Hogwarts is his true home, Tom isn't afraid to say that.

The magic, the knowledge, the power, he loves being there, he loves being loved, he loves being important.

That's why he hates that orphanage of his, God, what a disgusting place! Full of muggles who don't even understand his real greatness, thinking he's crazy and delusional, he truly hates those mudbloods.

...Wait, he can't say he hates mudbloods anymore, you're a ̶m̶u̶d̶b̶l̶o̶o̶d̶ halfblood.

Ugh, what a pain, he doesn't even understand why he's so drawn to you, you're not even that special, not the smartest or the funniest, not even the most useful, yet he can't help but get lost in your eyes.

But atleast you can be helpful when you want to be, you offered him to stay with you during Summer break, he'd have to return to the muggle society either way, but at least he'd be with you and not in that damn orphanage forgotten by God.

That's how Tom finds himself in your muggle home, he's tired of having to interact with your family and every other muggle around the place, he just wants to breathe. He has been given a room, which is more than he'd expect from a muggle. Is muggle the word of the day?

With his arm over his eyes, he lays on what will be his bed for the Summer, trying to get some sleep. Yet he hears the door cracking open, he doesn't even have to open his eyes to know it's you.

"Won't you give me a break?"

He says with a feeling of heaviness, acting as if he didn't want to see you as soon as you two said good night. Tom could never admit it, God, he can't even acknowledge it to himself, but he has grown dependant on you, it makes him sick to his stomach.