Hello! So it's my birthday today and I'm finally sixteen and sick on my birthday, it's really great -.-! I'm the baby of my year and I'm small as well, it kind of sucks but you know! So I thought, as it's my birthday I'll give you a birthday present as well! So here's the next chapter, enjoy! Oh and

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I know that McGonagall is in Gryffindor; all heads of future houses are normally in the houses they are heads of. I however thought, that if Hermione was in Gryffindor, Tom would not have spoken to her at all as of the rivalry between the two houses but if she was in Ravenclaw, then she had more of a chance. And of course the Gryffindor Princess couldn't have been in Slytherin. Also I wanted her to have a familiar face in Ravenclaw, someone that would constantly remind her of where she was from so she would never forget her task and McGonagall seemed perfect for that duty and she readily accepted my offer. So, in Ravenclaw she stays! Also, I know Andromeda isn't in Hogwarts in that era as she was actually born six years later! But she does become quite essential to the story later, I could've used the few characters that I'd created but I wanted to use Andromeda so I did. And also, Tom is a deceiving and cunning character, he doesn't know that Hermione knows his true self. He thinks that she thinks he is the perfect student and he is not willing to drop that façade until his perfect air will not get him what he wants or he becomes too angry to maintain it which happens here a little bit! I'm sorry if you don't enjoy what I've changed from the original story but it's what I needed to do for my story to make it easier to write and more fun to read so I won't be changing anything!

emma-asteria
WOMAN, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS IMAGINE ME AS HERMIONE WHEN SHE CRIES! Have you noticed that? But I don't have Hermione hair anymore, just Ginny hair! It's whenever she's distressed you imagine me as her, I think you just like seeing me cry to be honest.
Also the fact that you imagine Danny as Riddle! Hehehe, I giggled! I don't think Danny could ever be that evil in his entire life, it's not in his nature! But I suppose from the description, he does kind of sound like him physically! Anyways, Love you Ems!

This is the dress Hermione wears to the Slug Club Party: .com/il_570xN.

Personally, I have fallen completely in love with it.

And McGonagalls dress: . (this one's more modern, but after an hour searching, I think it will do!)

Disclaimer:
I don't own any of this. Like really I don't. It's just a quick quills pen writing down a story and I correct the spelling. I knew I should have paid the extra galleon for the spelling…

Tom was frustrated. He sat by the fireplace in the Slytherin common room furiously thinking about the Granger girl, she still wouldn't talk to him and he was sure he must have seemed desperate to her. That she thought he may even like her, he shuddered at the thought. He hoped that she didn't, he knew he would lose his temper that he tried so hard to keep in control, but right now he needed an outlet for his emotions.

"Dawson." He drawled. "Call a meeting. Now." His voice was calm if a little lazy, but Dawson jumped as if he'd shouted at him. Everyone knew that Tom was in a bad mood. In fact, there was no 'bad' mood with Tom. That you could count on, his mood was either two things, as angry and as powerful as a Tsunami or a happy as a full dose of Felix Felics. Either way he would call a meeting and reward his followers or punish them. Dawson quickly ran to Tom who pushed his Dark Mark with the tip of his wand, he winced slighty as it felt as if his blood had been frozen and was quickly making its way to his heart, and he tried to be prepared for it but he never knew anyone who could not be surprised by the huge tug of their heart. It hit his ribcage, pulled towards Tom. He was a little thankful that he was not standing with his back to him, his heart being pulled backward hurt even more.

"Thank you Dawson. The usual place of course." Tom got up gracefully and went to the portrait of Salazar Slytherin hanging over the fireplace. He used his wand to trace the snake barely noticeable on Salazar's wand and it swung open to reveal a door. Tom quickly opened it and made his way down to a room, at first sight it looked warm and welcoming but Tom knew better. At the farside of the room, there was a raised podium with a sort of throne on it, he made his way towards it and sat down, inspecting the flagstones. They seemed more red then usual, someone obviously must have tortured here recently, Tom thought to himself. The floor was a deep red from all the blood Tom had spilled in the past and it was spattered waist high on the walls. He could have cleaned it easily but he liked to see the fear in peoples eyes when they realized what it was. A second later, the room filled with over 20 people, who all fit easily. They stood in rows and Tom smirked at them all.

