"Do you trust me?" Tom whispered in Minerva's ear. She shuddered at his touch.
"Um-m," she stuttered.
"That's all I get. Um. Have I given you a reason not to trust me?" Tom twisted Minerva's hair around to one side and pressed his lips to her neck.
"No."
"Then come with me."
It had been a week since the Hufflepuff girl was found petrified in the corridor. No one had been hurt since. Everyone else was starting to forget but Minerva would never forget. The only time she felt any relief was when she was in Tom's arms (and that was happening more and more). She hadn't told anyone about their relationship and as far as she knew neither had Tom.
Tom grabbed Minerva's hand and pulled her. They ran together through the vacant corridors and up the stairs of the astronomy tower into the starry evening. He spun her around and pressed his lips to hers again.
"Tom- Tom," she said between kisses.
"Mmm."
"Is this what you brought me up here for?"
"Is that a problem?"
"No…" Minerva's shrugged away from him. The look on his face was a combination of anger and disappointment. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong."
He sighed. "That's not what I brought up you here. I wanted to show you something." Tom extended his hand to Minerva and it felt… cold. He was normally warm.
"You're freezing."
"I'm fine," he snapped. "Come on." Tom dragged Minerva to edge of the astronomy tower. He locked his arms behind her back.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Trust me, Pet."
"I don't-"
Before she could stop him, he snatched her wand out of her robe. Minerva's heart sunk, a strange terror slowing creeping through her.
"Tom! Give me my wand!"
He smirked. "No."
"Tom!"
Tom tightened his grip and leaned over the edge of the astronomy tower. Minerva screamed but the air was quickly sucked out of her. She was streaming toward the ground, wrapped up in Tom. He was… laughing.
Something caught the air like an open umbrella and the world stretched and melted around her. She was sure she was about to die. If only she had her wand but Tom had taken it. Why had he taken it? They smacked the ground.
The world slowly returned to focus. Tom was lying on top of her, chuckling under his breath.
"Are you insane?" she spit.
"Pretty cool, huh."
"No. That was.. that was." She glanced up at Tom and he looked so proud of himself. It was… kind of cool. Tom placed Minerva's wand back in her hand.
"Happy?"
"No."
Tom leaned in and kissed her lips softly. "You're enchanting when you pout."
"You're bloody ridiculous." Minerva pushed Tom's head down to hers. They lied together kissing, just feeling each other, losing themselves in the cold night air.
Someone cleared his throat.
Tom rolled off of Minerva, her lips felt hot and swollen from his kisses.
"Hello Professor," said Tom, a smirk etched on his face.
Dumbledore was standing in front of them, his arms folded across his chest. Great. He hated Tom.
