persuasive [t.r]

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Y/N'S POV:

"Y/n," I heard someone whisper as they shook me. "Y/n wake up." I opened my eyes and saw Tom. "Hm?" I hummed, turning around and burying my face into the pillow I was laying on. "We need to talk," Tom said, his tone changing immediately. "What about?" I asked, sitting up and looking up at him.

"The reason why you were crying earlier. I usually let it slide whenever you don't tell me because I would normally know already, but I don't know this time," Tom sighed, sitting next to me. "It's no big deal, really," I tried to say, but he looked at me with those eyes, those eyes that could read me like a book, those eyes that knew I was lying right through my teeth.

"It is a big deal y/n, you were absolutely broken, you tried your best to hide it, but you failed your emotions. I know you need to tell me something, so go on, tell me," He moved his hand, motioning for me to tell him. "But, what if it's true?" I asked, my eyes glossing over with fresh tears. "But what if what's true darling?" He questioned, grabbing my hand. I let out a shaky breath, trying to keep in my sobs that wanted to so badly escape.

"In defense against the dark arts, we did boggarts," I started, was I really going to tell him? "That's the class you ran into me from, correct?" He asked. "Yes," I sighed. "What's so bad about boggarts?" He raised his eyebrow, rubbing the top of my hand with his thumb. "My boggart, I- I didn't know what it would be, I wasn't expecting what I had gotten," I looked at Tom, getting reminded of the menacing smirk I had seen earlier in the day. "What was it?" He asked. "I-It was you," I stuttered, trying to hold back the sob that so desperately wanted to leave my throat. Tom looked at me with a shocked expression, maybe a hint of sadness? And maybe anger, no, definitely anger.

"You're afraid of me?" He asked, looking me in the eyes. "Of course not," I scoffed lightly, trying not to make it obvious, but I did. "What then?" He let go of my hand as his eyes narrowed in anger. "If you're not afraid of me, then why was I your boggart?" "It wasn't just you Tom! It was you telling me you didn't love me! I'm afraid of you not loving me because I love you!" I yelled out, tears spilling from my eyes like the words from my mouth.

Tom stood there in complete shock, not have I never yelled at him like that before, but I also just confessed I loved Tom Marvolo Riddle. To his very own face.

"You- You love me?" He stuttered, his eyes widening. "Of course I do, but apparently you're too daft to see that," I whispered, grabbing my own hand as he wasn't holding it anymore.

There was silence, I couldn't take it much longer. "Are you going to say anything?" I then asked.

More silence.

I couldn't bare it, I was angry, quite actually. I looked at Tom again to see if he would say anything. He didn't, he just sat there, staring at me blankly with his lips parted as if he would say something, but words wouldn't come out.

I then got up, storming out of his dorm, entering my own shortly after, ignoring his protests for me to come back.

I slammed my door shut, sitting on my bed with my head in my hands starting to cry again. This was the what time I've cried today? I didn't know, I lost count already.

I was overthinking everything, he didn't say he loved me back, he didn't even give me a look of reassurance, a look that told me he loved me back.

Was my boggart true?

a/n: the next chapter is the last chapter, thank you guys so much for nine-hundred reads! it really means a lot, i'm sorry i haven't announced anything about it any sooner, i'm not doing good mentally right now, but thank you guys again, i love you all unconditionally. -ace 🖤