tom and you had an been enemies since day 1 but both being Slytherin, you managed to have the same friendship circle as Tom, causing for awkward situations when you all hung out Tom always gave off an uncomfortable aura to you, making you shiver in his mere presence although there was an underlying...attraction towards him you always seemed to feel when he spoke, or fixed up his hair, even if he despised you and you despised him.

You were sitting in the Slytherin common room, unable to sleep due to whatever reason as you sat Infront of the fire, reading a book and taking a break from the overwhelming day that happened to you. feeling at peace with the gentle crackles of fire and the contrasting reds and oranges and overly green room, making it look like a light display on Christmas, though perfect for all Slytherin alike.

As you were concentrating on your reading, being far into the material, you heard surprisingly soft footfalls descending the stairs that led to the boys dorms and instantly recognised it as Toms, you opened your mouth to tell him to go away but before you could even move your mouth to form words, his charming voice filled the once silent room.

"ah, didn't know you would be awake this late" he spoke, walking towards you slowly, leaning against the sofa you sat on. "its way past your bedtime, sweetie." he mockingly spoke with a roll of his eyes, moving to sit near you.