I re-read the note and checked my watch. 11:47- I had just over ten minutes to get there. Quickly slipping my long robe over my pyjamas and tugging my fingers despairingly through the tangle that was my hair, I slipped silently from the dorm and crept through the deserted common room. The corridors were ice-cold and lightless, and I had to light my wand to be able to see even a foot in front of me.

I managed the journey without running into any teachers patrolling the school, and was soon walking the corridor that lead to the observatory tower. 11:58. I was just in time.

"Lana," Tom called softly, "Up here."
I climbed the icy steps nervously, anticipation building with each step. What could be so important that Tom had to see me in the dead of night at the top of a tower?

Trying to conceal my panting as much as possible, I jogged up the last few steps, almost slipping, and entered the room at the top. Tom was stood with his back to me, leaning on the windowsill, silhouetted in the yellow moonlight. His tall figure filled most of the stone window, and I noted admiringly how his broad shoulders and thin hips created a tapering, triangle shadow on the floor. I stepped into the pool of light behind him, and he turned around.

"Follow me." he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Follow him where?

He suddenly grasped a hold of the ridge that ran around the edge of the square window frame and pulled himself up onto the ledge. I darted towards him instinctively; scared he would fall, and watched breathlessly as he lifted his weight easily onto the roof. A pale hand appeared at my eyelevel, and, taking a deep breath, I took it and stepped one foot onto the stone platform.

Shaking, I held on tight to the bricks and lifted my other foot, constantly aware of how high I was.
"Look at me," Tom said soothingly, "Not down there, up here. Just keep watching me and don't panic."
I skimmed my eyes upwards over the grey stones and found his dark eyes. Immediately, my breathing slowed and my hands steadied.
"Put your foot on that brick there," he instructed.
I did as I was told, still clutching tightly at his hand.
"Now put your other hand on the roof and I'll pull you up."

Tom gripped my hand even tighter and pulled hard on my arm. I saw his muscles, clearly visible through his tight shirt, bulge as he lifted me off the windowsill. I scrambled up the wall, attempting to find leverage, and pushed with my other arm. I suddenly wobbled on the edge of the stones and Tom quickly wrapped his free arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. Momentarily thrown off, I lost my balance and was thrown forward, Tom holding me close.

There was a loud clatter as both Tom and I crashed to the tiles, and it took me a moment to realize that I was sprawled clumsily on top of him, our hands still entwined. I sat up slightly and he chuckled, but when I attempted to roll away, frightened that I was crushing him, he tensed his arm and kept me pinned where I was. I blushed, realizing that my cloak had fallen from my shoulders in the chaos, and was now pooled around my waist, leaving me wearing nothing but a flimsy silk pyjama top and shorts. I felt suddenly conscious of my skinny, childlike body, but ever the gentleman, Tom's eyes did not stray from my own, even as my eyes roamed and took in his rippling shoulders and sharp jaw line.

"Your note," I whispered, needing to break the silence, "You said it was something important."
His lips twitched at the corners and his arm relaxed slightly.
"It is. In fact," he sat up and checked his watch, "It should be starting any minute."

Tom was suddenly very close, his hard chest pressed against me and his face mere inches from my own.
"What will?" I murmured nervously.
"The meteor shower…"

We sat side by side on the sloping tiles, watching the beautiful lights flash past. I shivered in the icy December air, and Tom wrapped an arm protectively around my shoulders. I felt immediately warmed, despite his arm being just as cold as my skin, and snuggled closer, resting my head on his shoulder. He tensed slightly, but did not flinch or move away. We sat, motionless, as the last meteors rained across the sky, and the last glowing embers of their tails faded away into the black velvet sky.

"Lana-" he said softly.
I turned and looked up into Tom's smoldering eyes, but was surprised to see that he was frowning, his pupils darting about my face, as if I was a complex puzzle to be solved.
"Y-yes?" I replied, the warmth I had felt before dissipating, leaving me shivering once more.

"It's time to head back."
He stood up suddenly, pulling his arm roughly away and almost causing me to fall to the icy tiles.
I stood up awkwardly and wrapped the thick black cloak tightly around myself. Tom was stood at the other side of the roof, facing away from me and looking out towards the Black Lake.
"You cannot tell anyone about this night, and you can't speak to me about it again either." He said emotionlessly.

When he turned back around, I saw that I was once more with Black-Riddle; his face like blank slate. He tilted his head back, looking at me through narrow eyes, and I swear there was contempt in his expression.
"I won't, but can I-"

He held up a hand firmly and gestured to the way down.
"Good night, Lana."

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