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Tom sighed heavily. "Please, God," he murmured, leaning to the side to watch Harry attempt to fix his hair again. "You do realize you are naked, yeah?" he called to Harry who waved him off. He looked at his hands. "I refuse to fall for you," he mouthed, then looked up at Harry again, who had pulled on a shirt and sweater, but left his underwear and pants off. "Put on some clothes, yeah? You lot have class today."

"Shut up. It's not my fault you all ready passed all my classes." Harry called, stepping out of the bathroom, wearing his uniform. "Clothes. Happy?"

"Yes," replied Tom, glancing up at him. "Now leave." Harry sulked off. Tom found his eyes heading upwards, and he glared. "Please, God, give me something to take my mind off of the brat."

A huge rat rushed by his feet. Tom looked up. "Thanks." He smirked at the rat. "Crucio." He felt some of the weight that had settled on his shoulders was lifted and he smiled as the rat twitched and died. Tom's mind fluttered to Harry, and what he would think of an Unforgivable in their quarters. "My quarters," he hissed.

He turned to the ceiling again. "Okay, God, let's try again, yeah? I need something more. I need things, not a thing. Several things to take my mind off the brat, yeah? Please?"

"Oi, Harry? You here? We've been named the prettiest blokes in wizardry—hello." Tom stared wide eyed at the two that entered the room. "Who are you, sexy?" Tom's mouth dropped. Two tall boys with pale skin and long red ponytails. Both in tight leather pants and tantalizingly transparent shirts. "Name's George," said one, smiling and approaching Tom.

"I'm Fred," said the other, approaching him from the other side. "And you are sexy. You doing anything? Right now? Are you Harry's boyfriend?"

"No, bored, actually," Tom whispered, trying to control his rapid breathing as a blush lit his face. "And me and Harry—" he paused. "No."

"Good," whispered Fred, licking the shell of Tom's ear, causing a groan to exit his lips. "Wanna have some fun?" Fred breathed in his ear.

"Yeah," Tom whispered, having lost his voice. The twins dragged him out of the room, and he looked up at the ceiling once again. "Thank you!"

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Harry fingered the mirror in his pocket. It was the one Sirius had gotten him and he never went anywhere without it anymore. He stared blankly at Snape as he explained the instructions to some potion that Harry couldn't have cared less about. "Sirius…" he murmured.

"I can't watch this, Sev." Sirius hissed, hovering above his head. "I need to…tell him I'm here, or something? And what's in his pocket?" He peered over Severus's shoulder, ignoring the fact that the other man was ignoring him. "Mirror," he whispered, eyes widening in realization. "Sev, babe, gimme the mirror."

Severus, who had finished giving instructions, turned to the chalkboard to have a quiet conversation with the ghost. "What mirror?" he muttered.

"The one I gave you to look after. I would grab it myself, but you know—"

"I know, I have to hand you things for you to be able to hold or influence them," he whispered bitterly. "I'll get it in a minute." He turned back to the class. "Mr. Potter, may I have a word with you in the hall?"

Harry nodded and he watched as Severus took a mirror out of a drawer and slip it into the pocket of his robes. He let himself be led into the hall, where his professor gave him a look. "Listen, Potter, I am about to leave you for five minutes. When I'm gone I want you to look at the mirror in your pocket and say 'Sirius Black,' all right?"

Harry looked skeptical, but nodded. He watched Severus pull the mirror out of his pocket and place it in the air, where it disappeared. Harry watched Severus go back into the class room and he pulls out his mirror, broken from the time he threw it across the room. He held it to his face and whispered, "Sirius Black."

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"This is going to be fun," Fred whispered in George's ear, and George whimpered pressing play on the cd player in the room of requirement. Immediately soft, flowing music filled the room

"What is that?" Tom hissed, backing up from them.

"A cd player," George said, shrugging it off. "It's magicked so it works here."

"Whatever happened the Gramophone?" he whispered, making sure neither of the twins heard him. "Sorry, it was just weird to see it in this setting," he covered quickly.

Fred smiled. "It's understandable. What did you say your name was?"

"Tom," Tom murmured with a smile. "Tom Ripley."