"Dawson, report." He barked." "And for your sanity, it better be good." The boy gulped and stuttered out that four more people were almost joining their cause. Tom smirked at him.

"Hm, could be better Dawson. But…" He smiled, there was no warmth to it, only evil. Cold, pure evil and everyone in the room knew that Tom was out for blood. They knew it was coming, they'd been expecting it even. He'd been angry for days, ever since the first day back at term. "Crucio." He whispered and the boy writhed on the floor, screaming, crying but he knew now not to beg as that made him angrier. He repeated the spell again ad again. "Don't stutter in future Dawson." And it stopped, Dawson picked himself up and stood back in his place, wincing slighty but standing to attention.

"Latimer, report and you know not to make any mistakes, or else." Tom never told them what he would do, but they knew. They all knew far too well. A curly haired girl with brown short hair stepped forward confidently.

"We managed to persuade four giants to join the cause my Lord. Also two former students of Hogwarts, the purest of bloods."

"You checked?"

"Yes my Lord."

"Well Alexandra, I am impressed. I sent you out to recruit one giant, but you give me three more and two purebloods. Very impressed you may go, unless you wish to stay and observe the rest of the meeting." He smiled. Everyone knew what the answer was to be when Tom said that. They all remembered when someone gave the wrong answer, nearly always someone new who hadn't been told of the rules yet. And it was always unpleasant and always bloody. Alex gulped.

"I'd love to stay my Lord." She smiled. He nodded softly and she stepped back into line. The ritual carried on till all twenty Death Eaters had given reports, only Alexandra had succeded in her mission or didn't stutter, or showed nerves. Soon the blood was running across the floor and Tom was satisfied, his frustration completely gone.

"Now you all probably know of the new girl in our year, Hermione Granger in Ravenclaw. I believe she maybe very valuable to us in our cause and I personally will try to recruit her. That is all." And he left the room, slightly floating so that his feet didn't touch the blood on the ground. He smiled as he knew that later tonight, Hermione would have to talk to him. They were both attending the Slug Club party and Slughorn always fixed the ritual and paired people on their intelligence, tonight he would get Hermione.

Hermione and Minerva were stood in the girls dormitory in the Rvenclaw tower getting ready for the slug Club party. Minerva kept waving her wand past her hair, changing the style with each wave until she finally decided on having it down and straight.

"Min, that's how you have it every day. And yet you've been trying on hairstyles for half an hour." Hermione frowned at the girl. The girl shrugged back at her and walked into the bathroom. Hermione however was still in her robes, she'd thought about doing her hair like she had for the Yule Ball in fourth year but she didn't think the party was worth the hassle. She didn't really care anyway, there wasn't anyone she was really trying to impress, not yet anyway. She's promised herself that this weeked, she wouldn't talk to Tom Riddle no matter how much she knew she needed to. She needed at least one week to herself. To get herself ready, she used a simple spell on her hair to get rid of the frizz and bushiness. Instead it fell in soft curls down her back, she tugged at one of them. Her bushiness and frizz was familiar to her, she knew that to others she looked silly but she loved it. It felt like part of her and it always had been since she was eleven.

Dumbledore had dropped off a package for her earlier, he winked and told her that she had to wear that tonight. She slowly opened it up, careful not to rip any of the paper and pulled out a pale pink dress, it had a fitted bodice and straps, and the skirt flowed outward and came to Hermiones calfs. She carefully put it on and looked in the mirror in the dormitory.

"Wow Hermione, you look…beautiful." Minerva breathed as she came out of the bathroom. "And your hair looks amazing, but here." She pulled back two handfuls of hair from Hermione face and tied them at the back of her head. "You should wear your hair off your face Mione', you have beautiful features. Wait until Finnick sees you." She winked. Hermione turned to the girl and realized that she wasn't the beautiful one in the room, Minerva had curled her hair lightly and placed it on her head in a crown shape. Her dress was a contrast on black and white but in the very best way. It, also like Hermiones had straps and flowed out to her half. It perfectly showed off her figure and she looked stunning. She added a heart locket to her neck and smiled at Hermione.

"Min, you look breathtaking. Honestly, I think you'd even make Tom Riddle envious tonight." She smiled at the girl and then they heard a knock on the door.

"May I come in?" Asked a deep voice both of them recognised.

