She didn't often take to boys.

Sure, she flirted, dated a little, hung out with them, but she didn't actually like them in the "like-like" kind of way. They were just never her type.

So it was to her surprise, of course, when she found her attentions directed towards a boy.

A certain boy, a bad boy.

Her attentions were most definitely set towards a bad direction. A definite "no-no".

She liked Tom Riddle.

She would never tell anyone of course—much less him—because that would be hypocritical.

How many years had she criticized her friends for liking him?

Scorned them for liking someone so obviously bad news?

They couldn't believe she thought he was a bad person. What do you mean? They asked. He's a model student with model grades, a model face, a model body—he's perfect.

Yeah, she thought back to them in her mind. And a model actress, too.

It was unbelievable to think that she would like him.

But everyone did.

And that was just it.

She had a feeling that in years to come, people would look back on their school years and think to themselves, I can't believe I liked Tom Riddle—look at what he turned out to be.

She had no way of knowing that no one would do that.

Because no one would know that he was the one, and only, Lord Voldemort.

But she…

She would forever suspect the truth.

As she got married, had kids, and lived her life, she would always look back at her school years and think to herself, I wonder…