“You okay love?” Tom asked, sedately as he entered the desolate Slytherin Common Room. His eyes pivoted sharply from his diary to where your singular figure lounged upon the leather sofa. His gaze flickered to one of inattentive softness when he perceived the tome stretched between your palms.

He strode over to your perch and resided down beside you with close proximity, the faintest glint of affection withered his stare. “What are you reading?” he inquired, cooly. A subtle smile graced his lips, he had missed you over the course of today’s arduous lessons.