Toxic (1)(Draco x Oc x Tom & Tom x Oc x Hermione)

"Sooner or later"

Draco POV:

    Nessa stormed away. I saw as her silhouette disappeared as she walked down the stairs, she slammed the door behind her causing for me to jump. The parchment letter fell on the wooden floor. What was wrong with her? I picked the letter up, contemplating on whether I should read it or not. Was the letter that bad? Or was Nessa just overreacting? As she always does. She always has a sour attitude, why? I myself am not sure.  I think I should wait, maybe after dinner time. 

 Tom POV:

    My father grand me to permission to leave his meeting early, as I lied to his face about having to finish my studies ahead of schedule this week for professor Sinistra.  I make my way to the great hall. Emmy by my side. I haven't spoken to her properly. But she seems happy at this moment in time. She always does. 

 "Is something wrong?" 

Emmys soft voice rings in my head, as she awakes me from my daydreaming. I suppose I had been staring at her. A quick smile painted my face, as I put my arm around her shoulder. 

"I've just realized I haven't spoken to you in a moment is all." I spoke lowly as we entered the great hall. 

"I suppose." She smiled up at the me, as we both sat down.

"So, I'm only guessing you've spoken to Granger?" I hesitantly asked. I was only curious. 

"Um, well, yes and no. I accidently told I liked her," her cheeks went red, as she looked down at her salad, "and then... yeah." She gulped hard. She refused to make eye contact with me the entire time she spoke. I knew she was lying to me; she wasn't telling my everything. 

"Mhm, is that all?" I smiled as she was now put under pressure to answer my question. Emmy was fragile, she would eventually break.  

"Yes Tommy?" She whispered. It was more of a question than an actual statement.

"Don't lie Emmy. It's not very nice." I pouted my lip, and tiled my head, attempting to hide my smirk.

"We kissed!" She crossed her arms on the table and set her head down. I smiled knowing she would break. I grabbed her neck and hugged her. 

"There's nothing to be ashamed of Emmy." I chuckled. 

"I don't know," she moved her head away from my chest, so her words were no longer muffled. "I'm just new to this stuff." She brought my shoulder down to whisper something in my ear. "Am just not experienced."

I pulled her closer. 

"I could show you. Show you how to please her, but you'd be my little toy. Take what I show you to that little fuck toy of yours." I laughed as she rested her head on my chest. She breathed heavily. 

"I've never been touch Tommy. But I trust you." She smiled at me. I smiled back.

"You just let me know when you're ready doll." We both stood up as dinner was over. We headed to the common room as first years ran inside bumping into each other, laughing. I hugged Emmy goodnight, as I see her shadow fade away from the stairs. I head to my dorm to change, so I could read my book downstairs in the common room passed curfew, maybe have a smoke. 

I finish up my business, as I gathered the book off my nightstand, making my way to the common room. I was met with head of blond hair; I knew all too well. She sat there with a blank expression on her face. She was facing the fireplace. I could see her so clearly do to the fact that the fire light was reflecting off her face. She looked so peaceful, for once. I could tell something was on her mind. 

"What are you thinking about?" I asked her, as I walked to the couch in front of her. She jumped as my voice suddenly ranged though the common room. She said nothing but stared at me. 

"I hate that piece of shit you call dad, fucking loser. I hate him, not because of what he did to me, but" she breathes heavily, as she shakes her head no, "all I want is to keep him safe Tom, I don't want him to get hurt. Or you, or Emmy." She doesn't look at me, but she plays with the pillow in her lap.

"That's my father you spoke about Vanessa, as much as he is a dickhead, resect him in front of me of all people. I understand you care about him, but Draco has his own priorities to straighten out. I'm sure whatever it is that is worrying you will be solved sooner or later." I stated. 

"Yeah, sooner or later in a bad fucking way." She throws the pillow on the couch as she heads to the girl's dormitory.     

AUTHORS NOTE: Hi everyone, we're back! Yes, it's been a good hot minute, no, we're not throwing this book under the rug. We're trying to post more these days! Hope you enjoyed this chapter, see you soon;] - Matilda and Lillian <3