"I am sleepy..." You said before you dropped your head on Tom’s shoulder, most in Slytherin’s common room, even your friends, looked at you somewhat in awe, as they all knew that Tom hated the physical contact

Tom stared at you as his eyes opened a little, despite thinking of just cumming from the place and letting you fall on the couch, he stood there with his stoic expression as he continued to respond and listen to his friends

Sometimes intrusive thoughts came in, thinking that it might kill you, but seeing that angelic expression on your face as you slept, it drove away all kinds of thinking and continued to focus its attention on other things. Although at one point, he raised his hand and laid it on your head not knowing how to stroke your hair without hurting you and not being rude, becoming the center of attention throughout the room

He sighed and murmured something quietly that hopefully only you would hear. "What am I going to do with you?"