"Yes Finn." The both said in unsion. He came sweeping into the room, dressed in a grey suit that fitted him perfectly. He smiled at the both of them then his eyes lingered on Hermione when they both stood up.

"Wow…" He breathed. Minerva looked at him and smiled warmly.

"That was my reaction too. Doesn't our Mione' clean up well?"

"Yes, yes she does indeed. And Min so do you, you really do look gorgeous. Now may I escort two fine ladies to a party?" He beamed, holding his arms out for the girls to take them. They both graciously did and Finnick led them to the dungeons where Slughorn was holding his party. On the way down Andromeda joined them. They all agreed that she looked very pretty for an eleven year old, but Hermione and Minerva would most definitely steal the show that night so to speak. Soon they were by the enterance and Hermiones knees had started to shake. Minerva and Andromeda swiftly entered the dungeon, laughing and smiling like old friends but Hermione held back, terrified. Finnick took one look at her and knew he couldn't leave her alone out there. So he stayed and pulled her into a hug.

"What's wrong Hermione? I thought Beauxbatons had tons of parties?" He said softly, placing his hand on her shoulder so that she would face him.

"Yes, they did but I never really attended any. This is my first party in so long. And my last party did not end well." Hermione thought back to Bill and Fleurs wedding, how she'd lost Harry and Ron while the Death Eaters were there. The utter panic that swelled in her like nothing she'd ever felt before. Finally finding them and apparating them all away from there as soon as she could. Then she thought of the Yule Ball, crying on the steps because that pompous, red haired boy who broke her heart as a day to day occasion but she loved with every little piece of it. She sighed and linked arms with Finnick and walked into the room before he could ask her what had happened.

As they walked in, Hermione gasped, the party was alive. Not that the guests made it so, but all the decorations were alive, little glowbugs were flying just below a bluish black ceiling, that made it look like a starry night. The streamers were little silver fairies with long cloaks on, flying around the room, jumping from head to head. The wizard band in the corner played songs that Hermione had only heard from Mrs Welasley radio on 'oldies hour.' Everything was so new to her, but she knew it was so old aswell. She'd half expected the Weird Sisters to be there, palying songs that Hermione could jump and dance to, but she knew that that type of dancing hadn't really been invented yet. All there was to do was ballroom dancing, which of course Hermionehad preferred but she only wanted to do that if Finnick was her partner. Just as Hermione was about to ask him, a voice boomed from the far side of the room.

"Now, members of Slug Club. I want you all to interact with people that you don't normally. Someone who is interested as the same things as you. Tonight make firm friends and possibly even a first love. Now, all the boys will come up one by one and pick a name from this hat of a girl and she shall be your partner for tonight. You must dance with her, eat with her and I expect you all to be gentlemen and escort her back to her dormitory." Slughorn boomed with such pure joyful energy in his voice that it was contagious and Hermione got a little excited.

"Now first, Matthew Anders. Come and choose your partner. A small boy with dirty blonde hair, walked up the front, he looked slightly nervous and Hermione felt a pang of sympathy for him. He seemed as scared as she was. He quickly picked a name out of his hat and looked at it, smiled and looked at a pale girl with fair long, blonde hair next to Hermione. Slughorn, looked over his shoulder and shouted.

"Atlanta Boot. Both from Huffelpuff, I'm sure you will get on spendidly." He smiled at them both as Atlanta walked over to Matthew and took his arm before they walked off into the throng of adults that were on the other side of the room, all from former 'Slug Clubs.' But they were paying no attention to the 'Slug Club' that existed now, they had all already been through that procedure'

Next up was Robert Dawson, he seemed familiar to Hermione. Someone that she knew from home and when she realized who. She smiled tearfully, he reminded her of Charlie Weasley. He was almost a perfect replica, deep red hair, stocky build. Except that he was much taller and though he was stocky he was thinner then Charlie. However he seemed very arrogant, Hermione could tell from the way he walked and the way he held himself. She knew that whoever was paired with this boy would most probably have an awful time with him, unless they were in Slytherin with him. He lazily pulled out a piece of paper and looked at it in disgust.

"Minerva McGonagall." Slughorn smiled, and Minerva looked at Hermione.

