Okay, here's chapter 11, everyone! I will make this one longer for you all, because I feel I owe you more than just tiny chapters. But first, my responses:

sweet-essence03: thank you SOOOO much! And I think tom is very hot, also. Haha we have a crush on a book character…this is so sad…anyway, thank you again, and aren't you glad I'm updating? Hah I'm full of myself, sorry.

hglvr42593: thanks!

Angelic Bladez: I must admit when I read the first few lines of your review, I thought you were a flamer! but then I read it, and sorry for not updating and for my cliffhanger! I wont do as extreme ones in the future. As extreme.

PhanPhic-adict: I love your username, btw! Anyhow, just wait, tom and Hermione will be together soon. And I agree—house fights are stupid.

Kitty0617: Thanks!

Pozest-Illusion: haha, I am laughing so hard! Aghost! Lol, I laugh at like everything. Yes, I'll update again soon.

Mrs Pierre Bouvier: Thanks—I tried to make myrtle in character.

BlueEyedFairy: Thank you so much, and I love your stories too!

Sadistically Insane: Ah, my faithful and wonderful reviwer. Yes, tom killed myrtle already, because I think he did it in 6th year, right? Well, either way, myrtle's a goner, and I have to keep her that way…for now…haha::evil look:

padfootbabeinblack: thanks! Yeah, I agree, that dance has gone on for a while…

Rain-Ix: uh oh…bad tom…you'll find out where myrtle ends up in due time, don't worry my fantastic reviewers.

Phew! So many reviwers! But if you want to, keep them coming because they brighten my lately dim days! On with the chapter…

Flashback

She took a deep breath and released it. "Myrtle? I'm from the future." She said bluntly.

Had she been alive, Myrtle would have fainted, but even as a ghost, she looked aghast, and even had a look of utter shock and confusion and horror in her clear face.

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Myrtle's celestial mouth was agape, her pearlescent teeth shining with the dim sunlight coming through the window. Her pigtails and dress were slightly blowing in the nonexistent breeze, and all was quiet except for the steady drip drip of the broken faucet. After a while, myrtle pursed her lips and scrunched up her face in confusion.

"So you—you—you're really from—the—the future?" Myrtle asked, still amazed and flabbergasted.

"Yes." Hermione said simply. She decided the unblocked path would be the harshest but easiest one.

"Hmmm…" Myrtle thought aloud. "So that's how you knew how I died?" she asked quietly.

Hermione briefly glanced at the soaked and slippery floor. "Yes."

"Ah." Myrtle said ambiguously. Suddenly her eyes brightened, glistening wildly. "Can you tell me things? Huh? Can you!"

Hermione laughed in spite of herself at Myrtle's excitement. On the one hand, Myrtle is dead, so it wouldn't really matter if Hermione told her. On the other hand, Myrtle is still talking and walking, so she could tell others. Hermione was having a fast-paced internal battle with herself.

"Um…like what kind of things?" Hermione settled.

"I dunno. Like…" Myrtle started, thinking. She suddenly got an exhilarated smile on her face. "Like how many cute guys can I see na—" she stopped, redness unable to come across on her face, but Hermione was sure it would be there if Myrtle was alive. "I—I mean…"

Hermione saved her by holding up a hand. "It's alright." She said with a laugh. "Trust me…you'll meet plenty of guys." She responded, thinking fondly of Cedric and Harry during their quest for the second Triwizard task clue. Abashedly, she thought of how jealous at that moment she would be of Myrtle. Sure there were probably more cons than pros, but being able to sneak up on people (especially of the male gender), would be appealing.

"Hmmm…" Hermione thought quickly. "I wonder who looked better…Cedric or Harry…" she stopped thinking, flushing at her own ideas. Ghosts and Lavender were really starting to have an effect on her. Which was bad.

"Hermione?" Myrtle said tentatively. "Anything else I should know?" she asked, slightly concerned, but unable to keep the excitement out of her voice.

"Huh? Oh. No, not really…" Hermione trailed off lamely. Myrtle fixed her with something like a frown mixed with a look of confusion with a dash of disappointment in there.

"Oh." Myrtle replied. "Well, so much for that." She said simply. "I wasn't expecting much…not even when I was alive." An almost corporeal tear slid down her cheek, falling onto her dress, but disappearing before anything could happen. Abruptly, Myrtle sped off towards the drain, vanishing from Hermione's astonished eyes. Hermione shook her head, smirking at the past to future similarities.

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Tom violently shook his head, dark brown curls shadowing his even darker but captivating eyes. Irritatingly, he brushed a particularly unruly strand out of his way, though that one happened to be shorter than the rest, so it did absolutely nothing. All that annoyance did to his mood was increase it in anger. He was very pissed off at himself, the world, and everyone in it. He cursed him and his family for passing down the "No-one-cares-for-me-so-i-don't-care-for-them-and-i-will-be-an-ass" gene. And, unfortunately, he had to continue and stick with it. He couldn't help it. But lately, the better half of his mind had been telling him how stupid he was for believing it. Unconsciously, he agreed.

He sighed for the twelfth time that day, sub-consciously fidgeting with that irking wisp of hair. "This is getting ridiculous." He muttered. "Encarre." That once impish piece of hair was immediately lengthened and forcefully shoved behind his ear, though with him smirking. He had only just discovered that spell after he had been hit with a particularly bothersome hex by a girl he had thrice rejected. He had thought it was low at the time (and still did, as he grimaced), but gave her commends after struggling to find a counter-curse.

Slowly—very slowly—he trudged down to the Slytherin common room, and despite his recent warmness, he was shivering just the slightest bit. As he thought again, he was desperately wondering why the dorms were down in the dungeons. What purpose or perks did they serve being all the way underground? In his eyes, there was absolutely no point. At all. But he didn't have a choice. The Sorting Hat put him in Slytherin; there was no alternative.

Impulsively, he stopped. "Wait." He said, unnecessarily, to himself. "There is one option. Mind you, it would be insanely awkward and embarrassing. Not to mention I would be completely contradicting myself. But the way I see it, I have to do it. To save my conscience…and hers."

Yeah, I know it's kind of a bad chapter, but I'll update hopefully again tonight, but probably by tomorrow. But I hope this'll sustain you till then? Anyhow, I'll be up soon! xoxo.