Tom sighs heavily, hoping that no one hears him and slowly gets out of bed, casting a spell of silence on himself. The rest of the Slytherins are sleeping peacefully, or at least pretending to be asleep, Tom looks around suspiciously, although he doesn't really plan anything today. He just doesn't want any of these idiots to think he wants their company. So Tom quietly gets up and, putting on his robes, goes to the Slytherin living room, hoping that his headache will go away if he stares at the flames in the fireplace for a long time. Being a human is so damn annoying, Tom hates all these complicated feelings and weaknesses that prevent him from going to the goal, especially his irritability, which sometimes makes him want to just kill everyone around him or maybe cry because of their stupidity. Damn it. Tom leans against the doorjamb, feeling an acute migraine attack, he is so tired of pretending that he cares at least a little about someone's blood status, which everyone in Slytherin is so obsessed with, but he is also well aware that his authority is partly based on the fact that he is the heir of Salazar Slytherin. And he needs authority. Tom looks up and notices with mild surprise that Harry is sitting on the sofa in the living room. Huh.. Tom almost wants to smile, because his headache is subsiding slightly. Yes, Harry can help him. So Tom goes there and collapses on the couch, so he can put his head in the other boy's lap. "Pet me."