𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚 𝘛𝘐𝘌𝘋/𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 (English version)

Chapter 16

The holidays soon came to an end, and the students were quickly brought back to their usual routine. Some were busy with the final Quidditch matches, while others were solely focused on their studies. The professors immediately started assigning homework after homework, depriving their students of their well-deserved free time.

Sarah was in the library, dedicating all her attention to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Lupin was an excellent teacher, but that didn't mean the assignments were easy.
Especially since one of these tasks had actually been assigned by Snape. For months now, at least two lessons had been taught by him, which obviously caused much discontent among the students.
Sarah had a large book in front of her, as she had to write a second essay on werewolves since Snape had been displeased with the one she had done months earlier. Tom was sitting with her, writing quickly, already knowing everything about the subject.
Sarah began to flip through the pages angrily, catching the boy's attention.
"Are you hitting the book?" he asked, putting his quill down.
The girl sighed, laying her head on the table
"I can't find anything new to say,I already wrote everything in the previous essay."
"Well, you should look harder for the right books to rely on, shouldn't you?"
Sarah lifted her head, glaring at him in frustration. "Do you think we're all Tom Riddle? We don't roam the library as if we're at Zonko's! And fortunately, I'd say." She grabbed her quill again, wanting to finish this torment as quickly as possible.
Tom chuckled quietly,He loved teasing her.
They'd been spending a lot of time together lately, mostly studying but still enjoying each other's company.
"If you need help, just ask," the boy said, knowing those words would only annoy the Gryffindor even more. And it did,Sarah looked at him even more exasperated.
"Not even if you were the last person on this earth, Riddle! Your stupid tutoring was more than enough for me."
About thirty minutes passed, and both were tired of continuing, exhausted by the morning's study session. Sarah got up, putting everything in her bag, craving a long rest in her dormitory. Tom did the same, following her out of the library.
"Well, I'm off, I've got something to do with the others" the girl said, knowing she had to go to Hagrid's, as that very day Buckbeak was going to be executed.
Tom nodded, oddly wishing he could spend more time with her. "What do you say we meet up later?" he blurted out.
Sarah's eyes widened "What?"
The boy blushed, regretting being so bold, mentally cursing himself.
"Never mind" he was about to walk away when he heard the girl approach him again.
"Oh no, Tom, I'm just surprised. But that sounds great! How about we eat in the kitchens? That way, no one will bother us, and we can talk about the book we were reading last night!"
The boy felt a weight lift off his chest,he was making a fool of himself over her. He said goodbye without even being able to look her in the eyes and hurriedly walked away down the corridor.
Sarah watched his tall figure walk off, and only when he turned the corner did she start skipping. She didn't quite understand her reaction at first, but she felt so happy to be able to spend more time with him. Pansy had been telling her for days that Tom always talked about her in her absence, trying to steer the conversation towards the Gryffindor. Sarah listened to her friend's words with her mouth wide open, and within two minutes, she was skipping down the empty corridor with the Slytherin.
Could it be that even the coldest boy might feel something for someone?
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The four Gryffindors walked towards Hagrid's hut, wanting to be there for him during such a difficult moment. 
Before knocking on the small house, Harry grinned at Sarah.
"Hermione punched Draco Malfoy." 
The girl froze on the steps, her mouth dropping open in shock. 
"What?" she muttered, speechless. 
Hermione laughed behind her.
"We'll talk about it later, okay? I know you want to hear everything."
Hagrid welcomed them inside, handing each of them a cup of what was supposed to be tea. 
"Look at him, he loves the smell of the trees when the wind blows through the leaves," Hagrid said.
"Why don't we just set him free?" Harry asked. 
"They'd catch me... and Dumbledore would get in trouble. He's coming here; he says he wants to be with me when... it happens," he said, almost crying, then continued, "a great man, Dumbledore, great man."