Author's Note: Sorry folks, but I'm back to write you this chapter. Oh and put me on Alert because I don't know when I'll update again, but I will! I'm sorry but that's just how I write.

And just to tell everyone… I'm dismissing some facts that J.K Rowling gave us because I have my own ideas and this was started before the sixth book. I've pretty much got the whole story plotted out to the downfall of Voldemort. :P

Oh and I was messing with Wiley's character and the reason Tom is friends with him is different then what I thought before… so yeah.

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Chapter 6

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"Tom! Tom!" Wiley burst through the doors of the boys' dormitory where he saw the head boy lounging on his bed reading a book. "Tom..." he approached the older boy's bed, "Tom, what did you do to him?"

He lifted those brown eyes with the speckles of red that were becoming more and more clear. He shifted his weight on the bed, and closed the book, calmly looking at Wiley the whole time. "Do to who?" his voice was calm like his eyes were and a small smirk grew on his lips.

Wiley bit his lip, not liking Tom the way he was acting. "Tom, please, what did you do to him…" he paused cautiously looking around seeing no one else he whispered, "Bryce… what did you do to him?"

Tom placed his book down and sat up. He cupped the younger boy's chin in his hand, "I don't know what you're talking about. It's wrong of you to accuse me of harming another student." The smirk stayed on his handsome face when he removed his hand he got up from the bed and gave a deceiving smile to Wiley before exiting the dormitory.

"Tom!" Wiley twisted about, shouting after him but the head boy was gone.

Groaning he rolled over, the blanket covering his half-naked body slid off him and onto the floor. The sun was peering through curtains that had crept open over the night. Wiley covered his face with his arm and with the other he reached out for his friend. His hand felt around searching for Tom – who now was a graduate of Hogwarts. "Tom?" his voice croaked and he sat up. Blinking he looked around the bedroom was the same he had been staying there for at least a week and a half. It was simple with white walls and hardwood floor and the sheets on the bed were a pale blue. "Tom?" he repeated getting out of the bed and tossing the blanket back on the bed.

The sixteen year old was a scrawny thing with no muscle or fat on his bones. He was wearing just a pair of boxers he couldn't possibly have been allowed to do that… he couldn't remember. He sighed and found a pair of jeans and a shirt. He dressed himself and left the room of the one-bedroom apartment. It wasn't shabby; the bedroom was small, it had a bathroom and a kitchen with room to put a couch on the other side. "Tom?" he walked into the kitchen to find the wizard standing over the wizard newspaper reading an article.

Tom was leaning on the counter a thoughtful look on his face, and brown eyes looked up at Wiley. "Good morning," he told the younger boy. "You were tired so I let you sleep in," he added this last bit like Wiley needed to thank him.

He approached Tom and smiled at him. "Anything interesting?" he asked, Tom's arm wrapped around the boy's small waist. He shook his head and placed his glass of water on the counter.

The seventeen year-old looked at Wiley and brushed aside the shaggy brown hair. "There's a letter for you on the table," he said pressing his lips on the boy's forehead. "I'm going out for a bit - don't leave here, all right?" Wiley nodded and watched Tom leave.

The door was shut and probably locked just in case. Wiley sighed taking the glass of water Tom set on the table and took a sip of it before placing it in the exact location he took it from. He moved over to the table picking it up he realized it was from his mother. Carefully he opened the envelope and read the contents of it. He sighed putting the letter back down. "Oh well, mum, I'm not coming home," he told the letter and went to go take a shower.

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It was about two in the afternoon when Tom came back to find Wiley reading a book on the couch. "Get out," he growled angrily at Wiley who immediately jumped up dropping the book. "Get out of here, you filthy…" he paused before spitting out "mudblood."

"But I…" Wiley blinked, but he didn't question it. There were times were Wiley was frightened of Tom and there were times where… he simply wasn't. The tension that rippled in the air was frightening in its self. Tom's eyes burned furiously when he looked at Wiley. The sixteen year old moved in a hurried pace and out of the door.

The door slammed behind him when he exited the apartment. "But—" he said again looking at the closed door. What did he do? Wiley would never know. It wasn't like Tom talked to him or anything. He sighed and walked away from the apartment supposing he would have to go home now.

How did Tom find out? The muggle-born walked down the streets until he located the closest train station. From there he took it to where his family lived in Northern England.

"Wiley!" his little sister shouted and sprinted toward him from the yard where she playing hopscotch. She hugged him with a large grin on her face, "Mum's been waiting for you, oh and she made you a chocolate cake."

He took his sister's hand and walked toward the small house where his mother greeted him. He ate a piece of cake while looking forlorn out the window wondering what Tom was doing. His sister, Alice, was speaking non-stop about her new friends and other stuff.

Wiley sat there on the bed looking at Tom who was sitting not too far away in a pair of pyjama pants. He couldn't help but stare at Tom. He sometimes wondered to himself why he found such an attraction towards the older boy. Maybe he felt comforted by the fact that Tom could protect him or that… he was just handsome.

He fidgeted sitting there with his legs crossed, "Tom?" his voice cracked, he hadn't spoken in awhile and now he blushed out of embarrassment. Tom turned around and gave a small smile. He moved closer to Wiley and gently kissed him on the lips.

The seventeen year-old pressed a finger on Wiley's lips when he was about to speak again. Tom kissed him once more.

"Did you make any new friends this year?" his mother interrupted Alice's story about her dolly going missing.

Wiley looked up and then thought about it after taking another bite of his cake he shrugged. "Well… I talked to some kids."

"Are you still friends with that Tom fellow?" his mother asked sitting down at the table beside him.

"Yes, mum."

His mother looked at him thoughtfully trying to fit the pieces together of her son's puzzled face. "What's wrong, Wiley?"

"Nothing." He picked his plate up and dumped into the sink before sprinting up the stairs to his bedroom. He collapsed on his bed and thought about Tom. He couldn't help it. Why did Tom not want to be with him all of a sudden? How did he find out? Did he read his letter? No, because the letter was sealed… or Tom could've resealed it… Tom could use magic outside Hogwarts now.

He groaned and rolled over. Well, maybe it would be better that Tom knows; if Tom forgives him that is. He sighed again and fell asleep.

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Author's Note: Annnnd that's all I have for now. I'll post soon, I promise.