Bad Romance

Letters

-From Tom's POV-
I laid in my bed, writing in my diary thinking about how Y/n will be back in mere days.
December 26th
I'm not sure what it is about her, but she makes me feel a new range of emotions. Something about the way she carries herself and the way we understand each other just draws me into her to the point where I can't contain myself. The way her hair frames her face and the way her eyes glisten and widen when she sees me. She comes across as rude and cocky to other people and while she tries to keep up that front with me, I see through it. I know that deep down she cares for me. Quite frankly, I care for her too. I don't believe in love and I know she doesn't either, but I'm starting to believe whatever sick and twisted perception of passion we are capable of, we feel it towards each other.

I was interrupted in my writings by hearing my owl coo. I kept my windows open whenever I sent y/n letters so that way I could hear when it arrived in the owlery. I was wearing a regular undershirt and my uniform pants so I threw on my robe and made my way to the owlery, wager to see what she had written me back.

I carefully read and thought over each word she wrote. About how she offed her mother and how she's becoming more powerful. The only person I was fine sharing a spotlight of power with was her. I had been keeping all of her letters in my dresser drawer and prepared to give them back to her when she returned. I had a diary to write everything down in, and I wasn't sure she had the same so in a way our letters were her diary. I felt the corners of my mouth lightly curl up when I read the last part of her letter. She remembered my birthday is December 31st. I decide it's getting late so after I put the letters away, I change into pajamas and climb into bed.
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December 30th. I woke up particularly eager because I knew it was the day that Y/n was returning. Most pupils had the option of staying with her families for the New Year and most chose to, but for whatever reason Y/n had told me previously that she was coming back early.  I sat in the Slytherin common room bouncing my knee up and down, rolling the end of my wand back and forth in my forefinger and thumb, watching the fire.

I hear the door creak open and turn around almost immediately. "Malfoy told me I could find you in here." Y/n says in a soft tone with bags in her hands. I feel the corners of my mouth start to turn into a smirk again and I stand up and walk over to her.

"Here, let me help you with your bags." I insist. I take her suitcase so she can carry her gift bags without having full hands. I follow her to her dorm and when we arrive, we sit down on her bed.

"I have gifts for you." She says to me with a  smile. I can feel my eyebrow furrow as I'm confused by her words.

"Gifts?" I ask her. She nods as she quickly finds one of the gift bags she carried in. She hands it to me and looks at me, waiting for me to open it. The bag wasn't too big, it was a deep red paper type of material that had golden ribbons on the side. I slowly put my hand in and feel something cold and metallic. I pull the object out and observe it in my hand. A very nice gold watch. I feel the corners of my mouth start to twist upwards again and I look to Y/n. "I actually really like this." I tell her. She smiles and looks at the watch and then at me again.

"I may or may not have stolen it. The shoppe was closed but I wanted it then and there." She says with a shrug.

"Well I mean you are an evil mastermind and also a Slytherin." I remind her and she starts giggling.

"I'm not done, theres more." She reaches to her suitcase and unzips it before digging through different objects. She pulls out three books and hands them to me. "A promise is a promise. Merry Christmas, Tom." She tells me. I look at the books in my hand and then to her. I set the books down and wrap my arms around her.

I have no idea what she's doing to me, but I don't want it to end.

We sat on her bed for quite some time, explaining what happened over the holiday, my scheme for my father, discussing our horcruxes, talking about anything and everything. After about an hour of talking, I ask her to follow me back to my dorm so I can give her the letters. She agrees and we go to my room. When I open the door, she starts looking around immediately. I then realize that I have never had her in my room, she's never seen it before. I hand her the letters and she smiles.

We continue talking for hours back and forth in my room until I notice how late it's gotten. We were laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and I could feel myself getting tired. There was a moment of silence and I broke it when I started talking to her. "Something about you is dangerous, Y/n. It's not just your powers, it's in the way you make me feel." I turn my head to her, expecting a reaction to see her eyelids closed shut and her peacefully sleeping. I shake my head and laugh to myself. I already know I'm not strong enough to carry her all the way back to her room, so I just move her higher up on the bed and pull a blanket over her, letting her sleep peacefully. I climb into my roommates bed, knowing he won't be home for another few days. I looked over at the sleeping beauty, and then back up at my ceiling.

Goodnight, gorgeous.