"Have you been avoiding me?"
Tom glanced up as he heard the whisper. Abraxas stood before him, candlelight glinting off his pale hair. He shook his head, forcing himself to look back down at his work.
He didn't look up when the seat across from him was pulled out and Abraxas sprawled across it. When his book was shut suddenly, he didn't look up but just reopened it calmly. Finally, when his notes were pulled halfway across the table, he sighed and set his quill down.
"What do you want, Abraxas?"
Abraxas made a face that would have been called a pout on anyone else. "Why are you avoiding me?"
Tom glanced away, rubbing at his neck. His muscles protested and he stretched his back, missing the way Abraxas' mouth fell open slightly. When Tom slouched back in the seat, Abraxas was composed. Silence reigned for a few moments as they just watched each other.
"Do you need me to repeat the question, Riddle?" His voice was low, dangerous, the vouch he used on people bullying younger Slytherins. It was generally followed by a nasty curse.
"I'm not ignoring you. I'm just-" Tom was cut off by the librarian bustling over.
"Gentlemen, this library is now closed. Please pack up and leave." She left to go hurry some Ravenclaws.
They left in silence, walking side by side. Both wanted desperately to know what the other was thinking. As they passed a tapestry, Abraxas suddenly grabbed Tom's arm and dragged him into the alcove behind it.
"Care to finish what you were going to say in the library?" Abraxas kept his voice quiet, but Tom couldn't think. The alcove wasn't big enough for much room between them, and Abraxas was as close as he'd been when they'd kissed. Light peeked in around the tapestry, making it slightly possible to see.
"I'm not ignoring you. I'm just busy." The lie fell from his mouth as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and Abraxas' lips seemed to be the only thing he could see.
Abraxas stepped closer, one hand snaking around Tom's waist. "You're not busy now." He kissed him softly, giving him every chance to stop.
Tom leaned his head back slightly. "Abraxas, I'm not… You know."
"You don't need to be, Tom. Let's just enjoy this." He kissed him again, a little harder when Tom's hand grabbed his hair.