You don't own me

Part 13

--Crawls from under the rock she's been hiding.--

************SHE HAS RISEN BABY GIRL!**************

Yeahh, I know, I know, I fell into a reading hole and couldn't make myself write even a sentence the last couple of months. BUT! I'm back! For now, let's be honest, nobody knows when my muse is going to leave me again. She is that stupid sometimes.

This chapter: The Tournament!
Tom being a SIMP (when is he not?)
Harry is a cinnamon roll while also ready to kill ya.
And we all love Lydia. <3

ENJOY!

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 Tom's POV;

Hadrian was acting strange. Tom couldn't help but muse, he was watching his darling from his place on the couch, his eyes darting over the edge of his book every few minutes to watch the other.

Hadrian was sprawled on the carpet that the Room of Requirement had conjured for them. Mipsy had brought Levi with her an hour ago when she had popped in with refreshments, and Hadrian had been conversing softly with their snake ever since.

That wasn't the strange behavior. No, it was the glances and the smirks Hadrian shot in his direction whenever he thought Tom wasn't looking. It was infuriating.

What could Hadrian possibly be hiding from him? They did everything together. Even now, it was just the two of them in the Room of Requirement doing their homework and preparing for their NEWTs. Well, they had started like that, but Hadrian had been distracted.

Hermione had joined them at first but had gotten flustered when Mipsy had popped in with a letter from Black. She then quickly vacated the room to write her reply to the irritating man.

And now, only Tom was working on their schoolwork, which didn't surprise him at all. He did feel a bit irritated at Hermione that she had abandoned him to write to her paramour.

''Are you ready for the task next Friday?'' Hadrian suddenly asked, breaking the silence between them. Tom closed his book with a snap, he had not paid attention to the words written in quite some time, he grudgingly admitted to himself. Hadrian was too much of a distraction, as always.

It would be quite embarrassing if someone knew how much the raven-haired man was on his mind.

"Of course, even if I don't know what I need to be ready for." He tried to level his voice, but he could feel the irritation creeping into his tone.

Hadrian snorted. ''That's true.'' He replied, sounding way too amused. Tom's eyes narrowed at the other.

''Do you know something?'' Tom demanded. Was this what Hadrian had been hiding? How could he not tell Tom?

He got a smirk in reply, and those impossibly green eyes found his. ''Maybe.''

Tom growled and stalked to Hadrian's place on the floor, looming over him. Hadrian was leaning on his elbows in a lazy sprawl and tilted his head up to look at Tom, not intimidated at all, which didn't surprise Tom. He didn't have a reason to. The Master of Death was powerful, even without the Hallows.

''Why haven't you told me?''

Hadrian gave him another infuriating smirk, and Tom sank to his knees while straddling Hadrian's hips. He glared at the other man, but Hadrian didn't give him the satisfaction of being cowed.

Hadrian had never been afraid of him, and it was one of the reasons Tom was so attracted to him. Hadrian was the only one who ever deserved the power he had, and even Tom wasn't worthy enough to be as powerful as Hadrian was. Tom could only continue to be in awe of the other man.