Year 5 - 14

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Tomorrow morning would be the start of the holiday break. Harry and I would be sent back to Grimmauld's Place to celebrate Christmas with the family. I'd shrink and bring along my vanishing chest and try to visit Tom on his birthday, but I didn't think I'd be able to sneak out very easily. Especially since I had to share a room with Harry and the Weasley family would be staying in the house as well.

For tonight, I spent the evening with Tom. By that, I meant that we silently worked on separate projects side by side and enjoyed each other's company. When Tom got engrossed in work he wasn't a talker. That was fine because I was perfectly happy with his presence.

Plus every time I got to see his handsome face it made me smile. There was something deeply satisfying about having a cute work buddy that doubled as a flirt buddy. Excellent motivation.

I wondered how many other students at Hogwarts snuck glances at him while he worked. I tried to picture it—Tom said he studied most often in the library so I could easily imagine some red-faced Ravenclaw boys and girls stealing sneak peeks at the focused Tom. The thought made me giggle, which drew Tom's attention to me. He had been working in the living room on a spell he had invented.

He wanted to create a way to move between mirrors. He had accidentally made it work on the first try earlier on, but it would only work for non-living things. Any plants he had put through the enchanted mirrors were literally scorched coming out the other side.

The sweet boy had been frustrated thinking he had perfected it first try, but nope. He was quite relieved it did not work because his math showed it shouldn't have worked. I found a couple of flaws in his equations (he accidentally put a comma where a decimal should have gone) that were easily fixed to explain why the mirror enchantments worked the way they did. Now he was back to the drawing board figuring out the kinks.

He had bought two more black boards—both enchanted to hover in the air above him. Tom loved to float while he worked.

I asked him to levitate me once, but it was such a bubbly feeling I couldn't concentrate at all. I had no idea how he was able to handle it, let alone adore it.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"You're so pretty," I told him with a smile.

"Mm-hmm." Tom cocked his head. "If I'm too distracting I can move to the study."

"Nope." I beamed. "I was imagining how your fanclub probably stalked you in the library while you worked."

"I did not have a fanclub."

"See, I know you said that before, but I cannot believe that," I said with a shake of my head. "You're so pretty."

"I assure you," he said confidently, "I did not have a fanclub."

"You didn't have any students stealing glances over at you while you worked?" I teased.

"That is very different from a fanclub," he pointed out.

"Aha! You did, didn't you?"

Tom rolled his eyes. "Surely you have better things to think about, Rosie."

"Nothing is more important than you."

He gave me a dry look.

I giggled, "Okay, okay. Umm... Hmm, okay. What exactly are you wanting to do with Voldemort?"

I reached forward and dipped my quill into ink. It was something I had been intending to ask earlier but it kept slipping my mind. Tom leaned back at my question, cocking his head as he considered how to answer.

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