You met Tom in Defence Against the Dark Arts class a few weeks ago, and since then you've been the only person Tom could tolerate. As proud as you were to know that, Tom didn't think so. He would come to you whenever he felt like it, you would spend the night together and then he would leave.

Last night you were together again and now Tom was in front of the mirror, dignifiedly buttoning his shirt. and you're in bed in your underwear, staring at him. "There's someone," he said frankly.