"Merlin help me." She whispered to her before making her way to Dawson and she took his arm as if he was a dirty sock. Hermione stifled a giggle and turned to see a tall spindly looking boy walk off with a very thin girl with beautiful long blonde hair. Then It was Finnick's turn to go up, he walked up with a strut and turned and winked at Hermione who beamed back at him. And as he walked she heard girls sigh, she had to admit he was attractive, but she couldn't see what other girls saw. And when Finnick picked out his paper, he paled slightly and Slughorn shouted 'Bernadette Downsern.' As she walked up, Hermione recognised the girl who had called her a whore. She stiffened, Finnick looked a little scared and she was slightly scared for him but he smiled at Bernadette and she smiled back. He offered his arm and they walked off together. Hermione watched them as they walked off, then she heard her name being called by Slughorn, and turned to see that she was the last person in the crowd. And her partner was Riddle.

She gulped and made her way over to him, she smiled slightly at him but his face was expressionless, he nodded to her and took her arm.

"I'd knew you two would be put together, you're so alike. My two most prized members" Slughorn winked at them before also making his way into the throng of adults which was now spreading out to the area where the 'Slug Club' had been. Hermione realized that he had fixed it so that the two of them would be together and she'd never disliked the man more. So much for my Riddle-free weekend, she sighed to herself and walked, arm in arm with Tom to the crowd. They walked in silence, not glancing at each other till finally Tom broke the silence.

"You look very beautiful tonight Hermione. Honestly." He whispered, still facing forward. She looked at him perplexed, she was sure that was the first and last compliment she would ever get from Tom Riddle. He steered them over to another couple, who were much older then she was. Previous members of the 'Slug Club.' As he made polite conversation with them, a tight grip still on Hermiones arm to hold it in place. She wondered what Tom could possibly want, she went over hundreds of possible ideas in her head but none seemed to fit. Then she felt a breath in her ear that made her jump.

"Honestly Hermione, stop scowling. It's very unattractive and un-ladylike." Hermione hadn't even realized she was doing it but Tom had seen her. He watched her out of the corner of his eye and then she did that scowl that he enjoyed so much. But he knew to others that it would seem as if she didn't want to be there with him, and of course he couldn't have that. He smirked when he whispered in her ear and she jumped, he knew he couldn't scare her. Not yet at least, but he knew he at least intimidated her, even if it was only a miniscule amount to how much he intimidated everyone else. He steered her away from the boring couple that they had been talking to, and led her to the table as everyone was going to eat.

"Where are we sitting?" Hermione asked Tom, a hint of confusion in her voice. Of course, he thought, she expects us to sit with Minerva and Finn but it's only two to a table. How can she not see that? "Oh, only two to a table, right. So who are we going to sit with?"

"Alexandra Latimer and Douglas Dunleavy." He said the boys name with complete and pure disgust in his voice. Hermione looked at him and frowned.

"And what is so awful with Douglas Dunleavy?" she asked him harshly. He sighed, what is right with him? He thought, he has filthy blood.

"He's a Gryffindor and a dense one at that. Also he's an awful cheat; he kicked Finnick once in the face during a Quidditch match."

"Really?"

"Yes." He looked at her peculirarly. "Did you think I was lying?" He frowned.

"Oh, no. It's just, nevermind. Lets just sit down okay and please do not insult him."

"In case you have noticed Granger, I am very polite."

"Since when have you called me Granger?"

"Since when have I given you the impression I'm rude?"

"Just lets sit down, okay?" Hermione pulled him over to the table, smiled at the couple already sat there and sat down.

"Alexandra, Dunleavy." He nodded at them both. Hermione smiled and offered them her hand, which they both took, and introduced herself. Then the food arrived and they started to eat.

"How come you call Alexandra by her first name, but when it comes to your date, you call her by her surname?" Hermione asked in Toms head. At first he was shocked, but he kept his face composed, no flicker of emotion to be let out. Hermione has never spoken to me in my head first, he thought.

"Alexandra wasn't rude to me."

"Neither was I."

"On the contrary."

"Riddle, I was not rude and you know I wasn't. Just accept you were wrong."

"I'm never wrong Granger."

"You're an insufferable pain, that's what you are." Hermione sighed and heard Toms laugh in her head, she realized she actually liked it. But she carried on with her food until a house elf had taken away her last plate.

"You know, we shouldn't use them like that. They should be free." She sighed, watching the small house elf scurry away, painfully reminding her of Dobby, the free elf.

"Whatever are you talking about Granger?" Tom frowned.

