vincent shrugged, then squinted at the forms of two girls flying across the massive estate towards the practice quidditch pitch.

'Oy, BLAISE! THOMAS!' Gregory yelled. 'It's your sister!'

'I don't have a sister.' Blaise commented as he landed, running a hand through his black windswept hair.

'Ehmagawd, they don't have any shirts on. This is really bad for my concentration.' Arabella gasped.

Hermione rolled her eyes. She really hated flying, and had no idea how Bella could do it side-saddle.

'Bella, and mu… erm, Granger.' Blaise said. 'What are you doing here?'

'Don't I have an excuse for visiting my most favourite hot Slytherins?' Bella flashed her award-winning smile.

'What do you want?' Thomas asked tiredly.

'Inter-house unity. Hermione is going to talk to all of you very hot boys, while I ask Blaise something, alrighties?'

Ignoring the evil looks that she was getting from Hermione, Bella yanked Blaise off to the side.

'Have you finally decided that you've had enough of the Gryffs and are staying at my house?' Blaise asked.

'No, believe it or not, I like hanging out with Ginny and Hermione.' She carefully watched his expression when she mentioned Ginny. Damn her house's ability to hide their emotions.

'Look, Blaise, I know that you like Gin. You should ask her to Hogsmade when we get back to school.'

'I can't'

'Why not?' Arabella blinked. This was most definently not the reaction she expected.

Blaise sighed. 'She's the little sister of one of the members of the Golden Trio. That would be like putting my head on a chopping block and yelling swing away.'

Arabella blinked.

Hermione, on the other hand, was having much more fun.

'So, I was always under the impression that you hid in a library and studied all summer, Granger.' Theo commented.

'Believe it or not, I do more, exciting things during the summer.' She raised an eyebrow suggestively, nearly cracking up when she saw Theo's expression. He was practically drooling.

'So I guess there's another side to Granger that we don't know about.' Vincent smiled.

'Maybe.' Hermione mentally rolled her eyes. Hello, her face was up here, not on her boobs. To guys she was a walking pair of breasts.

'So, what are you all doing,' Hermione began, and listened to the three rant away about something.

'So you played Quidditch.'

'Yaah, I'm the best.'

'No, I'm the best.'

'You're keeper, wow sounds dangerous.'

Male ranting.

'Wow.'

More male posturing.

'You are the biggest dickheads I ever met.'

As Hermione expected, the guys were so mesmerised by her boobs that they didn't even realise what she said.

Draco and Thomas were chatting while they watched Hermione entrancing the other three, and Arabella and Blaise arguing about something.

'She's out of control.' Thomas was complaining. 'All she cares about is manipulating people and attracting guys.'

'Have wonderbra, will travel.' Arabella replied as she walked over.

'Too much information!' Thomas yelled, covering his ears.

'Don't be such a prude.'

'PRUDE? ME, PRUDISH? HA! I've slept with more girls than Draco!'

'Erlack! There were that many drunk people? Or were they just insane?' Bella grimaced.

'Funny. So what is going on between you and Saint Potter?' Draco demanded.

Arabella mumbled something about bets and keeping peace.

'You were snogging Potter?' Thomas yelled.

'Erm, define snogging!' Arabella said brightly. 'Say, kissing full on, with tounge, or feeling up, or maybe closed lips, or snogging for three minutes without break?' Noting everyone's enraged expressions Arabella thought it best not to continue, not. When she was in a hole, she rather liked to keep digging. 'I mean, yaah, we got to about number six on the snogging scale, but it wasn't the full monty or anything.'

'ERLACK!' Thomas yelled. He and Draco grabbed her arms and dragged her off to the side.

'Bella, look, hanging out with Potter is suicide.' Draco snapped.

'No, actually, he is one of the most sought after guy at Hogwarts after you, Thomas, Henry, Michael, Blaise, and Chris.' Bella corrected.

'No, I mean real suicide.' Draco snapped through gritted teeth.

Arabella, although not normally brilliant, got what he was saying. 'Draco, I don't want to know.'

'Yaah, well you have to. Believe it or not, Bella, there is a war going on. It may be under wraps, but there is!'

She quickly covered her ears. 'Bla blabitybla, I can't here you, you are wearing ladies underwear, la ladity la la.'

'BELLA!' Draco snapped, pulling her arm away from her ear. 'Be careful. Believe it or not, but Thomas, Blaise, and I can't be there every single second of the day to clean up your messes!'

'I can take care of myself!' Bella snapped, for once acting like a haughty Slytherin. 'I don't need anyone to clean up after me!' She tossed her head.

'Very amusing, but you can't. You mess up everything, just like you messed up by snogging Potter.'

'Hey, maybe I might actually like him!' Arabella snapped.

'You don't and you won't.' Thomas growled. 'You're coming home.'

'No!'

'Fine, we'll give you another chance.' Draco snapped at her.

'What?'

Thomas looked equally surprised.

'Prove that you are a Slytherin and clean up your own messes. Break Potter's heart.'

Arabella narrowed her eyes, pouted. 'Fine.'

She spun on her heel and stormed off.

Although she was normally oblivious, her anger made her overcome with a lot of obliviositynessinessity, and she didn't notice the wand lying in on the ground.

Thomas Marvolo Riddle

I am Lord Voldemort