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Y/N'S POV:

A couple days had passed, I still couldn't believe what Tom had done, and what he had said.

I sat at my desk writing letters to my friends and Remus, just to tell them how much I missed them. Tom was in the shower in my bathroom, then I heard the water turn off after a while.

I was writing my last letter, it was to Draco, I was just telling him everything that was going on. After I finished writing I folded up the parchment and put it into an envelope, giving it to my owl. I watched it fly off, and then I heard my bathroom door open.

I turned around, seeing Tom wearing sweatpants and no shirt, he had very defined abs, I saw water dripping from his wavy hair down his chest. He looked very, attractive. His sweatpants were low enough for me to see the top of his v-line, my eyes wandered all over his body without even thinking.

"Y/n," He said, I looked up at him and cleared my throat. "Uh, yes?" I said, trying not to make it obvious that I was checking him out. "What are you thinking about?" He asked, walking up to me. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You're thinking.. dirty things aren't you?" He grabbed me by my chin. I shook my head. "No, why would you think that?" I lied.

"You were staring at me, I know your thoughts y/n," He said. "But I don't mind, we can have some fun." My eyes went wide as he smirked at me. He then walked over to my bedroom door and closed it. He walked back over to me and grabbed my chin again, looking me in the eyes.

Tom started to touch me, he kept his hand on my face while his other hand started to rub my thigh. He gradually got closer and closer to my area, his face held no emotion while doing it, he just stared into my eyes, but I closed them in pleasure, not being able to take it. He got right to my area and I sat there, waiting for whatever he was going to do to me happen, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes and he was smirking at me. "Not so fast y/n," He waved his finger back and forth across my lips, and then he walked out of my room. He was such a tease, such a prick, why was I dating him? Why did I agree to be his girlfriend? This is all rubbish, I'm sick of his behaviour.

Dinner time came around and I went down the stairs to see Tom and father chatting in the kitchen. I walked up to them and put a smile on my face when Tom noticed me. "Hello darling," He smiled, giving me a kiss on the lips. "Hi," I said quietly. "What's the matter?" Father asked, noticing I was a bit off. "Oh nothing, just a tad tired," I faked a smile in which he nodded and got back to chatting with Tom.

Mother informed me and Tom that her and father were going out tonight with friends and that they most likely wouldn't be home until morning as they usually stayed at a friend's house. Me and Tom just nodded and continued eating our dinner, as always he had his hand on my thigh, I didn't know why he liked to do that, either it was to mess with me or he actually just found it comfortable.

We didn't have dessert after dinner this time as mother and father had to leave, but I honestly could care less, I wasn't very hungry anyways. Mother and father then left, saying their goodbyes and us telling them to be careful.

After I closed the door behind them and locked it I turned around and Tom grabbed me, bringing me into the kitchen and slamming me onto the island that was in the middle of the room. "What are you doing?" I asked, trying to get up but he pinned my hands above my head. "You're being bad," He said. "What?" I almost started laughing, what was going on in his head? "You're being bad," He repeated himself. "What is wrong with you?" I laughed. "You know, you're going to make your punishment worse," He whispered into my ear. My eyes widened, he really is insane.

"Punishment? What?" I tried to get up but he pushed me harder into the table. "Tom stop, I'm not in the mood." "Stop? I've never heard a slut say that before," He laughed, he's never called me that before, sure people have since I hang out with guys but I've never really took it to heart until he said something.

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