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Fey was full. Full of good food and the type of happiness you can only get from having a good laugh with friends. As they stumbled out of the Great Hall, still giggling over everyone's reactions when they saw the green butterbeer, Fey know Tom felt the same way. Clutching her roiling stomach, Fey clambered onto a stone window seat and waited for the laughter to subside. Tom was close behind her and sat on the seat next to her.
Just as she got control of her laughter, one glance at Tom's face, contorted in soundless laughter set her off again.
They were getting some very strange looks from people coming out of the Hall, so Tom flicked his wand to draw the curtain, giving them some privacy. Fey pulled her legs up and swivelled so she was opposite Tom, resting her head on the window, looking out to the peaceful night on the Hogwarts grounds.
"Fey." The laughter was gone from Tom's voice, replaced by emotion.
"Mmmmhmm?" she tilted her head so that their eyes met.
He leaned forward, crossing his arms and resting them on her knees. "How do you feel about me?"
His question caught her offguard and she started.
"You're an excellent tutor." her squeaky voice offered. No lies in that.
"And...?" he was pushing further.
"And an excellent friend." Fey said it so firmly she almost believed it herself, but then she remembered how it had felt to have his hand on her waist, how she looked forward so much to their time together, and how her heart had fluttered in hope when he'd suggested they go to the banquet together earlier that evening. And suddenly, Fey was disappointed in herself for not telling him how she really felt, and when she let her eyes drift back and meet his, she saw the disappointment reflected in his eyes.
Tom, ever so slowly, lifted one of his arms from where it rested on her knees and lay it on her cheek with a touch so soft Fey doubted it had ever happened.
Fey closed her eyes and looked down.
"Look up Fey."
Fey could feel the soft breath on her face, and she looked up into Tom's eyes, which were now mere inches away. They were getting closer, and before Fey could realise what was about to happen, his lips were touching hers in one brief, tender show of fullhearted emotion.
As Tom moved away Fey felt herself exhale as her lips parted.
"Liar." said Tom simply. Fey couldn't help herself, and she broke into a wide smile.
"Well, how do you feel?" Fey asked, her eyes searching his. He leaned forward again and kissed her, but this time when the kiss ended he didn't pull away, but stayed close, their noses nearly touching.
"Doesn't that answer your question?"
She smiled yet again. He held her face between his palms, gazing at her as if trying to memorize her.
"Come on." he stood up. "Let's go on a walk." He held out a hand to her and Fey let him pull her up. Neither of them let go, and they walked down the corridor like that, hand in hand.
"I don't understand," Fey murmured, more to herself than to Tom. "Why do you feel like that about me?"
When he heard her question Tom stopped walking and turned to face her, letting go of her hand only so he could place his on her shoulders.
"You are the prettiest girl in the school. You're intelligent. You're really funny. You're perfect Fey."
Fey felt her heart swell and a stupid grin grow across her face.
"Really?" was her feeble response to the nicest thing anybody had ever said to her.
They walked out of the hallway into the deserted courtyard, lit only from the light coming out of a couple windows overlooking it. Tom led them across the courtyard to a little alcove where they were least lightly to be interrupted, and they sat on the floor with their backs resting against the cold stone wall.
Fey stretched out her legs and leaned tentatively toward Tom, his hands playing with hers as they rested on her leg. Tom tilted his head and kissed her forehead.
Just then a large shadow jumped into view, stretching across the courtyard, accompanied be strong, slapping footsteps as it grew. As the owner of the shadow came into view, Fey leaned forward to have a better look. She couldn't tell who he was, but it was definitely a man. A very large man at that, and he was clutching a large box of basket underneath his right arm.
The figure loped across the courtyard and disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.
"An, you do see some things that make you wonder on Halloween Night!" Tom grinned through the darkness. Fey shivered and he pulled her closer, leaning in to kiss her.
Tom wrapped his arms around her, one or them slipping under her top and running a finger up her spine, sending shivers running up her body as the kissing grew more passionate and he squeezed his body to hers.
"No." she pulled away. "Not so fast." He leaned back a bit but kept his arms around her.
And then, he opened his mouth and started talking. What he said made her laugh, and she answered. They talked about the upcoming exams, and their friends, and what they wanted to do when they finished school (Tom wanted to work in the Ministry of Magic and Fey wasn't sure what she wanted to do but she knew it would have to involve travel). They talked about their first day at Hogwarts and their favorite lessons and teachers. Fey told Tom about her grandad and aunt she lived with, and Tom's face clouded over when he offered a few brief sentences about his unhappy summers at the muggle orphanage.
They laughed and they cried (well, Fey cried). At times they collapsed in heaps of giggles and at others they sat in silent companionship; and just as the first rays of sun light were beginning to creep over the horizon, they dragged themselves to their feet and crept back to the empty Slytherin common room.
They paused in between the stairways that would take them their separate ways, Tom's arms looped loosely around Fey's lower back.
"Everything's changed." he whispered. Fey answered him with a smile and a small tender kiss.
They parted and Fey wound her way up the dank stairway and pushed open the heavy door to the dormitory. Four pairs of curious eyes stared back at her questioningly. Fey smiled a smile that clearly showed she wasn't going to say anything about the past night. The other girls all groaned in frustration.
Fey sighed and slipped into bed, avoiding eye contact with Mara. She massaged her cheeks, tired from smiling so much.
"Fey." came Mara's frantic whisper from the bed next to hers.
"Mm?" Fey turned to look at her, trying and failing to suppress a giveaway smile.
"You were with him weren't you?" Mara squealed excitedly. Fey winked and rolled over, her heart swelling with contentedness and overwhelming joy, and vision of a boy with black hair and reddish brown eyes swimming before her.