Chapter 9: Alone with Tom

"Where...am I?..."

I groaned rolling over to my stomach. What was going on? I could hardly think any thought right now because right now my head felt like someone had it in their hands and was constantly squeezing it. The pounding in my head was seriously so unbelievable. Right now I wanted nothing more than to just fall back to sleep because this was just too much. I moaned out in pain and gripped my head with both hands while curling up into a ball. Slowly I tried taking deep breaths in order to calm myself down.

It wasn't working as well as I hoped it would work, however I was able to think a bit more. I faintly heard a door close but even to me the soft closing of the door sounded like a thunderous explosion. I was so disorientated, I didn't know where I was, what had happened before now. After minutes of silent agonizing the door opened and closed again. I pushed myself further into the bed in an attempt to get away from the noise.

There was a hand that took my arm and sat me up. I moaned in protest as the movement didn't sit well with my headache. Soon I found myself leaning against something warm, and hard. Something was being pressed to my mouth but I couldn't tell what it was. I turned my head. "No..."

"You have to drink it, love." A soft voice whispered.

I know that voice. I know that voice very well. "..T-tom?..."

"Yes, now drink." He gently whispered again putting the drink to my lips. This time I opened my mouth and swallowed it. My eyes drooped closed as once again I was dead to the world.

~Quick Break...~

This time when I awoke my head didn't hurt like it did earlier. In fact I didn't feel anything but a little dizzy. Slowly I sat up gently rubbing my temple while looking down at my covered legs. After taking a couple of minutes to gather myself and my thoughts I carefully looked around trying to find out where I was. This place was alien to me. The room was wide and circular with walls painted in a deep rich Slytherin green. The floors was a rich black smooth wood, or at least that's what it looked like, as well as the many shelves that were pushed up against the wall and held many books. Even from the distance I was I could tell that many of the books on the shelves were very advance spell books, and potion books but the majority of them were versed in the Dark Arts. There was a fireplace right in front of my flickering with a green flame giving the room a light green glow. Two Black sofas, and from the looks of it very comfortable, was around the fireplace. The bed I was laying on was on the same line as the center but pushed up against the wall. The bed itself was huge, most likely a king size, with dark black pillows, green covers. Both felt like velvet to my skin but I was sure that it wasn't that fine of a quality. To both my right and left there were dark brown oak doors that didn't exactly go with the rest of the room, but it was far from tacky. I assumed that one lead out and the othwerr to a bathroom, maybe....

I looked around again in confusion. Who's room was this? It looked like a mix of a bedroom, the common room, and the library. Who on earth would have a room like this...That's when it hit me. Tom...He was here earlier...at least I think he was. I thought I was in the Hospital Wing, but apparently I wasn't. This must be Tom's room. Who else would have so many books on the Dark Arts? Tom was a sticker for those kinds of things. Not only that but this room was dressed in the Slytherin colors....Well minus the silver, but still. I shook my head. Only a Slytherin could have a room like this, and not only that but this room practically screamed Tom.

Next the question of why was I in here came up. I don't remember coming in here...In fact I was in Ms. Hawkhouser's classroom. Then I fainted...I think anyway. "Man, what happened?"

"I was actually hoping you could tell me that."

I looked up to see Tom sitting in a one-seat sofa (A/N: I don't know what else to call it...) in the corner of the room gazing at me with a guarded but calculating look. In his right hand he idly twirled his wand between his long slender fingers. His head lay resting on his closed left hand. I held in a blush and asked,

"What do you mean?"

"You don't remember." The way he said it, it was more like a statement.

"Remember what?"

He didn't answer me and seemed to be deep in thought. I began to squirm with the bed sheets under his scrutinizing look. What the hell was he thing about!? It was driving me nuts. What I wouldn't give to be able to know what he was thinking at all times. That would sure explain a lot of things.

"What do you remember?"

I jumped lightly at Tom's voice not expecting him to talk. "O-oh..Um.." My brow furrowed. What do I remember?

"I remember...Um..I was in Ms. Hawkhouser's classroom. She made us duel each other...Then I went up to duel and...That's all I remember."

