Chapter 1

„Tom! Hey, Tom, wait up!"

„Maraya, I really don't have time to talk right now."

„It's important," I answer breathlessly because I've been running after him since he left the classroom.

„Maraya, I didn't want to tell you this, but I don't appreciate you making this more difficult than it has to be," he says with a cold expression in his eyes.

„I'm not trying to make it difficult. I just…," I start, but he interrupts me.

„Maraya, just because I had sex with you neither means that I have any feelings for you nor does it mean that you're entitled to my time. At all. You understand?"

I couldn't believe that he was saying this. Was I really so wrong about him? Or are his walls just up completely again? Either way it hurt and my Gryffindor pride was not ok with it.

„Tom don't think that you're better than you are, even in bed you were mediocre, at best," I say and try to look back as coldly as him. For a second I see something that resembles anger behind his eyes, but the expression is gone as soon as it came. And he turns around and continues walking down the corridor.

What I said was a total lie, to be honest. Well, the second part at least, because nothing about our night together was anything close to mediocre. Nevertheless, I did have something important to tell him. I didn't really know anything yet, but we did forget to use protection and I had a feeling that we didn't get lucky. But since we're apparently not even friends anymore I guess I might as well wait till I knew for sure, if I was gonna be the first pregnant Hogwarts student in a decade.

Flashback

Three weeks ago, at night, after curfew, Tom and I were sitting on my favourite window still in all of Hogwarts. It was almost as big as my bed and hidden behind an ugly big statue and if you didn't know it was there you'd never find it. At least that's what Tom told me when he showed it to me.

That was about a month ago, the first time I'd ever talked to him. It was after I was the only one, apart from him of course, that had been able to make a particularly tricky potion and I finished it before him, which is something that basically never happened, Tom was the best of his class in every subject. He came up to me and told me he found me intriguing and wanted to know if I had time to talk about how I managed to make it.

I said yes, because who wouldn't when the boy everyone in your year had a crush on, asked you to spent time with him. Even if he was a Slytherin because, despite our reputation, I was able to put my pride aside now and again.

So he led to this window still, told me that no-one knew about it and we talked about potion making for the whole afternoon, while time seemed to be flying by.

He was brilliant, that much was clear to me very quickly, he had the solution to what seemed like every problem, but there was also something dark, almost scary to him. At the time I found it mysterious, enticing, looking back now, I should have taken it as a warning.

We started spending more and more time together, I started talking about my life first, what I loved doing, who my friends were. Even though he was quieter at first, he did start to share a little the longer we were hanging out, he seemed a little lighter from time to time, as though weights were lifting from his shoulders.

One night we were sitting in our place, after curfew, since we couldn't very well meet up in either of our common rooms and he started talking about his childhood. How he grew up in an orphanage, how his mother abandoned him, how the other kids never trusted him. He even shared how unloved and unwanted he felt and to show him how that isn't the case anymore, that he was wanted and maybe even loved by me, I kissed him. And he kissed me back.

That kiss soon grew into something more. His hands started wandering under my shirt, while mine started to unbutton his. Before I knew it we were in our underwear and he was placing gentle kisses down my neck and against my collarbone. His hands went to the clasp of my bra and with my nod of approval, he took it off and looked at me in awe.

He started placing timid kisses along the underside of my breasts and the started caressing the peaks with his tongue. I couldn't suppress the moan coming out of my mouth and he looked at me with an expression in his eyes I couldn't quite read. He simply took out his wand and cast a silencing charm around us, so no one would hear us.

He moved his head back to mine and whispered in my ear. „Now you don't have to be quiet."

He leaned down and kissed me again. I put my hands in his hair and pulled him closer to me, deepening the kiss. I could feel his length pressing into my thigh and I wanted to feel him, when I started to move my hand down though, he broke the kiss apart.

„I have an idea. Do you trust me?"

„Yes," whispered back.

He started kissing down my body again but didn't stop this time. He started taking off my underwear and I almost started to feel embarrassed, but when I felt his tongue against my center, my mind went blank and all I could feel was pure pleasure.

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter and this time I didn't suppress my moans, because I could feel that they were fuelling him even more. And when he started sucking on a certain spot, pleasure took over completely and crashed over me like a wave breaking onto the shore.

When reality took form again he was laying above me looking into my eyes.

„Good?" He asked and I could only nod as an answer. This time I started kissing him and trailing my hand down to his underwear. „These have to go," I whispered to him and he chuckled and helped me take them off.

I wrapped my hand around him and slowly started to move it up and down. His eyes fluttered shut and I could see his muscles flexing.

„I want to feel you," I tell him in a hushed voice.

„Aren't you already?" He grins.

„You know what I mean," I say and stop the movement.

„Are you sure?" He asks and I tell him yes.

He moves closer to me and places himself at my entrance. We don't break eye contact when he slowly starts to move inside me. I can see in his eyes that his walls are shattering down one by one. There is a ripping sensation and I flinch a little, he immediately stops, but the pain subsides as soon as it came. I tell him to keep going. We soon find a rhythm and I can feel the wave building up again. I think he can tell that I'm close and he starts kissing me and his fingers wander to my center and his circular movements bring me to the edge, where we fall over together. I can feel him pulsing inside me while my walls are contracting around him. He collapses on top of me.

He turns over and pulls me to his chest. „That was incredible."

„It was," I say and give him a gentle kiss. He smiles at me and I realise that this is the first time I've seen him smile, a real genuine smile, I can't help but smile back. Sadly, this seems to have the opposite effect on him, as if he just realised that he was smiling and I can see his mask go up again.

„We should head back to our common rooms before anyone notices we're missing," he says and places a quick kiss on my hair, before starting to get dressed again.

Not wanting to lie on a window still naked I also start putting my clothes back on, long after our short goodbye when we were parting ways by the staircases when I've already laid in bed for a couple of hours I remember that we forget to do something very important.