"Tom!" I screamed, storming through the Slytherin Common Room's door. "Where the fuck is he?" I muttered to myself.

"Who?" I heard Tom's voice ask. I could feel him move around me like a snake, and soon he was directly in front of me.

"You!" I shouted, and his eyes widened slightly.

"Your stupid Knights—" I was cut off by his hand, and he dragged me to his room. When we got there, he opened the door and shoved me in.

"Now," he started, brushing invisible dust off his school uniform. "What about my Knights?" He smirked, and I had a feeling he knew what I was going to say.

"They won't stop assaulting me! They touch me, and ruin my essays, and taunt me, and—" I stopped talking. Tom pat my head like I was a child.

"There, there," he said, looking at me empathetically. "I'll tell them to stop." He smiled at me reassuringly.

"Tom?" I asked, looking absentmindedly toward his neatly made bed.

"Yes?" He questioned.

"Can you, um... well... will you... nevermind." I mumbled.

"You may leave, Hermione." Tom said. I looked at him. His head was tilted to the side, and he was looking at me like I was a riddle he was trying to solve. I turned around after I had walked to the door.

"By the way Tom, I had dream last night, and you were in it." I said hoping he'd be interested.

"What happened?" He asked, and thankfully, I heard curiosity in his voice.

"We were just snogging." I replied, and rushed out of his room.

I imagined him looking astonished after I said it.

Smiling, I headed to the Room of Requirement.