The Second Tom

Chapter Four

Abraxas' P.O.V

Ever since last night Thomas hasn't been himself and it worries me. He's not one to show his emotions or tell you how he's feeling, but I can tell he's hurt. Usually he talks to me all the time even if it's just about the smallest thing that pops into his mind, but he has barely even spoke to me all day. He's often lost in his own thoughts and becomes sort of spaced out. That is not like Thomas at all. Like this morning when we woke up, or when I woke up because I don't think he slept at all, he barely noticed we had arrived at the Great Hall until Draco kept calling his name over and over again.

Though I can't blame him for acting the way he is. I don't suppose I would act any different than he if I was in his position. Learning that you were kidnapped as a toddler and your kidnappers not only wiped your memory but killed your mother is more than a lot to take in. But I didn't question him on how he was acting because not matter how close we are, he has never confided to me when he was feeling on a deep level because he didn't like being perceived as weak. Infact, last night was the only time in the five years that I've known him that I've seen him cry. So that's why I kept quiet the whole day and just let him think things over, but when Thomas finally did snap out of the state he was in, I can honestly say I was frightened.

Thomas and I had been walking to our Potions class when my homework was shredded to bits right in my hands. I had turned my head to find the culprit to so Godric and his fanboy, Ronald Weasley, with smirks on their face, and before I could confront them Thomas was already advancing on them and his face was murderous. I was shocked to say the least that all day he had been so out of it but when someone had done something to me he was quick to defend me.

"I'll tell you and everyone listening only once. The one person you don't want to mess with at this school is Abraxas. If you touch what's mine I can promise you if you cause him any more problems I will make sure, Godric, that your mother and father won't be able to get to you in time to stop what I will do to you."

The air surrounding everyone was thick and heavy. His magic had added force to his calmly spoke words. The way he said his words was unnerving on its own. There was a reason that everyone after this year's First Year group respected Thomas. He was more than powerful and he didn't even have to lift a finger to show it.

It had took me a minute to register that Thomas had said "touch what's mine" and that had a whole other set of questions for in in my head. What did he mean 'his' ? Maybe he just meant his only friend or something along those lines because what else could he have meant? Again, I didn't question Thomas because I didn't know what kind of response I would get from him. He could be unpredictable sometimes.

By the time we reached Potions Class I became extremely worried. Thomas's breathing had became labored and he was trying to conceal his pain from me, but I could tell by his slightly scrunched up face that it had to be bad, because he had built up a tolerance to the crucio and other painful hexes, so I had immediately went to Professor Snape because he was the only instructor at this school that Thomas trusted.

I put on the infamous 'Malfoy Mask' and entered the potions classroom and went immediately to professor Snape. I could tell he was not pleased about being interrupted, but once I explained what was happening to Thomas he had the Slytherin Head Boy to oversee the class until he got back while he took Thomas and I down to his private chambers.

As soon as Snape saw the state that Thomas was in he immediately began to scold the boy while quickly grabbing different potions that he would need.

"For someone who despises the Potters you sure are showing their foolish attributes. You know that you should have came to me immediately when you started to show signs of you coming into your inheritance especially this early. You could have hurt an innocent person, Thomas."

The confusion I had been feeling the whole day has managed to intensify. I had never known that he had any kind of Creature blood inside of him.
I had also noticed that when Snape told him he should have stayed in his room his eyes had darkened in color. His stare sent a shiver down my spine and for once in my life I found myself unable to hold his gaze.

I noticed that when Professor Snape told him he should have stayed in our room, Thomas' eyes turned a really dark green color. The intense look he gave me sent shivers down my spine, and I had to look away.

"There's more important things than me coming into my inheritance. Abraxas could have been hurt, and I won't allow that to happen."

He was talking to Snape as if I wasn't in the room, but I could still feel his eyes on me even with me turned away from him. I was shocked that Thomas cared so much about me, but I know he really isn't the cold person he makes himself to be. I know deep down he just wants someone to love him because he has never know it.

"While it is admirable that you want to protect your fellow Slytherin, it will do no good for you to transform in front of the entire school. You must think of yourself first."

I heard a growl come from Thomas's direction and I turned around to see him looking angrily at the professor. I could see the fangs in his mouth as he had them slightly bared in some sort of warning.

"Nothing is more important than my mate's safety."

My eyes widened and my mask had completely slipped from my face. I was his mate? I never thought that he would be into guys, much less me. Yes I was powerful, but I was nothing like my family. I wasn't the usual 'Alpha Male' like my brother and father or every other Malfoy before. I have always been more on the shy side and I look more feminine than them. But when I met Thomas I gained confidence. He taught me everything he knew and always told me that there was nothing wrong with how I looked. Never once has Thomas ever talked down on me. I've always felt I owed him my life for building me up into the person I am now. Before him I wasn't much of anything to be proud of and I probably still wouldn't be if it wasn't for him.

I slightly jumped when I came face to face with a more angelic looking Thomas. He had midnight black wings that had sprouted from his back. He at me with those captivating green eyes and he ran a hand across my face and I didn't know what to do because he has never been any kind of affectionate before.

"I can sense your insecurities, but you have no need to feel those things. You are perfect and you always have been. I've always been able to feel the bond between us since we met in first year. And even if you decide you do not want me as your partner, I will always protect you. I couldn't live with myself if you had gotten hurt."

I didn't know how to respond. What if I rejected him, would he really be okay? His voice contradicted his words. His voice was pleading at me to not reject him, but I knew he didn't want me to feel like I was forced to be with him. So much has happened since we have been at Hogwarts, but not in the ways we have planned, or atleast, not how I planned.