Tom nodded distractedly. He had enough time to think about the incident in the classroom, and he came to the conclusion that it was the same thing that had happened when he was in the Hospital Wing. He was sure of it. Was it really as Headmaster Dippit thought, a premonition? No, thought Tom, it wasn't that. Maybe it was similar to that of a premonition but it wasn't that. Both times, Tom noticed, then and in the Hospital Wing, she was talking about the Chamber. In the classroom she spoke of the chamber, only in Parseltounge. But why now, He thought, why would she be having dreams of this now? And what about her eyes. During a premonition the person's eyes go blank, and have a distant look. Her eyes were as if a white film was covering them. If Tom had to guess this was something stronger than a mere premonition.

"You passed out." Tom said ceasing the twirling of his wand. Tom decided to see if he could trigger any memories. "You were whispering things. There was water...Mirrors...and ghosts." As he said each on the images of each clip came rushing back. I grabbed my head lightly with one hand. "That's...Never happened...before." I whispered to myself.

"What's never happened before?" Tom inquired.

I didn't answer. I hadn't even intended for him to hear me. What was I supposed to do, tell him? I hadn't even told Professor Dumbledore about this yet. Should I trust Tom with something like this? Professor Dumbledore had already cautioned me with mentioning this with Tom...Is it really a good idea to tell him?

"Well, Luvia I'm waiting."

I bit my bottom lip. "Why aren't I in the Hospital Wing?" It was a pathetic attempt to change the subject and I knew it. And I'm guessing so did Tom because his reply was impatient. "You didn't want to go. Now stop stalling." I stared into the fire ahead of me. I sighed.

"Fine....I don't really understand it myself...But sometimes I have these dreams. The first one was on the first day of school....When I was in the hospital Wing. The only thing that's constant in all of them is..." I blushed. "Is that they're all revolving around...You."

Tom raised an eyebrow at this but said nothing.

"I was saying that I've never had one of those dreams while I was awake...That was the first time." I pulled my knees to my chest hugging them close. "Also I'm pretty sure that none of the dreams that I've had hadn't happened yet...." Tom watched I looked at the green flame with a thoughtful look. "Is there anything else?"

I cast him a look before returning to the flames. "Well...In all of the dreams I've had I was there as an on looker. I don't remember otherwise...But in the classroom...I was dreaming of myself...In both the water and the mirror..It was my reflection...I was in the dreams. That was new."

"And what were the dreams about?"

"I..Don't know.." Tom had a look of anger and impatience. "I'm not saying that I don't remember the dreams...It's just that what happened in them were confusing." I quickly explained. His face melted back into one of calm content as he waited for me to continue. I hesitated trying to find the best way to explain them. "In one...I was walking down a hallway full of water. Like something had over flowed or something...I dropped the books I was carrying in the water. When I bent down to pick them up, the reflection of two yellow eyes appeared. Then it changed to my again walking down another hallway. Only this time there was no water on the floor. I took out a palm mirror and out of the corner I saw the same yellow eyes." I thought hard on the last one because I almost forgot the last one. "In the last one...I was walking with some friends to the Great Hall...I said I left some things in the classroom and went back to get them. On the way there I was talking to a ghost. I saw the same yellow eyes while looking threw the ghost...."

I closed my eyes. Where do I remember those yellow eyes...They're familiar..But from where? It was from another dream I had when I was in the Room of Requirement...

"Yellow eyes..."I whispered opening my eyes. ".....It was a snake...."

I turned to Tom who was also looking into the fire wearing a thoughtful expression. "What's so important about the sink in the bathroom?" A light secretive smirk played on his lips. "You should know. It was thanks to you after all."

I wondered what he was talking about but decided to push it to the back of my head. "I only wondered because recently in a lot of my dreams you're either going or coming from there." I looked around his room again. "So tell me again why I'm not in the Hospital Wing?"

"I told you before, you didn't want to go. And I must say you have quite a strong grip, you wouldn't let me go for the better part of two hours." I glared at him. "Lying doesn't suit you Tom." He chuckled lightly.

"Believe what you want, love. But I'm only telling you the truth."

I crossed my arms. "Whatever."

