When y/n arrives in the common room she pulls out her wand and waves it around silently, cleaning herself up before she takes a seat on a sofa.
"You didn't have to leave class if you could do that." Tom's modulated voice came from behind her, making her shrug.
"An excuse to leave class is an excuse to leave class, why would I do ass that up?" She raises her eyebrow at him, pulling her wand out again and re-casting the spell to clean him up too.
"You are infuriating." He seethes, staring at her intently. His blue eyes dark and malicious, it was almost scary.
"Right back at ya, mate." Y/n huffs, taking a stray book from the coffee table in front of her and starting to read it.
Tom took a seat in the arm chair diagonal from her, still glaring at her.
"Quit glaring would ya?" She snaps her head up to look at him, immediately regretting the decision when a sharp pain fills her head.
Sneaky bastard! She grovels silently, pushing him from her head before he can see any of her memories.
Tom made a sound of aggravation when he was repelled from y/n's mind and couldn't renter.
Suddenly, a sharp pain entered his head as an array of memories replayed in his mind as though he were at a theatre.
The time he killed a boy's pet rabbit at the orphanage. The time he was caned for getting into a scuffle with a bully.
The time he got a small reward for doing the best academically in his school year.
And the most recent one, the sorting ceremony when y/n walked into the hall.
The memory was covered with a pink filter, everything and everyone except for the h/c haired girl was blurred as she sat on the stool with the sorting hat on her head.
And when she had sat down next to him, the pink filter became a darker pink.
The memory froze before disappearing along with the migraine like pain he had been feeling.
I don't remember everything being pink during the ceremony...Tom stares at the girl on the sofa across from him who had a cheeky grin on her face and a soft look in her eyes as she held eye contact with him.
"It's okay Tom." She spoke, standing up and walking over to him, leaning down to be eye level again, a hand on each armrest, trapping him.
"Don't be afraid of the feeling." She had leaned in to whisper in his ear, her hair tickling his face.
Tom's eyes widened, pupils expanding as his heart thumped violently in his chest. Y/n could probably hear it, that's how loud it sounded in his ears.
She pushed herself back abruptly, bringing Tom back to his senses.
"See ya later, Tommy!" She waved with a smile on her face before exiting the common room, portrait slamming closed behind her.
She smells like strawberries and vanilla The scent on her robes seemed almost intoxicating as he reminisced about it.
What did she mean about being afraid? Be afraid of what? I'm not afraid.
Y/n steps out of the slytherin common room, the portrait slamming shut behind her allowing a girly excited squeal to leave her lips as she jumps up and down excitedly.
"Silly girl." The sharp voice of Salazar Slytherin came from the portrait behind her, making her turn to look at him.
"You're dead, so..." he had an offended look on his face before he scoffed and returned to his original pose. Y/n smiling triumphantly before she waltzes off to get to transfiguration with Dumbledore.
