They hated each other. Enemies. They couldn't stand to be in the same room. Yet they were trapped in a room together. They had no clue how long they were actually in there for. Minutes could have been hours, hours could have been seconds.
They argued. They glared. They slammed things. Then they were silent.
The silence dragged on. The tension was palpable. They could hear each other breathing, moving. They could hear the steady heartbeats of one another.
Something gave way. Perhaps one of them sighed. They were both exhausted.
Then he admitted it. He had to.
"Listen y/n, I can't take the awkward silence anymore. We could cut the tension in here with a knife," Tom said, he was obviously nervous.
"So what do you suggest Riddle?"
"Well first off, we cut the last names and change to first names?"
"Careful Rid- Tom," you say sarcastically.
You watch Tom carefully as he looks down at his lap. He had a book steadily balanced on his legs and seemed to not be reading it, although he did look lost in his thoughts. He looked up and out the window. Hogwarts was a snow globe that day, they could both see the first years running about, having the times of their lives. They wished it could be them.
"Tom?"
"Yes?"
"I've never hated you,"
"I know."
"When we get out of here I'm going to go to Hogsmeade, buy you a bouquet of roses, and ask you to attend me on a date," he says. He doesn't state, he promises.
"When we get out of here I'll be sat in my dorm in a black, laced lingerie set waiting for you to arrive with my roses".
Tom chuckles, but it's almost a growl.
"We won't be going anywhere but my private dorm if that is how you'd greet me". He almost challenges you, as if he would bet his life against your promise.
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