𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ✔︎ ━ 𝖱𝖨𝖣𝖣𝖫𝖤

𝐓𝐄𝐍: 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

Tom came back about an hour later.

I was passed out on the couch so I hadn't even heard him come in. Between all the boredom and lack of people around me I had decided a nap would be the best thing for me.

I awoke to hear him and another voice talking. The other voice was relatively familiar; deep but not as deep toned as Tom.

I peeked over the couch to see Tom talking with Adam out of all people. I wasn't exactly bursting with excitement to see him, especially because the last time I did he was trying to seduce me.

Tom looked over for a moment and caught my gaze. Adam followed his turn and both of their eyes pierced straight into my soul.

"Well goodmorning, sleeping beauty." Adam said with a grin. I swear I almost threw up in my mouth. He is such a disgusting person I couldn't even look him in the eyes.

"Talk to me again and I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine." I said angrily. He had absolutely no authority to speak to me, especially since he's a less then half-good guy and he apparently likes to seduce me for fun.

"Someone's got an attitude." He said with a slow sigh. I watched closely as Tom raised a hand to Adam, as if telling him to shut up. This made me grin, even for just a moment.

"I will kick you, and it'll hurt." I raised an eyebrow. He looked at me, then to Tom, then left the kitchen and went into Tom's bedroom, but he didn't seem to mind, in fact, he was only seeming to focus on me.

"You've really got a noisy mouth, Greendale, I'm surprised you weren't sorted into Gryffindor." He said evenly, folding his arms across his chest. I sighed and got up from the couch. Everyone seems to say that about me.

"Well I'm intelligent and wondrous. That makes me a Ravenclaw." I said with a glowing smile, even despite the fact just a few moment ago I was about to kick Adam right between the legs.

"How did it go with Nicholas and Zachary?" I asked. The moment I spoke his features seemed to slope down; frown. That definitely wasn't a good response, even though he had yet to speak.

"They said if they can't have you they want you dead." He said with a bit of scratchiness in his voice. I froze. That was an even worse answer than I expected. I opened my lips to say something, anything, but nothing escaped.

"Don't worry, Anastasia, they won't get you. I have a whole army, they only have one another. And as long as I'm here you don't need to worry." He said in an almost whisper as he made his way toward me.

I must've been in shock because I didn't really hear much else after that.

A few moments later he placed a hand on my shoulder, which snapped me out of my trance. Despite the T-shirt I was wearing his cold hands seeped through the fabric.

"Look at me." He snapped. But I didn't want to. I didn't want to do anything, except get the hell out of that tower and run as far away as I could. I would've run even as far as the Muggle world.

Due to my unwillingness to look at him, Tom slid his free hand under my chin and used two fingers to lift my head up toward him.

His hands were cold- both of them, even despite the warmth the tower constantly provided, he was cold. Maybe it just runs in his blood.

I looked at him, my blue eyes meeting his. He must've been able to sense my emotion because I saw worry in his eyes as he studied me.

I didn't expect it, truthfully I didn't expect any of this, but he used his hand on my chin to pull me closer, close enough that my lips were able to touch his.