𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 [ 𝐭.𝐫 ]

05: AMORTENTIA

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Angelina woke up tounusual chattering in her dormitory after having a very successful sleep full of taunting visions, she was closer to going insane than she initially thought, and all she had to do was let the darkness takeover. Perfect! Her eyes opened and she saw Tom and Abraxas arguing over something in hushed voices.

"Goodness what are you two doing here? I could have been indecent." She groggily said and the boys' heads turned towards her. Angelina let out a quiet yawn and she rubbed her eyes.

" A girl was killed." Abraxas uttered without any hello. Angelina eyes widened and she looked at Tom with a confused look. She immediately sat up, that caused her night gown to bunch up at her thighs.

"What? When?" Angelina asked looking at Tom.

"Last night, Myrtle Warren found dead in a bathroom stall on the fifth floor." Abraxas said as he looked away from Angelina's morning state, the way her night gown was bunched up at her sides made Abraxas re-adjust his pants a bit, Tom noticed his action but Angelina didn't.

"Wasn't she a muggle-?" Angelina started but Tom interrupted her.

"Malfoy, leave this room before I hex you." Angelina looked at Tom in confusion but Abraxas lowered his gaze and left the room without a word. Tom made his way to Angelina's bed with three long strides and sat next to her, really close to her in fact.

"All that happened and I slept through it?" Angelina asked Tom.

"It's not like you don't deserve a good night sleep." He said softly," There is no threat to us anymore, the creature was taken away and the student responsible has been expelled."

"Who was it?" Angelina questioned.

"Hagrid." Tom murmured. Tom was observing Angelina with a soft look that some people who knew Tom's true-self would think he was incapable of. Angelina was doing the same, staring back at Tom.

"You're lying." She whispered.

"How would you know I am lying?" Tom murmured.

"Because you killed her. Why her?" Angelina whispered as she leaned to rest her head on the bed's frame, Tom scooted closer to her, she didn't mind.

"You know me so well, darling." Tom's hand found her bare knee and he chose to ignore Angelina's question," Do you know why I sent Malfoy away, Angel?" He started tracing circles on her knee. Angelina let out a tiny gasp at skin contact.

"Why, Tom?" She asked him innocently. She had no clue about the thoughts her male friends would think about her, she knew how to pry open minds and read them but never violated the privacy of her friends unlike Tom.

"He thought about fucking you right where we sit and I can't have that." Tom purred as his hands were slowly travelling higher. Angelina's eyes widened as his hands rested on her lower thigh.

"T-Tom, I won't." Angelina stuttered.

"Won't what?" Tom urged.

"Won't ever touch him." It took her effort to muster the lie out but she did make it realistic. Tom smirked at her and leaned closer to her, she could smell his cologne, it was a lovely scent of musk, and peppermint it was oxygen to her. She leaned back as he continued to lean towards her. His lips met her cheek and he kissed her there, something he didn't do much. His free hand cupped her cheek gently.

"Good girl. Remember to pull your skirt down once you sit, you show too much leg to hormonal teenagers." Tom said and was out of the door before Angelina could process what happened.