tom felton oneshots!!

3 | 2 A.M

you twirled and danced throughout the kitchen, grabbing ingredients to make your favorite late night snack while singing along goofily to the music that was playing through the built-in bluetooth speakers of your home.

"im hooked on a feeling!" you sang along to your favorite verse of the song, giggling and twirling on your feet to one of the kitchen jours, grabbing a wooden spoon, flipping it in your hand and then using it as a makeshift microphone. "i'm high on believing!"

you swayed your hips to the music all the while drumming your fingers against the marble countertops of the kitchen.

you grabbed a bowl from a cabinet and pie crust from the fridge, placing it on the counter.

"-that your in love with mEeeeEee" you sang on the top of your lungs as you twirled your way through rolling out pie crust on the counter. you were making apple pie turnovers, your favorite late night snack.

you laughed out loud, shaking your head as you silently scold yourself. this situation was a regular recurrence whenever tom was away on set. without him, you had trouble falling asleep, though you'd never admit it.

you would get tired of tossing and turning in an empty bed and ended up in the kitchen either burning the house down or doing something that would keep you occupied until tom came back home to you.

you hummed the last notes of "hooked on a feeling" as it crescendoed and squealed when "dancing in the dark" by bruce springsteen played next on your playlist.

you smiled fondly, thinking of tom as you played air guitar on your way to the cabinet that held the apple pie crust filling.

you and tom were in the car, windows down as you drove down a deserted high way. music that was connected through a aux cord by your phone was booming throughout the speakers, playing on shuffle.

you remember looking out in the distance as the warm colors of the sun faded behind the metallic colors of the fresh green mountains, then back at tom.

you were giddy, smiling like an idiot as the golden hour of the sun warmed your face and the fresh summer breeze weaved through your hair.

"I love this song!" tom exclaimed, making you laugh.

"didn't know you were a bruce springsteen fan!" you smiled as tom began singing the lyrics, you singing along shortly after.

you smiled again at the memory, opening the pie filling can, liking the top of before tossing it in the trash.

as much as you were happy and supportive of toms dream job, you missed him like crazy. you barely got to see him during the day while he was working on set, leaving the house before the crack of dawn and returning in the middle of the night.

you dared to glance at the illuminating numbers of the clock that was on the stove and when you did, you sighed in content. it was 2 am in the morning. no one, not even tom was stopping you from dancing, singing and baking in one of his t-shirts that was three sizes too big on you and a pair of long, fuzzy socks at this hour.

"he should be home soon." you reassured yourself and continued your work.

you danced the whole time you put in the filling into the little cut out pieces of dough and pinched them closed. the oven finished preheating and another song was playing by the time you finished.

you put the tray of apple turnovers into the oven, setting the timer for twelve minutes and rubbing your hands together, getting any excess flour off.

you turned around and picked up any messy bowls and trays that you had to wash and danced your way to the sink. you jumped slightly and almost yelped when you found an amused looking tom leaning on the doorway of the kitchen, armed crossed over his chest.

"that was quite a show you put on for me darling" he stifled a laugh and put his work bag down next to him.

instead of being embarrassed you danced your way over to him and picked up his hand to twirl yourself around into his arms. you reached up and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"good, because any other night, that show wouldn't have been free to watch." you smirked and tapped him on the nose playfully. you could tell he was stressed and also very tired. he gave you a chuckle in response.

"mhm, and do say, you look rather comfortable in that outfit dear" he teased you as you blushed.

you knew you were probably covered in flour and other baking ingredients but that didn't stop you from saying "oh, but you know you love it."

he shook his head and laughed. you could feel his shoulders relax as he swept you into another kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck and began to sway your hips to the music, leading him along with you.

"i've missed you." he said once he broke the kiss. he laid his head on your shoulder and you shivered as you could feel his breathing in the crook of your neck. you rubbed his back and continued to rock him back and forth in your arms.

You were struggling through because you were probably a whole head, if not more shorter than him

"i've missed you too, my love." you smiled to yourself as "too young" by nat king cole played over the speakers. you stepped away from his grasp and held out your hand.

"dance with me?" you look up into his tired eyes, pleading as he just smiles down at you.

"of course sweetheart." he pulls you close into his chest, one hand out to the side holding yours with another loosely hung around your waist. you laid your head on his chest as you both danced slowly to the rhythm of the love song.

"long day at work?" you sighed as he gently dipped you. it gave you the chance to steal another kiss from him.

"very long and very, very dreadful" tom explained as you listened to his heartbeat. you were surprised to see him like this, he was very compassionate about his work and never talked bad about it.

you frowned "anything i need to know about? you love your job." you explained.

he twirled you around and then caught you back in his arms, holding you tight.

"no. i just missed you" he sighed and pulled you closer. you giggled at his actions and continued to dance.

he continued to dip and twirl you as the song went on. you stayed silent, enjoying this moment together, in the kitchen, in the early hours of the day. you could feel yourself slowly growing tired by the end of the second song you danced through.

"you might want to check those" tom hummed, breaking the silence as he mentioned towards the stove with a nod of his head.

you suddenly realized that you might've let them cook too long and cursed under your breath. you let go of tom and made your way to the stove.

you opened the door to the stove to find that indeed, some of them were burnt. you took them out and signed.

you turned back to tom and glared at him, which only got you a smirk and hands up in surrender in reply.

"curse you and your enchantingly amazing dances." you scowled at him even though some were perfectly fine to eat.

"i owe you my sincerest apologies" he blew you a kiss.

you huffed pretending to be mad but giggled and picked up two of the cooled turnovers, handing one to tom.

"okay mr felton, your apology is accepted." you giggled as he took a bite out of the desert. "let's get your trouble making arse up to bed."

"yes mrs felton."