Chapter 7: Now Official

I was practically skipping to Tom's house from good ol'Mrs Figgs, who was apparently a squib and connected to Hogwarts through Floo to Dumbledore since the Dursleys had blocked theirs. It did make her more interesting, but I couldn't stay long in her cloud of cat smell so I left pretty quickly. I was so excited to see him again, desperate to tell him how I'd try to find someone else, and how I knew he was the man for me. Maybe he let us go further when he knew, let his hands wander more. I'd let him, I may be young but I'm 14 in two weeks, and I know what I want, I want him. All he has to do is let himself take it.

It didn't take long before I was outside his house, excitement making me go faster towards the object of my need. It was too soon, of course, it was way too soon, but I honestly could feel myself fall in love with him. It was something inside me, craving him all the time, and when we were close it was happy and purring or something, and when we were apart it nearly consumed me. I think I nearly failed my end of year exams because I just couldn't stop thinking about him and all he taught me during the summer that was on my exams. I was mental, a creepy stalker, but couldn't push myself to care. There was definitely something up with me...

When I reached his door, I wondered whether or not to knock, as I was here way before he expected me and I could surprise him better by not knocking, but would I be breaching his privacy or something? My need to surprise him won over, and I snuck through the front door. My heart was beating like a drum and I was so looking forward to seeing him, but I moved slow, and ever so slightly peaked my head around to look for him in his living room.

He was sat in one of the chairs, facing the window so I could see him. He wasn't being blocked by the blonde rubbing his shoulders. Tall, beautiful, but old enough to be his mother, with her hands massaging him how I couldn't do due to 'innocence'. His eyes were closed in pleasure. It wasn't his foster mother, her wedding photo was right next to my head. She scolded him for being tense, saying he should relax more. He shrugged, blaming worrying about whether or not he'd enchanted me enough to be with him. Enchanted. I fucking knew it, there was something magical about how much I wanted him. It wasn't just that I was crazy.

I got out of there as fast as I could. I didn't want to talk to him or look at him. I was enraged and my soul felt like it was bleeding. The front door slammed behind me, so he'd know I walked in, he'd know I'd heard him. But I never wanted to see him again, cos I didn't want him knowing he'd broken my heart. He wouldn't have that power over me. I couldn't even reach the Dursleys' before the waterfalls started. I was incredibly lucky only Dudley was home, sat in the living room looking confused as I raced up the stairs. I hid in my room, howling in my pain, wanting to be as small as I could in the hope the pain would shrink too. Dudley came in once, looking terrified at me, curled into the fetal position crying my eyes out, but complained it was freezing and left. I was grateful, I wanted to be on my own.

How could he do this to me? He said he'd wait, and he's getting rubbed up by some cougar. What the fuck? What did I do to make him change his mind, or say for him to think this was okay? Hopefully, his little charm on me will wear off, so I can stop hurting. I just want to stop hurting.

Dumbledore arrived, stunning me into not crying for a few minutes, long enough for him to explain my magic was going out of control again and I was casting a freezing charm around the room and creating a personal earthquake. Sirius came with him, holding me so I could cry on his shoulder so everything stopped. I explained the basics of what had happened, that I'd met someone last summer, and had been scarily obsessed with him the whole time, and I'd just seen him with some woman saying he'd enchanted me. This worried them, and Dumbledore started his fancy wand waving, but nothing really bad came up. I begged Sirius to get us moving. He looked ashamed for a moment and explained that his house wouldn't be habitable for a week or so, but with the ministry's help, it should only be a week.

"That's okay, but I want to stay inside so I don't run into him," I sobbed. "Could you get that sorted?"

Sirius nodded, but Dumbledore was shaking his head. Why can't I ask this one simple thing from him? That asshole. Sirius promised that he'd stop by every day, give me someone to talk to so I'm not bored and keep my relatives from annoying me. It was definitely a comfort for the next day, as Tom came knocking. Dudley answered, but lied about me being there.

"He's already moved, he said he went to tell you yesterday, but you had company so he left."

I would have enjoyed seeing Tom's face at being found out, but even thinking of how gorgeous he was made my whole body ache. I just wanted the stupid spell to wear off, as apparently Dumbledore couldn't find anything to fix. Idiot. My dislike for the man was growing catastrophically, it was a struggle not to hex him on sight. It was hard not to hurt everyone around me, massacre them in insanity. Having Sirius around over the next five days kept me sane though, and he kept his word on stopping my aunt and uncle from bothering me. But on my last day in Surrey, he needed to help out at his house, so I was left alone.

