Credit goes to iheartpeguins9298 who gave me and idea for this story

Hermione's POV

She was in the library spying on Riddle if she could find out what he was up to maybe she could stop him, if not, well then she'd have to resort to more drastic measures.

"What's that you're reading Tom" asked Hermione, she had to become his friend to gain his trust.

"None of your business, leave me alone I'm trying to work" Riddle snapped at her.

She started to wish she didn't have to do what she was going to have to do but it was for the greater good, right?

The next morning she sat across from him at the Slytherin table without anyone noticing quickly spiked his pumpkin juice with the draught of living death and put it back. She quickly got up and left, no one even noticed.

Tom's POV

He was about to take a sip of his pumpkin juice when he smelled something, not really a bad smell he thought, more of a poisonous smell.

Of course it smelt just like the draught of living death, someone had spiked his pumpkin juice. He scanned the table for any guilty faces when he realized that Hermione was gone but she was here just a minute ago......

His thoughts trailed off as he began to put things together.