O R P H I C. [Tom. R × Reader]

7. What a Softie.

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I woke up in pain. A lot of pain. I groaned quietly, my eyes still closed.

'Fuck I forgot I was a woman' I squeezed my eyes closed even more and my brow creased, pulling together into a distressed scowl. I shifted uncomfortably.

I squinted my eyes open, remembering where I am. I focused my vision to see Tom staring back into my eyes. He didn't seem to hold any emotion, but concern grew on his features as he noticed my pained expression.

"Good morning" he muttered. I shouldn't be on my period yet. Maybe it's just pre-cramps. Hopefully, this would be a torturous situation otherwise.

"Yeah hi" I replied, closing my eyes, and clutching my stomach. I turned away so I could curl into a ball without bothering him.

"Hey.. what's wrong?" Tom asked, reaching down to my stomach where the attention of my grip was directed.

"Cramps" I grunted. He pulled me back against him.

"Like- female cramps? Period?" He obviously didn't know what he was talking about.

"Are you bleeding?" He asked. My face grew red. This is getting more and more embarrassing every second.

"Shouldn't be" I answered. I felt him get out of the bed, and head to his walk-in wardrobe. He came back with what I knew to be a crew neck sweatshirt.

How does he have a modern sweatshirt like this. I stared at him, somewhat alarmed.

'Isn't it supposed to be like- I don't know? Early 1920's???' I stumbled over my thoughts, examining the black fabric with white, modern prints and a small quote on the back, top right.

"W-where did you get that from?" I asked, bewildered, my gaze still pointing towards the comfortable looking sweatshirt.

"Er.. my closet. In there" he replied, holding up the jumper and pointing back to the room.

"No, no idiot. Where did you buy it from?" I rolled my eyes.

"Oh. Oh. I bought it online. I don't remember where from though" Tom rubbed his neck.

"Hogwarts requires uniforms during class and when attending to meals though, so. Except on the weekends. Weekends are the best because you get to put on all your comfortable clothes and wear your favourite accessories" The boy babbled.

"ONLINE??!!" I shouted, utterly shocked. Tom simply nodded, giving me a concerned look.

"Wait, wait. I'm sorry, what year is it again?"  asked.

"It's 2036" Tom hummed. I want to cry. What the hell.

'How am I even here, it's the past, but future at the same time. Dumbledore fucked up big time on this one. What do I do? Do I still stop Tom from being Voldemort? Or what' I rolled over, still in a ball  pressing my fingers to my temples as I squeezed my eyes closed again.

The urge to cry only grew as another burst of pain pierced my gut.

"Ughhh" I groaned. Struggling to keep myself from bursting into tears, though my eyes already watered from the pain.

Tom walked around to face me, setting the sweater, and now a thick, velvet green button-down shirt on the blankets. He pulled me up towards him, he now had me lifted like a child.

The newfound cold air stung at my legs. Then I remembered that I had only been wearing Tom's white shirt. But I also don't care right now.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck, I pushed my face into his bare shoulder, clinging tightly to his unfaltering figure, gritting my teeth as I pushed through the pain.