Private Sex Lessons With Tom Felton

Chapter 6

Me and my mum were out shopping most of the day. I honestly can't stand my mother for long periods of time, so while she wasn't paying attention i was texting Tom. He's so lovely. Since we had been friends for so long he knew about my dislike for my mother. Throughout the day he kept telling me how much he loves me and how beautiful i looked when I would go to the bathroom and take a picture in the mirror to show him. I love him so much.

My mother noticed how much I was on my phone.

"Who are you texting all the time?" She asks in quiet an angry tone.

"Oh just an old friend mother nothing important." I say calmly.

"Oh just an old friend, why are you smiling and blushing so much at your old friend." She asks me with suspicion laced in her voice.

"Mother am I adult, I can text an old friend and smile because they are my friend. Why would I be friends with someone who doesn't make me smile." I ask getting annoyed.

"Is it a boy (Y/n)?! Are you a hooker now? Good heavens I let you go out on your own and now look at you! My own daughter a whore!" She yells. We were on our way back from the shops, my mum driving her rental car and me in the passenger seat. I'm not sure why but she insisted that she needed a rental car even though I have a very well working car. We were thankfully on the way back to my house when she started this argument. I knew this would happen eventually. I'm just glad it didn't happen in public.

"You and that stupid phone! Don't act like I haven't noticed you on that thing all day!" She screams.

"Mother I'm not a hooker. It's an old friend." I say calmly. We are thankfully only a few blocks from my house and my mother would be leaving. She also insisted on getting a hotel room. It seems as though my house isn't good enough for her.

"Oh sure! You know why can't you be more like your brother! He's got he's head on his shoulders! He's not a whore! He's not you!" She screams while banging her hands on the steering wheel. She was wrong of course. My brother was a school drop out who sits in his room all day and plays video games while my mother spoon feeds him. He doesn't do anything.

I decide I can't sit here anymore, so while at a red light, I jump out of the car and start running to my house. Behind me I hear her honking the horn and rolling down the window to scream at me more.

It doesn't take long before I make it home. I make sure that once I get in I lock the door behind me and stand with my back pressed against it, trying to gain back the air in my lungs. Suddenly I can't take it anymore and I fall to my feel crying heavily. It sucks being told by the women that gave birth to you and raised you that you are nothing compared to you idiot nothing brother, and that your a hooker.

After a while I finally stop crying. I walk to the bathroom washing my face and taking off the makeup cover the hickies Tom has left on me. I see them and immediately smile. I go back to the door to pick up my phone that had fallen out of my pocket when I was crying and check to see what monstrosity I have felt.

Not much. Only about 30 calls from my mother, along with 70 texts from her. All ignored of course. Then finally I get to the holy grail. I have about 10 texts from Tom. Oh no he sounds so concerned.

I immediately call him. It of course doesn't take but a second for him to pick up.

"Love are you okay? How was your mum?" He asks quickly and slightly concerned.

"I'm okay don't worry! It was alright, until the end." I say with a slight giggle.

"Oh no what happened?" He asks sad.

"She saw me texting someone and smiling, then she immediately assumed I was a hooker and whore, then proceeded to tell me how my brother is so much better then me." I say sad.

"Darling you are not and never will be nor have you ever been a hooker and whore! Those are such vile things to say to such a beautiful women! You know what, I'll be over in one minute. Don't you dare listen to her." He says sternly.

"Okay I'll be waiting, I love you, drive safe." I say smiling.

"I love you more darling." He says romantically.

Not even five minutes go by and he's here unlocking the door. I get up from my spot on the couch and go meet him halfway. I run into his arms and hold tight. His scent fills my nose and I feel so at home. He hugs me back even tighter.

"It's okay, I'm here. I won't let her hurt you. Not anymore. I'm sorry I left you go out with her today. I should've made you stay." He says worried.

"Hey hey hey! It's ok! We didn't know. Your here now and that's all that matters." I say looking up at him. We stare into each other's eyes. Oh how i love his eyes. I lean up and kiss his cheek then move my lips closer to his ear.

"Please don't go." I whisper.

"Never my love." He whispers back digging his head into my neck.

We stand there for a minute before he picks me up bridal style and carries me to my bed. He gently places me down then begins taking off my shoes, then my socks, then he went up to my pants and took them off gently, with so much care it was as if he was handling an egg, to afraid to crack it, then gently taking off my tight shirt and bra. I feel so comfort with him, so comfortable in fact I don't feel a need to even cover my exposed upper half. I sat there content as he took off his shirt and slid it on me. It was so big and baggy, so comfortable. He then took off his shoes and pants as well leaving him only in his boxers.

He then hopped into bed next to me, pulling the covers up over us both. We laid there next to each other, our legs tangled in each other, hands holding the other's for dear life, and eyes staring as if the longer we stare the more questions the universe will answer. Everything is beautiful, magical.

"Tom, I love you." I whisper almost inaudible.

"I love you more (Y/n), so much more." He whispers back. We lean our foreheads in so they just barely touch. Our eyes close and we are peacefully in a blissful sleep.

He can turn any shit day into the most beautiful reason to be alive. I hope he knows how much he truly means to me, now and before.