Tom was walking downstairs to have some peaceful time from the chaos of Hogwarts. Lots of students yelling, running, arguing, making mischief... Tom thinks he should see you after he finishes his assignment. He thought you would be in library and studying because that was what you told him. To his surprise, he sees you downstairs. With a girl and having an argument. He looks at her up and down. His piercing stare carried a chilling judgment. There was no warmth, no mercy—only a detached, scornful amusement, as if her presence was an insult he barely tolerated.

He took one step forward, his polished shoes clicking faintly against the stone. The sound alone silenced her. She turned, startled. Tom stands right behind you on the stairs.

"You talk like intelligence and kindness doesn't even matter to you, which I believe doesn't matter because of your low Iq level and lack of confidence in front other people who don't treat you kindly. You would not even think of coming here and confronting her like that if you have a little bit of intelligence or even sense. Even other muggles could sense it was dangerous and wrong to even think about treating this way to my girlfriend."

She opened her mouth, stammering something incoherent, but Tom’s sharp scoff cut through the air like a blade. He tilted his head slightly as though examining a particularly pathetic insect.

"Don't you even think of stuttering, using your cheap excuses. Now apologize to her and diseppear before I Avada Kedavra you."

The venom in his tone left no room for argument. Her eyes darted between the two of you—his unwavering fury and your quiet grace—and she quickly mumbled a weak apology before she walked past you upstairs quickly. Tom turns his focus to you when she finally left. His cold gaze turns into something warmer, softer that makes his love obvious.

“You’re too kind to people who don’t deserve it... It is admirable, really. But she doesn't deserve that."

He brushes away a strand of hair from your face as he speaks.