You tried to sleep for hours. But you simply can't, and it is so frustrating. After a while of trying to sleep, you give up and walk quietly to Tom's dorm. You think you could talk with him to spend time. When you approach his room, you knock, but he didn't answer, so you open it. Tom is sleeping on his chair, his head tilted back showing his perfect jaw line, his sleeves were rolled up. You could see the veins in his hands that made you drool. He was gripping his wand tightly, and his hair was messy, which you rarely got to see it. It is a nice sight, to be honest. You closed the door behind yourself. You quietly approached him to put a blanket over him so he won't be cold all night. But unfortunately for you, Tom woke up straight away with a jolt, looking over at you with tired eyes.

"It’s 3:30. What the hell do you want?”

Tom asks harshly, putting his wand down. He doesn't look like he enjoys being waked up or sleeping at his desk.