tom felton oneshots!!

5 | "happy birthday!"

the shifting of weight of your king sized bed is what stirs you to your senses.

to the side of you, you hear the bed squeak and crackle, the dip that was at your side shifting then fluffing back up to its original state.

"tom must be awake." you think to yourself, eyes still closed, falling in and out of sleepy consciousness.

you hear the shuffling of feet and the drawn of curtains from the far window.

you internally groan, shoving your face into the covers when the beams of morning sunlight make a subtle glow in your shared bedroom.

even through your closed eyelids, it was too bright for your morning eyes.

"(y/nnnn)" a british morning voice cooes.

you turn over again letting out a muffled whine, starting to become more awake and aware.

"babyyyy."

"no" you reply groggily, keeping your eyes shut as the top covers are torn off of you. you whine again.

"sweetheart."

"nooooo"

"my loveeee" tom pokes your side, making you smile.

"no" you hold back a tired smirk. you loved the struggle you put tom through every morning just to get you awake and living, and he knew you were only pushing his buttons.

"do you know what day it is?"

you finally open your eyes, blinking them a few times to come into focus. you look around the room, greeted with a very scruffy but very cute looking tom.

you laugh, seeing his bed head. he pouts but then again, pokes your side. you let out a giggle.

"october 10th." you sigh.

"annnnddd?" he smiles goofily.

"annnddd?" you repeat, making him pout again.

you let out a little "aha" and pull the covers back over your head.

"(y/nnn)" tom groans making you snicker.

"nope."

"sweet cakes."

"lemme sleep."

"no" he lets out a chuckle and yanks the covers off of you again.

you smirk, opening your eyes again, greeted by tom, but this time, centimeters away from your face.

you look up into his eyes and then ruffle his hair.

he pauses and then smirks

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" he tackles you down to the bed as you both let a release of giggles.

"ah yes. happy birthday to me." you pat his head as he lays on top of you.

"you're old."

"gee thanks baby."