"The house elfs, they shouldn't be servants, slaves even. They should be given holidays and pay and if the don't want to work they don't have to."

"I think they honestly enjoy their work Granger."

"but they don't, that's the thing. Especially the ones who work for pure blood families, they hate it. They treat them worse then dirt!

"Well, they're not wizards, or even humans. I on't think they're worth of their magic, I think they are less then dirt."

"How can you even say that?" Hermione shouted at him, but not loudly enough to attract attention. He put his hands up as a signal of defence.

"You can't shout at me for having an opinion. Just like I can't shout at you for having a different opinion." He smirked, Hermione's shoulders sagged, of course he was right. He nearly always was and Hermione ws already growing to hate it. "So, do you want to dance then?" He asked her, he's gotten out of his seat and was stood in front of her, holding out his hand. Hermione once again scowled at him, then caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She looked around them to see that they were the only two not dancing and were attracting attention, which she hated, but she didn't want to be in that close proximity to Lord Voldemort, but she knew she had no choice.

"Yes, thank you Riddle." He smiled at her and she clumsily got up out of her seat, which earned a smirk from Riddle, as if to say 'see, I am better then you at everything.' They made their way to the middle of the dance floor, Tom grabbed Hermiones waist and pulled her towards him and she squeaked. He laughed in her face.

"Are you okay?" He smirked. She punched his arm lightly.

"Fine." She said sharply and grabbed his other hand rougly and began to lead.

"No, no, no Granger. I lead." He said, twirling her round

"That's sexist." She persisted, still trying to lead.

"Tell me if I care." He whispered, finally leading the dance.

"You care." She whispered back feebly, knowing she'd lost once again.

"You know so little about me."

"Tell me then."

"Actually, I think you owe me something Granger."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you do, flick and swish, remember?" He asked while dipping her on flick and pulling her sharply up on swish.

"Oh, that. Thank you for giving my information that I would have found out anyway. There, now I don't owe you anything."

"How very rude Granger. But that doesn't work in my books, how about we compromise. You tell me one thing about you, I tell you one thing about me. Deal?"

"Deal, I suppose. And I am starting to know you Riddle, I know you will want me to go first."

"You are learning."

"Okay then, well do you think my hair looks better tonight because it's curled rather then it normally does?"

"That's a question, not a fact."

"Oh just answer it."

"Personally, I find your bushy unruly hair endearing, but yes – it looks better tonight." Hermione looked at him, did he really prefer her normally then now? She pushed the thought out of her mind and carried on.

"I actually used a spell in my first year to make it bushy rather then the way it is now as that's how it normally looks. Your turn."

"Why did you do that?"

"I prefer the way it feels and looks when it's bushy. It detracts attention away from me, it always has. Now, your turn."

"I've been a member of the Slug Club since my very first day at Hogwarts."

"My middle name's Jean."

"I got all 'O's in my Owls."

"I want to be an Animagus."

"I can't stand Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans."

"I broke my arm when I was eight." Tom looked at her and cocked his head.

"Really? How?"

"Well, there was this ballon and I was trying to catch it and I climbed up a tree and fell out." She blushed.

"Why were you trying to catch a ballon?"

"Because, it was a 'Good Luck' ballon for when my parents opened their dentistry." As soon as Hermione said it, she knew she's made a mistake. She saw the pure hate glint in Toms eyes and it made her gulp and shiver. She'd mistakenly given away her identity, who she really was.

"They're…dentists?" He said, pushing her away till she was at arms length and then Hermione stepped back a pace folding her arms against her chest.

"Yes, is there a problem with that?

"You're Muggle born?" He said with obvious disgust in his voice.

"Yes Riddle. I am." And he turned away and walked away, but not before Hermione heard him whisper 'dirty Mudblood.' And all she could see was red. This boy was the reason that she was called Mudblood, he was the reason she was discriminated against, he was the reason her life was hell for half of her life.

"Why don't you say that to my face Tom?" she shouted at his retreating figure. He stopped immediataely and so did everyone else in the room. She made her way towards him.

"Say it to my face Tom. What, do you not think I've heard it before? I hear it everywhere I go. No matter where I am, it seems to be the only thing that ever defines me. So to hear it one more time isn't going to affect me. So say it again, maybe this time so everyone else can hear it."

