Love of my life

Chapter 17

We walk forward while I try not to look back. I feel Lestrange's gaze glaring at me from behind. Tom doesn't look back either, he looks nonchalant about it.

I don't know what to say to Tom. What do I say to a man who just beat up someone for me?

I try making eye contact with Tom, but he doesn't look at me. There is tension. The tension that both of us can feel. We both want to talk, but we don't know what to say.

I guess I was too wrapped in my thoughts because I hardly realized that we entered the common room. As we enter, some of the students look at us curiously.

I look around to see Beverly staring at us. She looks gobsmacked. She watches as Tom walks me to my dorm. He looks back and sees her too, but he just slightly nods at her.

We get to my dorm, and as I open it, he says, "Good night,". He then starts walking away to his dorm. I go inside and lean on my door.

The tension still remains. I can't get him off my mind. It's like he's in the room with me.

What if this was just a one-time thing? Will everything go back to normal tomorrow? Maybe I won't be able to talk to him like I did today. Maybe we will go back to last names. Fuck it. I don't want to learn my lesson twice. I have to live in the moment before he's gone.

I open the door quickly and run to his dorm. I get to his door and knock. He opens his door and his eyes widen a bit when he sees me.

"Do you need me to read you a bedtime story?" He says in his sarcastic tone.

"That would be lovely," I say, returning his tone. I look at the floor then back at him. He then steps back to let me in. I walk in and sit on his bed.

"Feeling at home are you?" He says, looking me up and down.

"Very, your bed is rather comfortable. I'm surprised you don't sleep in a coffin,"

"Even the undead have hearts my love,"

"Good, that means you could talk with your heart instead of your mind,"

"I knew you weren't here for a bedtime story," he sighs.

"You were waiting for that moment huh?" I say, thinking about what happened with Lestrange.

"I needed to put him in his place, he was starting to think he was better than me."

"So you used me as an excuse to put him in his place?"

"No. He had it coming but you made it come quicker. He had no right to talk to you like that, even you need some dignity."

"Oh.. how touching," I say as he rolls his eyes.

"You don't get it."

"Get it? What's there to get?"

"There is everything to get! Each passing moment of each day, all I think of is you!"

"Out of all the wrong things you've done, making me like you is the worst!" I snap back.

"Making you like me?! It's the other way around! You snuck your way into my heart and I don't know how! You make me feel things that I've never felt before! You keep making me come back for more! It's more than I can endure!" He keeps walking back and forth with his hands behind his back. As he disheveles his hair he comes up to me and grabs my hands. "You are the ghost to my haunted house. You haunt me every day. I need an exorcist to keep you away."

I stare at him in shock, who knew Voldemort himself could have feelings. "And here I thought you didn't have a weakness".

"I didn't, until you came" he tucks my hair behind my ear while he looks into my eyes. His eyes go from mine to my lips.