"Should we go in?" Asked Iris cautiously.
"We should," Replied Tom with as much caution.
Slowly making his way to the door, Tom opened it and was slightly surprised with what was in front of him. It was obviously something Iris had thought of.
The walls were lined with rows upon rows of books, and in the center was a stand with jewelry. Everything from necklaces, to anklets, to bracelets, and even earrings were there. The amount of books that were there shocked Tom. Everything from muggle books, to books that could only be found in the wizarding world. What shocked him the most was the piano in the corner of the room.
Tom slowly approached the piano, unaware of the curious eyes that followed him. He sat down on the bench and began to play. It was a piece he learned to play in the orphanage. After having spent so much time alone, and bored, he eventually picked up the talent of the piano. He couldn't remember the name of the piece, but it was by Beethoven or Mozart. One of those famous composers. This was one of his favorite pieces to play, despite how many bad memories it brought back.
Flash backs of the other kids bullying him flashed across his mind, but he still played it perfectly. Most likely from memorization. One of the main memories he had from the orphanage was one from 3 years ago. He had been practicing the same song he was playing now and a boy at least three years older than him pushed him off the bench.
"What are you going to do? Run to your mummy? Oh wait, you can't because she's dead," Timothy Chowder laughed.
"And it's no better than being left here because my mother didn't love me," Tom fired. He wasn't sure if it was the insults being fired at his mother or the fact that Timothy had pushed him off his seat. This was not something any 12 year old boy enjoyed going through.
"Are you saying I'm not worth loving? Tell that to Amelia," Timothy snarkily responded.
"Well, I'm sure extremely deep down there is a soul worth loving, because she obviously can't love you for your looks." Tom was very proud of that insult, not only because he thought of it on the spot, but because even some of Timothy's followers thought it was a good insult. Timothy's expression resembled a look one has when he's just burnt himself.
Timothy obviously couldn't think of any comment because he resorted in violence. Tom was pushed down by Timothy's strong arms. Tom curled up into a ball, like an armadillo preparing for impact. He was ready for whatever blow Timothy had to take at him.
Timothy kicked Tom's side. That was followed by another kick, and another kick. Slowly the other boys joined in and started hitting him. But through out all the hitting and the grunt from the boys, who were obviously running out of energy, Tom did not emit one sound nor did he shed one tear. He just let himself form bruises all over his body, and slowly lose consciousness.
Tom was snapped back to reality when he felt a gentle hand fall upon his shoulder. Tom hadn't realized how dark his expression had become. Though his face normally gave off a cocky vibe, his face was now void of any emotion.
Tom glanced up, staring into Iris' stormy grey eyes, which now had a slight blueish color to it. Tom had never before realized how her eye color sometimes changes.
Iris placed herself gently beside him on the remaining space of the bench, never once breaking eye contact. And Tom was grateful that she hadn't, because he wanted to cherish every moment he was looking into her eyes for.
Despite the fact that he barely knew the girl, he couldn't deny the attraction between them. Nor could he deny the funny feeling he got when she looked at him. But whatever it was he was feeling, he was almost certain it wasn't love. Almost.
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Iris contemplated weather she should approach him or not. He looked deep in his thoughts, yet he was playing the song so beautifully and with such precision the composer would've hired him to play it at concerts.
She quietly approached him, being careful not to distract him from his thoughts. She placed a hand on his shoulder as softly as she could. Considering that she had the grace and elegance of an elephant, this was not very soft. She didn't want to say anything to ruin the calm, yet somewhat sad atmosphere, so she didn't. They just spent a couple of minutes looking into each other's eyes. And at that moment, that was all she needed.
"You should where your hair up," Tom whispered.
"I wouldn't look very nice," Iris said, somewhat sadly. Iris had never thought of herself as beautiful as all the other girls. But if you were to ask any other boy in the school, they would all say she was absolutely stunning. "I don't think anyone else would think I looked good either."
"Why should it matter what anyone else says?" Tom asked. His eyes were flashing between her eyes and her lips. Tom removed a hand form the piano to move the hair away from her face. His finger gently touching the scar on her forehead.
"I-I don't," Iris stammered. The close proximity was maxing her slightly nervous.
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"Do I make you nervous?" Asked Tom. He would've smirked had it not been for his heart that told him not to ruin the moment. Especially since he would most likely cherish this moment for years, and years to come.
"What if you do?" Iris said in a slightly challenging tone, but she didn't say it in such a way to demolish the mood they were feeling. Tom felt her leaning into him. The distance between them growing smaller and smaller with each passing second. Tom could feel himself leaning into her as well.
He shouldn't have been doing this. He shouldn't have been with her. He shouldn't have ever talked to her. And no matter how wrong Tom thought he felt this was, he couldn't help but feel that this was so right.
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The test I had today was kinda hard but at the same time it's french so I could get a 40% and still be happy. Okay, that's a lie, but when it comes to french, I don't have very high expectations. At this moment in time, I'm regretting ever taking French passed grade 9. Okay, so this chapter was 1036 words. It felt so long when I was writing this though. So tell me if you want longer chapters, maybe for me to start writing the chapters in Iris' or Tom's POV. I'll try to make the chapters longer and only end them off after 1000 words, but please keep in mind I'll end them off when I feel is right. This just felt like a really good time to end it off. The flash back was inspired by @AliceBarnes and her book. So in the first chapter the main character is being bullied by this fricken ten year old bitch. And I thought that having a boy and his squad like lily bitchson and her squad would help show how Tom is the way he is. SOOOOOOOO BYEEEEEEEEEEEE
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