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—THE NEXT FEW WEEKS PASSED AND IT WAS FINALLY TIME TO GO HOME FOR EASTER BREAK. Rigel walked onto the train, trunk in his hands, and immediately walked over to the Slytherin compartments, sitting at an empty one in the very back— wanting nothing more than some peace and quiet.
He pulled out a book out from his trunk, and put the trunk away.
Feeling the train moving, he tied his shoulder-length curly hair back with a hair tie, and laid down.
He opened the book in his hands and started reading.
A few minutes later, someone knocking on the door made him sit up immediately.
"Oh, it's just you." Rigel mumbled as Tom walked into the compartment and sat down in front of him.
"I'm flattered that you're comfortable around me." Tom said when Rigel laid back down.
"Well, you're living with us so I've got no choice."
"And yet it took you..." Tom looked thoughtful. "2 or 3 years."
Rigel gave him a side glance, and went back to his book, not wanting to deal with the older boy at the moment.
"Rigel, I've apologized many times—"
"And I don't care." Rigel cut him off in boredom. "Like I said: your words mean nothing to me."
"Right." Tom murmured. "So, I'm forgiven?"
Rigel rolled his eyes and nodded once, not looking away from his book.
Tom sighed and looked at the window, watching the scenery.
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The two stayed in silence for about an hour, each of them doing their own thing and enjoying the comfortable silence.
..until their compartment door slammed open.
Rigel pulled the hair tie out of his hair immediately and sat up, glaring at the person. "Are you Gryffindors so stupid that you don't know how to knock? Shall I teach you?"
"Harry, we have a problem." Hermione Granger said in her bossy tone and sat down, completely ignoring Tom.
"You'll have another problem if you call me that name one more time and not leave." Rigel glared.
"Dumbledore says that Voldemort's back, Harry." Granger ignored him.
Rigel glanced at Tom, who looked confused and thoughtful.
"We've got to save the world from him!" Granger exclaimed excitedly. "I've done my research and read all the books about the dark lords, and—"
"Well, you must know that he's the most feared dark lord ever." Rigel pointed out as if it was obvious. "He's not going to be defeated by 2 fourteen-year-olds, Granger. Nor do I even want to do this. So, I must repeat myself— get the fuck out."
"Headmaster Dumbledore is going to tell you more about it soon, I expect." Granger ignored him... again. "Anyways, I'll leave. We'll see each other soon!"
Rigel looked alarmed. Soon?
"It's alright, Rigel." Tom said when the mudblood left. "I've got a plan and many backup plans already."
"Of course you do." Rigel scoffed, pulling his hair back and huffed when he realized that he lost his hair tie.
Being too lazy to simply get one out of his trunk, Rigel just laid back down with his hair opened, which was now messy.
Tom tried not to stare. Key word: tried.
Rigel Black was just so goddamn good-looking, it infuriated Tom.
The way he would tie his hair, but still have a few strands out.
The way his eyes moved from one word to another, face scrunched up in thought when he read.
The way his glares could send chills up anyone's spine, shockingly, even Tom's.
Why was it so hard for him to forget about the crush he had on the boy? It was just a stupid crush on a stupid boy, who was smart but way too oblivious.
Was it because of the fact that Rigel was the first person ever who didn't fear him— but hated him instead and fully showed it?
Or was it because the boy could speed anyone's heartbeat up just by walking by them, without even realizing it?
Whatever it was— Tom desperately tried figuring it out.
However, he still didn't know what it was.
So, why couldn't he just get over him by now?
Tom looked at Rigel in thought, who was sitting up, his back hunched over the book in his hand. He watched as Rigel looked away from the book and looked at the window, his hair covering some of his facial features and his green eyes filled with nothing but coldness.
Rigel looked away from the window and went back to reading.
Maybe that was why Tom couldn't get over his stupid crush. The boy was a mystery to be solved— and Tom liked mysteries.
