We Belong Together {A Tom Felton Love Story}

Chapter 23: Good Riddance!

This was terribly fun to write, so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. =P

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Adrianna awoke to the sun beating down on her face. Her eyes slowly opened, trying to place where she was. She couldn't remember for certain where she had passed out for the night, and for a moment was a little freaked out when she felt someone breathing on the back of her neck.

She turned to see a sleeping Tom laying behind her, his arm draped over her waist carelessly in his sleep. Adrianna immediately relaxed when she realized this. She was sure for a moment that she was being stalked, and she had finally run out of hiding time. She flipped herself around, allowing herself to face her boyfriend. Adrianna buried her face in his bare chest, taking in his scent. His arm pulled her closer to him, as if that were possible.

Adrianna nudged him, causing him to awaken only moments later. "Hm?" he asked.

"Wake up sleepyhead," she whispered.

"Do I have toooo?" Tom pleaded, his eyes still shut tightly. It was all too apparent that he was not ready to get out of bed.

"Pleaseeeee?" Adrianna asked, batting her eyelashes although he couldn't see them.

Tom stretched as he sat up slightly, pulling her up with him. "Okay, okay, I'm up."

"Well good morning sleepyhead," Adrianna giggled, hugging him tightly.

"Good morning to you as well," Tom smiled, pulling a stray lock of hair from Adrianna's eyes. "How did you sleep?"

"Considering the circumstances, pretty well," Adrianna answered. Admittedly, she was still trying to shake off the fact that Matthias had for all intents and purposes cussed Tom out over the phone. Now she was just hoping that when she went home this afternoon he wasn't going to be there waiting for her.

"Good," Tom replied. "You ready for some breakfast?"

Adrianna nodded. With that, the two of them made their way downstairs and towards the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, they found the rest of their friends already munching on French toast. Rupert glanced up from his plate to see them standing in the doorway.

"About time you guys are up! I was beginning to wonder if you were dead!" he exclaimed. "Or something else..."

"Oh Rupert shut up and eat your food," Tom rolled his eyes, pulling out a chair for Adrianna to sit in. After his girlfriend took a seat, he took a seat next to her. "Now, who made this so I know if it's edible or not?"

Marisa laughed. "Who do you think made it?"

Tom pretended to think about it. "Going to have to say Sam."

The red-headed girl turned away from the stove, frying pan in hand. "Of course I did. Someone around here has to make sure all of you guys get fed properly!"

"Very true," Tom stated, helping himself to a plate of food.

The rest of the conversation blurred away as Adrianna began to try to focus on her food. Admittedly, she wasn't that hungry. She was eating only to keep her strength up. Her mind couldn't keep focused on much of anything right now. She just wanted everything to be back to normal already. Even though everyone was pretending to be happy, she knew they weren't. She knew that they were all just as flustered by the situation as she was. Adrianna was sick of walking on eggshells, and she was sick of staying in beds other than her own. Today would be the day she went home, regardless to what Matthias said or did.