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Chapter #4
"Hey! What did you do?" I called angrily at the group of sneering Slytherin fourth years at the top of the staircase. I helped the girl lying with her face flat against the floor up and sat her on one of the lower steps. "Sadie, are you alright? Do you want to go to the Hospital Wing?"
"We didn't do anything to her; she just tripped over herself and fell down the bloody stairs on her own," one of the boys at the top of the stairs laughed obnoxiously.
"It's true, Evelyn. They didn't push me, I tripped. Silly me," Sadie sheepishly laughed at herself. "I haven't been getting enough sleep lately."
"Oh," I laughed, "Sadie… You need to take care of yourself. Remember in first year, you tripped and fell asleep on the floor the first night?"
"Uh, yeah, heheh," the girl chuckled. "I'm fine Evelyn, really. I don't need to go to the Hospital Wing. Thanks for worrying."
"Sadie, you don't need to thank someone for worrying. Why would you even say that, you're a Hufflepuff; you're surrounded by people who are kind," I joked.
"I guess you're right. But thanks, I'm going to go take a nap. Catch you later," Sadie got up and took her time leisurely walking to where I assume to be our dorm.
Some suppressed anger bubbled up within me when the Slytherins atop the staircase started to sneer and laugh again. I walked away despite their obnoxious taunting.
Later that day between classes in the corridor, I saw Tom walking with his usual friends. His friends were laughing boisterously around him whereas he merely smiled. We made eye contact momentarily as I passed by, and Tom winked at me.
Sometimes, I get the feeling that Tom doesn't like his friends as much as he makes it look. When we're alone, he never speaks of them. When I bring them up, he changes the topic. It's probably just me being paranoid or something of the sort; after all, Tom wouldn't have any reason to lie about his relationship with his friends.
That evening, I found Tom alone in the library. I took the opportunity to chat with him.
"Good evening, Evelyn," Tom greeted, his tone amused. I've always wondered how Tom could tell I was approaching him before I even said anything.
"You seem to be in an awfully good mood," usually Tom doesn't let much, if any, emotion seep into his tone of voice.
"Not exceptionally. But can't I be in a good mood when conversing with a friend?" Tom was being unusually kind.
"Of course you can. But what are you trying to do? I feel like you're trying to appease me or put me in a more peachy mood so that you can tell me upsetting news or something," I asked, feeling confused.
"Of course not, Eve. You're imagining it," Tom pulled me down onto his comfy lap.
"Perhaps. What're you working on?" I decided to let it go; I wonder if my 'paranoia' is increasing.
"Potions homework. Slughorn assigned an essay due the day after tomorrow," Tom uninterested explained.
I nodded. "Why don't you do your homework with your friends? It'd be less lonely," I suggested, knowing full well that Tom didn't feeling lonely at all being alone.
Tom stared at me for several moments, unblinking and intense as if reading my thoughts and analyzing me. Finally, he spoke, "…They aren't my friends. They are all weak imbeciles who look to me as their leader because they themselves are too weak to lead themselves. I care not for them."
Tom's voice was so cold, much like the first time I spoke to him on the Hogwarts Express in our first year.
"…Why are you telling me this, Tom?" I felt saddened by this new revelation.
"Because I know you would never betray me," Tom smirked. "And I know I didn't fool you with my charade," Tom's arm tightened around my waist.
"You're especially trusting this evening, Tom. This isn't like you," I commented, feeling a little suspicious.
"Stop being so skeptical, Eve. You've always wanted me to trust you haven't you?" Tom rolled his eyes, peeved.
"That's true, yes," I sighed, giving up, "Fine."
"Good. It's our secret then," Tom smiled his sly, charming smile, bringing his index finger to my lips.
…
I all but ran through the corridors.
I was really upset, and I didn't care that it was the middle of the day and that Tom would probably be with his friends - not-friends - not-friend-people because I am really angry right now. I speed walked through the castle, looking everywhere for Tom.
How could his friends do that Kylie? That was so horrible. Kylie's in the Hospital Wing now in critical condition! I feel so frustrated - so helpless. I feel like I need to hex something - or someone, both work.
After some more minutes of wandering around aimlessly - though I'm sure people I passed by thought I was late for some important business, I found Tom with his friends in some corridor in the dungeons.
One of his friends whispered something to Tom before Tom turned to me. He said something back to his friends and they left. Tom stood there and waited for me.
I narrowed my eyes. "Tom. Tell me you didn't allow Avery to do that to Kylie," I exclaimed, practically hysterical.
"Who?" Tom smoothly replied.
"Kylie, Kylie Jennings," I elaborated, exasperated.
"Ah, Jennings. I hear she's in the Hospital Wing. What happened to her anyway? I hope she's alright," Tom's smooth talking was really frustrating me right now.
"Tom! Please don't think me a fool; I'm not-"
"Evelyn. Please calm down," Tom put his hands on my shoulders, calming me down my rubbing my shoulders soothingly and staring into my eyes. "I promise I didn't allow Avery to do that to Jennings."
I was silent, mulling over what Tom had just said. Deep down, I probably knew that Tom was probably lying. But at the moment, I just wanted to believe in him I suppose.
"Alright…I believe you," I decided to ignore my suspicions.
Tom smiled his charming, charismatic, heart-stopping smile. "Thank you," Tom breathed, his voice low as his head bent down near my ear.
I hadn't realized it, but Tom had cornered me and backed me into the corridor wall.
My neck started to feel hot. "Tom, what're you-," his surprisingly soft lips cut me off.
I wrapped my arms around Tom's neck, feeling hot all over, letting my eyes slip closed. His arms snaked around my waist pulling me flush against him, making my heart thump against my ribcage in a fast rhythm. He pushed me harder against the wall so that I was sandwiched between him and the wall. I could practically hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears.
Tom kissed me with skill and technique; I could tell he's done this many times before. He also kissed with aggressiveness and desire - though it may be kind of awkward to say that since it's from my point of view but still. Tom skillfully slipped his tongue past my lips and my teeth, and then took his time to explore my mouth. I responded eagerly, meeting his tongue with mine and running my hands through his soft dark hair.
I broke away, needing to breath. Tom attempted to recapture my lips with his, "Tom…I need to breath."
"Don't care," Tom gave me a kiss, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."
I laughed.
