Multi-Fandom One-Shots

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I sat down on the Slytherin Common Room sofa, gathering a green pillow into my arms as I stared at my boyfriend who sat on the other side of the sofa.

His black hair was ruffled as he jotted things down rather quickly with a black pen on a notepad that he was resting on his leg which was jittering slightly. He was whispering something under his breath. It sounded hushed and harsh at the same time.

"Tom?" I muttered, staring at him, completely captivated by his habits.

His eyes lifted from the notebook, putting the black pen between his lips thoughtfully, turning to me. "Hmm?"

I felt a soft smile play on my lips at his cute, thoughtful expression. "What are you saying?"

"What am I- oh," his pale face flushed, and he tapped the pen on his lips a couple times. "Uh, it's Parseltongue."

I smiled at him and squeezed the pillow in my arms before putting it back down beside me and sliding across the couch to him, snuggling up close to his side and looking up at him as he continued to mutter and write things down.

I watched him carefully, dreamily, reminding myself how much I loved this boy. His lips moved quickly, and I found myself wanting to lean up and kiss him, but I wasn't too sure. First time we kissed was eternally awkward, and I wanted to try again, now that we were in private.

But I just sat there.

Staring at him.

"Tom?"

This time he let out a long sigh which turned into a deep laugh. "What is it this time?" He put the notebook on the table in front of us.

"Um..." I hummed, trailing off as my stare went from his eyes to his lips back to his eyes, which he noted. He smirked, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Nothing, it's nothing," I sighed, and sat up, folding my arms over my chest and looking out of the crackling fire that seemed to highlight the features of Tom's face.

Tom went silent, no longer hissing quietly under his breath. I could feel his gaze flit over to me at times, and I could've sworn I felt him shift closer to me, his arm brushing against mine.

The awkward silence continued, and I felt almost suffocated by it, but wasn't in any rush to break it, since I feared that it would only get more awkward.

It was hard to tell if Tom was reading my mind; a habit of his when I was too quiet. Even if he wasn't, I still tried to keep my mind as empty as possible. But the thought and grabbing him and kissing him kept creeping its way out of the corners of my mind and grabbing my attention so often, that I could feel my face growing hot when I thought about it.

After a few minutes, I felt Tom's fingers wrap around my wrists, travel up the back of my hand, then interlocked themselves with my fingers. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, and noticed he hadn't looked up from his paper, not yet at least.

I felt a small smile creep across my face, squeezing his hand tightly in mine, getting him to look up momentarily. I leaned up against his side once more and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, my confidence hiking up for once in my god-forsaken life.

Tom turned to me, his brown eyes examining my calm expression with silent interest. That's when I finally reached up and kissed him.