Tom stood up and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. I blinked. How the hell could he just up and leave without so much as an, "I'll be right back', or "Bye". I mean really is he really that rude or is it he's just rude to me? He thinks he's so great. Ok maybe he is but that doesn't give him the right to act like he's better than everyone else. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. If I'm in his bed...Then where did he sleep? Even Tom wouldn't take advantage of someone when they're out cold, and he would know that I wouldn't want to share a bed with him...Even if it was his. And who knows how long I was out cold this time. I've been spending a lot of times unconscious this year. It's only been about three months since school has started and I'm been unconscious for about two weeks in total.

The door opened again revealing Tom with a bag in one hand and tray of food in the other. My stomach growled at the sight of the food. It's weird how I just realized how hungry and thirsty I was. Tom handed me the tray of food before going back to his previous seat.

"It's from Tinker...She's made your favorites..."

I looked at the tray and pulled off the metal lid. The wonderful aroma of warm banana and chocolate waffles floated towards my nose, as well as freshly brewed tea. My mouth began watering by just the smell alone. Immediately I began stuffing my face with the food not caring if Tom was watching or not. I heard him make a grunt of disgust and I turned to him with a mouth full of food.

"Fo foo mfe mmm fmell fmike mm mmfegnt fhent ghmet mmin mhas."

Tom shook his head, more surprised that he could actually piece together what I had said than the fact that I was behaving this way. "The more correct term would be a week."

I almost spit out the food in my mouth, "A whole week!?" I shouted once the food in my mouth was swallowed. As my hunger died down a bit I began eating like a sensible person, something that Tom was grateful for. "I can't believe I was out for a whole week."

"Yes you were. Not only that but you took my bed. Not that I mind but next time I would rather both of us in there preferably naked." I glared at Tom fighting a deep blush. "In your dreams Tom."

"Always."

I rolled my eyes. "What's in the bag?"

Tom tossed the bag to me. I peeked inside. "Clothes?" Digging threw it I also spotted a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a brush.

"I figured you would want to shower. Seeing as you hadn't bathed in a week." I scrunched my nose in disgust. "Ugh, that's just wrong on so many levels."

"You may use my shower. It's too your right." Tom said inclining his head in that direction. I gave him a distrusting look.

Tom smirked. "You have my word that I won't try anything. I swear on the name of Slytherin."

"Strangely, that doesn't comfort me in anyway." Tom laughed apparently amused by our conversation. "If it makes you feel any better lock the door." I rolled my eyes gently pulling the covers off of my and planting my feet on the floor. I noticed that I was still in the same clothes that were wearing that week ago, only I was wearing the undershirt I wore under my button up shirt. I walked to the bathroom door.

"Before I forget," I paused in closing the door, "I would advise you lock the other door as well. I wouldn't want any reason to hurt my neighbor." I gave him a questioning look, but he only motioned for me to close the door. Casting him one last glance I closed the door and locked it.

The bathroom was a long rectangular room with two sinks and one huge mirror. The sink closer to Tom's door had a couple of products and other things surrounding the sink. I went to grab one but my hand went right threw it. A small smile greeted my face. Of course Tom would put a charm on his stuff. That way his neighbor wouldn't be able to use his stuff. I turned and looked at the tub. It was huge, and I was positive it could fit maybe two or three people at the most. There was also a separate shower. Man prefects have it good. Not only do they have this but they also have the prefect bathroom.

I shook my head and began to undress. Remembering what Tom said I quickly went and locked the door on the opposite side of Tom's. From then I continued to undress. I tried to grab one of Tom's towels but that was charmed as well. I sighed, and unlocked his door poking my head out. Tom was still sitting in the same chair looking at the fire. "Um..Tom?"

He looked at me. "Could you take the charm off of your towels so that I can use one? O-oh and your body wash?" Tom lazily waved his wand before looking back at the flames. "Thanks."

"You locked the door right." Tom didn't look at me when he asked.

"Yep, just like you said." He gave a barely noticeable nod before I closed and locked the door once again. I laid out the clothes that were in the bag as well as one of Tom's towels. Finally after a week of sleeping I took a much needed shower.


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