Tom looked at her, how could she be a Mudblood? How could a Mudblood be on the same level as him? It wasn't possible, it couldn't be. But she said she was and she had no reason to lie about it. If he was her then he would've said he was a pure-blood. He was a half-blood and he said he was a pureblood. But she got so angry at him calling her it, he didn't expect her to actually hear him but she had. And he expected her to take it and move on if she had. But no, here she was fighting back. She just kept suprising him. But what surprised him most was that she said she'd heard it before, but that couldn't be possible. He knew for a fact that no one in Beauxbatons knew that name as he had invented it himself. And he knew he was the first to know about her bloodline, otherwise his Death Eaters would've told him. Hermione, he knew, was not as she seemed to be, but he knew that he had to figure her out.

"You coward." She whispered deathly silent, tears in her eyes and she ran out of the room. Tom looked around to see everyone staring at him and he quickly ran out of the door after her.

Hermione ran through the corridors of Hogwarts, she'd lost her shoes somewhere along the way but she didn't care, not anymore. She was taken back to the Yule Ball, running through the corridors sobbing after arguing with Ron. She remembered sitting on the staircase crying her heart out, though no one really seemed to care about the girl on the staircase crying. No one ever did seem to care. Hermione was used to it, she stopped suddenly and realized she was in front of the Room of Requirement. She walked past it three times. 'Give me somewhere to hide." She thought and a door opened and she ran inside.

Tom watched Hermione run into the Room of Requirement, wondering how she knew it was there and it was obvious she did. She's stopped deliberately right in front of it and quickly walked past if three times and waited for the door to appear, as if she knew it would. He quickly walked over, and held the door open and slipped in. He saw Hermione sat in a chair, looking into a fire. Her eyes were glazed over, puffy and red and he could just make out tear tracks down her face. He realized that she was quite striking, even with the imperfections, not as beautiful as Bernadette but still sort of beautiful in her own way. But he shook the thought out of his head as she spoke quietly, barely a whisper.

"You followed me."

"I came to apologize.

"Why? You meant what you said, did't you?" Tom didn't reply and there was silence in the room. "Exactly as I thought, I don't want your false apology Riddle."

"I didn't mean to hurt or offend you. I'm sorry."

"If you'd meant to hurt or offend me, you would've said it to my face." Riddle didn't answer again. Unsure of what to even say to it, but he took the seat next to her. He also began to stare into the fire, watching the way the flames danced, consuming the wood until it was nothing more than ash. Ten minutes passed before he spoke again.

"Hermione?" She looked at him, confused as to why he used her first name.

"Tom?"

"Could I escort you back to your common room like the good gentleman I am?"

"I don't forgive you, you know."

"I didn't expect you had."

"And don't expect me to." He shrugged back at her, confident that she would eventually.

"Is that a yes then?"

"Come on." Hermione sighed and they walked in silence to the Ravenclaw Common Room, Hermione wrapped her arms around herself and turned to Tom.

"Goodnight then."

"I am sorry."

"No you're not. You don't feel any regret whatsoever."

"Stop that!" He shouted in her face, the fury becoming apparent in his features. Hard anger, glinting at the edges of his eyes desperate to break loose. "You don't know what I feel and what I don't!"

"Well tell me I'm wrong then!" She shouted back.

"That's not the point. Why don't you understand, you know nothing about me. Nothing, so don't presume you do. I may not really mean my apology, but that doesn't mean you should call me on it. You should be greatful you even get one."

"Why, because perfect Tom Riddle never apologizes to anyone, especially people like me."

"For once in your miserable exsistance, you are right Hermione. Why would I waste my breath apologizing to a filthy little mudblood like you? You are below me, you are below the house elfs who are miniscule pieces of dirt on the bottom of my feet. You are a waste of bone, flesh and magic and you shouldn't have been born, do you understand? And the sooner you learn that the better." He snarled at her, turned on his feet and strode off. Hermione stood there frozen, still not believe what had just happened. Even Malfoy had never talked to her like that. And at that moment, Hermione really did feel completely worthless. She went into her dormitory, crawled into bed and cried for all she was worth and though it was not a lot., she cried until she couldn't any longer and fell into a dreamless sleep.

I'm actually really proud of this chapter. So yeah, I hope you have all had a brilliant summer and have fun back at school! I'll see two of you soon! And I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review aswell! It's like ambrosia to me.