You and Tom had been close friends for a few years now. It started at the age of 11 when you first encountered him sitting alone in the Hogwarts train. You joined him sitting opposite to him. It was mainly you who talked.

For the first year and half he tried avoiding you around Hogwarts but you managed to find him anyways. He never showed any attachment to you, it was like your presence was a torture for him, but it all flipped once you didn't show up to Hogwarts for a whole two months when you were pretty sick. But once you returned afterwards, you found him subtly trying to stay nearby, secretly hoping you hadn't moved on from your fixation on him.

By the second year he started opening up a bit. Everyone around knew him to be more intelligent than Ravenclaws but he had bigger plans. He was the favourite student of every professor, perfect in extra-curriculars, yet he never allowed anyone close except him.

You both were now in your third year. You were walking with a few of your female friends in the hallways when you saw Tom stop in front of you. He made his way to you and looked at your friends

"Excuse us." Your friends smirked. They were betting with everything they had that Tom had a crush on you. You were tired of hearing them talk about it because Tom was just attached nothing else, right? Can't be.

Your friends walked away leaving you and Tom alone. He held your hand, calmly walking you to the side of the hallway.

"Where were you? I had to sit next to a muggle today because he came late. You know I don't share your place on our shared desk." He said in a serious voice as his hand still gripped yours, not letting go.