Dudley was pacing, mumbling something about crazy and murder. And I thought I was in a bad way. He saw me head downstairs and begged me to deliver a letter for him, not far away, but he was desperate. He explained he wanted to break up with this girl, Gordan's sister, but if she caught him she'd kill him, and if Gordan caught him he'd kill him. It was a lose-lose situation for him, but I could just walk away.

I agreed because he'd helped me out with Tom before, without really being asked, and I was bored on my own. He gratefully gave me the letter, and luckily the house was nowhere near Tom's. With my luck, he'll still find me. Oh shit, did I jinx myself? Superstitious or not, I got worried and ran there, but faced no problems as the letter went through the letterbox. I relaxed as I turned to head back up the road. Until I noticed Tom leaning against the wall at the top of the street. Goddamnit, why did I have to jinx it?

He came towards me, all his features eerily calm but his eyes furious. I was sure in trouble, but what the hell for? He was the one MILFing it up, why was he pissed at me? Dick.

"Look, I'm pissed, but I don't want to argue and lose your friendship." He scowled, "but why didn't you at least tell me you'd found someone else? I wouldn't have acted like an ass, though I can't say the same for you right now."

I was stunned, I couldn't figure out how to react to something like that. I started laughing, a little giggle that morphed into manic cackling, blended with crying. He looked alarmed, clearly not expecting my sanity to snap on him like that. But I couldn't help it, I was stuck between hunched over laughing and on my knees crying.

"You're gonna blame you're guilty conscience on me? Really?" I gaped, "I go round your place and see you being rubbed up by a cougar, and I'm the one who found someone else?"

I shoved past his stunned frame and carried on home. Reminding myself of his treachery tipped my emotional scale, and I hugged myself to keep from crying. Now I'd seen him, I expected closure, but I couldn't tell if I had it past all my pain. It would clearly be too much to ask that he would leave me alone, so his grip on my shoulder didn't surprise me as such.

"Wait, are you talking about Narcissa? She's a friend, basically, like my mother, she was comforting me because I was stressed over what was happening with you."

"Oh yeah, that too." I glared, shaking his hand off me. "Guess you didn't 'enchant' me enough, huh? I have been locked in my bedroom curled in the fetal position, crying my fucking eyes out over how much you acting like a dick hurts me because you've put some magic charm on me or something."

"Hold it right there, I haven't done anything. You're the one who started this, not me," he frowned. "I haven't done anything to you. You want me because you like me, and you're hurting because you like me. And I'm guessing that means you didn't find someone you like more than me."

I was babbling obscenities at him, trying to move away, but he wrapped his arms around my waist and kept holding. I looked up at him, and he brushed the tears from my cheek. His chocolate brown eyes are so beautiful. Though public affection isn't his thing, he kissed me in the middle of the street, asking to be forgiven for allowing a woman I didn't know for touching him when I wasn't around. The pain left me in an instant, leaving at the kiss as quick as it came at the sight of him with 'Narcissa'.

"What kind of name is Narcissa?" I grumbled.

He laughed, arms tightening. Apparently, she was a pureblood, and she would have been his foster mother if she didn't already have a child around. Narcissa, as in Narcissa Malfoy. Oh wow, but I guess there are similarities now I'm looking for them, it's just Malfoy looks more like his dad. Tom asked if I was feeling better, sounding amused as he brought up the cry-laughing like a lunatic. I blushed. He said it was sexy, that crazy was his type so he didn't mind. That was comforting, cos I felt like a psycho concerning him. He just grinned.

"I mean it," I giggled, heading back to my cousin to convey the good news. "I feel crazy like I'd steal some of your hair to keep in a locket I'd never take off, just to feel close to you."

We kept up our cheeky banter all the way home and ran into Sirius when we got there, who came to move me a day early. I introduced Tom and cleared up the mess concerning being under a spell. Sirius just laughed, saying we were more dramatic and rocky than my parents in their early stages. Tom kissed my forehead and promised to visit me every chance he got and write to me every day of the summer, before travelling some more when my school year starts. He promised to be there for me because I'd proved to him that I was serious, so now we were serious. We were in a relationship, I couldn't go kissing boys around the school and there'd be no women rubbing his shoulders. It was everything I wanted to hear. I didn't know how the distance was going to affect me, but we were solid, and he was all I felt like I needed.