You laughed at what one of your friends said as you finished up another bottle of Butterbeer. You and the girls had come to the Three Broomsticks to drink and relax and you were all feeling a good buzz going now. The pub was now crowded and you excused yourself and needed to get some air. When you step out of the put the cool night air hit you and you let out a soft sight. It was a bit stuffy inside and you sat down on a nearby bench. Your mind drifted to Tom in your drunken state and dedided to bother him, so you pulled your phone out and sent him a text.

”You're insufferable, you know that.”

You text him and to your surprise Tom texts you back.

”Yes I know but you are no better. So why are you texting me?”

You roll your eyes and text back.

”Because I hate how much I like you. And how good you look so stop it.”

Tom smirks when he gets your message. So you thought he was handsome after all. This intrigued Tom and deep down it actually excited him. But why would you say that out of the blue? He remembers he overheard you saying you were going to drink with friends tonight. So were you drunk? Who were you with? Those questions made him a bit mad when he thought of you drunk, with other guys around who could take advantage of you.

”Oh my dear that's something I can’t help. Now tell me, have you been drinking?”

You stare at the text wondering if you should even say something but in the end you text back.

”Maybe.”

Tom shakes his head and replies to you.

”Tell me where you are and don’t lie.”

You did think of lying but decided against it and told him you're outside The Three Broomsticks.

”Don’t you dare move I’ll be right there.”

Your brows furrow when you get the text but just put your phone away.

Tom gets up from his work and quickly leaves the castle. You might argue all the time but no way in hell would he let some pathetic boy try to take advantage of you in that state.