Hermione knew right where the library was from McGonagall's office because, no matter where she was in Hogwarts, she could find her way there. The library was where she spent most of her time. It was a sanctuary for her; an escape where she could get away from all the madness and enter another world through books. But that madness was over now...right?

"Where is it?" Draco said nastily.

"I-I don't know! Where do you think they'd keep yearbooks in a huge library like this?"

"In a yearbook section?"

Hermione suddenly lifted her hand. "Accio Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Yearbook 1945!"

An abrupt whoosh followed a loud whipping noise as a book came flying to Hermione from the left. It came from the Restricted Section.

"Oh my God, that actually worked!" Hermione exclaimed, proud of herself. "it came fron the...Restricted Section. How odd..." But she couldn't prepare herself to catch the book on time. It hit her hard in the side and she toppled over.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked immediately, leaning over to pick her up.

She rolled over from being flat on her face to sitting "criss-cross applesauce" with the yearbook in front of her. "I'm fine, I'm fine." She looked up at Draco and gestured to the yearbook. "Shall we?"

He nodded and took a seat next to her on the ground. He did the honors of opening the yearbook.

They quickly flipped through the pages, looking for something, if anything, with value. They finally flipped their way to the "Class of 1945" page. On it were the names of every student that graduated, along with a list of those who graduated at the top of the class. Hermione immediately noticed the name of someone familiar...Thomas M. Riddle.

She quickly skimmed through the other names and read them aloud to Draco. "Thomas M Riddle, Aurora Higgins, Enid Elphick, Eunice Strougler, Warrington Fittleworth, Goodwin Dearborn, Roddy Jones, Niles Wintringham, Zoticus King, Freya Platt, Gabrielle Pendragon, Sacharissa Edgecomb, Iris Morris..."

"None of those sound familiar...at all"

"Apparently they were the top of their class. Tom is the only Slytherin here. He's also the only Slytherin Head Boy...ever. I don't recognize anyone else though either..."

"Wait, look." Draco said, pointing to a name on the list and the House name next to it. "This girl was in Slytherin too. Iris Morris."

Hermione pressed her lips together, focusing on solving the puzzle in front of her. She turned the page. This was the page for the "Best Of" awards. Someone named Zotus Lee was named Best Smile and someone named Elliliss Watson was named Best Eyes. Still, Hermione didn't see anyone familiar-looking on this page...until she saw the last category.

"Oh, my God..." she whispered. This was the picture that changed everything. She covered her mouth with her hand.

"What is it?" Draco questioned.

"Voted Best Couple..." she said, amazed. "Tom Riddle and Iris Morris." It was a black and white moving photo of Tom and Iris, Tom slightly less serious than usual, looking at Iris with a small smile. Iris looks at Tom and kisses him on the lips. The picture plays over and over.

"I can't believe this. I mean, this is impossible."

"Well, it's not like he was bad looking...he probably got loads of girls when he was at Hogwarts..."

"No, not that, Draco. It's just...I thought Tom-Voldemort-whatever was incapable of feeling love because he was conceived under the effects of a Love Potion, instead of real love."

"Isn't that a little...judgemental?"

"No! It's scientific!" Hermione exclaimed. "Everyone has thought so for years, even Dumbledore himself. Didn't anyone ever see this?"

"...I guess not."

"But what about the people that went to school with him and voted him best couple? They should have said something about this to someone!"

"Maybe he killed them all." Draco mumbled.

"Draco, that's awful...but highly possible."

They both sat in silence for a few moments. Hermione was stunned.

"So now what?" Draco asked.

"Now, we find this Iris Morris...this could be the answer we're looking for, Draco."