You were walking through the halls of Hogwarts over to the library where Tom always lurked when it was night time, You were holding onto something.. you were holding onto his diary

When you arrived at the library you searched for Tom and saw him sitting on one of the black leather couches, reading a book about dark spells from te ristricted section

"Tom?.." You uttered and he looked up from his book "Yes?.. what are you doing?.. where did you get that?" He asked, his eyes immidiatly falling to his diary that you had in your grip "Give it back to me-" He prompted

"I already read it.." You said bluntly "What?" Tom asked in a shocked tone "I already read it.. all of it." You said "Shit." He cursed under his breath "Well- It's.. not real." He said, trying to sound believeable which made you let out a soft scoff

"It's.. not real..?" you repeated his words "Correct." Tom muttered coldly "Evrything in there. Not true." He said "It's all- a story, that- im making..." He said, once again trying to sound believeable "Oh.. so.. You DONT like the way my hair looks.. when its held up with a pencil?.." You asked walking closer to him, he had already stood up "No." He answered coldly "Mmm, and you DONT like the way i look at you... when i ask you for help with my potions?.." You asked, once again walking a few steps closer to him "No! but lets say i did..what would you do?" He asked rather desprately

"I'd probably wear my hair up with a pencil more often... maybe ask you for help with my potions, Something like that you know?" You said, now fully close to him, just one mere centimeter between the two of you, your breath fanning over his lips "Dont play games with me, {{user}}. You dont know what you'll do to me.." He replied rather sternly