Bad Romance

Dreaming

-From Tom's POV-

Y/n ended up staying the night after she spent two hours catching me up from the day that I gave her that falsified letter to the day Draco was at her house. I had no idea he was at her house, but I gather that's why he didn't believe me about us being back together. Which is what led him to go to Y/n's house and get them into a huge screaming match. It all made clear sense, and justified why Y/n said she wanted to kill him. I could not be happier; he just screwed himself over and did my work for me. Easy peasy.

Y/n rolled over and opened her eyes lazily. "Good morning." she yawned out.

"Morning." I say back to her. She gradually sits up and rubs her eyes.

"I had a dream and it made me rethink something."

"Which was...?" she sighs and hesitates for a moment.

"I don't want to kill Draco." What?

"Pardon?"

"I don't want him dead. Am I still really angry at him? Yes. Do I hate him? Yes. But do I want him dead? No." she explains. I rise up using my elbows, putting us at an equal stature.

"Why not?" I ask her, very confused. She shrugs.

"I like his mum." is all she says. I look off and she cuts back. "But, this is the only time I'll admit this: I'm so glad we got back together." she says. I raise my eyebrows.

"Oh, really now??" I ask her skeptically. She just laughs and puts her forehead on my shoulder. She then pops up out of bed and readjusts the jeans she slept in.

"C'mon, let's go get breakfast I'm hungry." she insists. I stand up and smooth my hair over with my hand; we didn't 'do anything' last night, so we were still wearing our outfits from yesterday. We were heading out of the house when she turned around confused. "Where's Christopher??"

"He and his brother are at a sleep-away camp and the rest of the family is in Jamaica on a family issue." I say vaguely. She just nods and we make our way out of the house and to a local diner.

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-From your POV-

What I didn't tell Tom was that I had a dream about Draco dying and it actually scared me a lot; as much as I hated it, I still loved him. Granted, it takes a lot longer than 12 hours to fall out of love with someone, but I didn't expect Tom to understand that, so I left it out and lied.

Don't get it wrong, I was still furious with Draco, but I didn't want him dead. Especially not by my hand.

Tom and I ate breakfast at some restaurant and then dashed out because we realized in the process of leaving this morning, we completely forgot to bring money. We had ran about four blocks when we decided the owner had lost us and we were good. We stood in an alleyway, trying to catch out breath and laughing when I noticed it. My smile quickly dropped and Tom noticed it fairly soon and became confused.

"What's wrong?" he asked me.

"This pub, it's where my mum was iced." I explain to him. His eyes darken and deepen with understanding. He begins to look around at the building for a minute.

"An odd place to knock someone off, don't you think?" he says. I shrug.

"Well it's not exactly like I could've just rung her up and said 'Hey!!! Can we meet up??'" I say. He nods in understanding and then we start walking down the street together.

"Speaking of bad parents, I want to get rid of all connections to the surname Riddle. And the name Tom, for that matter." he says flatly. My eyebrows furrow.