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"you're a foolish girl," tom looked up from his book to look at you who was sat across from him, "i am unable to love."
"i know," you sighed and stuck your wand into your hair, holding the bun in place, "you mentioned it before. but that doesn't matter, getting the chance to love you is just enough for me."
tom shook his head as he returned back to his work.
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tom was reading his book next to you in the common room. you shivered as a cold gust of wind blew past you.
tom noticed your chattering teeth and pat his leg, silently inviting you to have a seat on his lap.
you happily took his invitation and snuggled up to tom, sitting sideways so your side was resting on his chest.
you rested your head in the crook of his neck as you hugged your knees.
"read to me?" you asked timidly. you recieved no reply from the boy, but he did start reading aloud to you.
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tom was in the great hall, picking at the cottage pie on his plate.
"why are you picking apart your food?" rosier asked tom.
"y/n doesn't like peas," tom explained, but shot rosier a glare before the boy could poke fun.
"hi boys," you slumped onto the bench sitting next to tom.
tom placed his plate in front of you. you looked down and saw a slice of cottage pie, but the green peas in the meat filling had been taken out and placed into a small pile at the side of the plate.
you looked up at tom lovingly and placed a kiss on his cheek as his face remained stone cold, reaching out for a new plate for himself.
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"go to sleep, it's late," tom tried to nudge you to the stairway that led to the female dorms.
"nope, i'll wait here for you to get back. that way i can wish you goodnight," you hugged your slytherin jumper closer to your body and sat on the slytherin common room floor, your potions textbook open on the coffee table.
tom rolled his eyes as he slipped out of the common room.
when tom returned from his prefect duties, it was ten past eleven. he saw you hunched over, your head laying on your open textbook, while your hair was sprawled across the table.
tom let out a sigh as he approached your sleeping body, he carefully pulled your textbook out from under you and settled it aside.
he picked you up in his arms, one arm supporting the back of your knees and the other supporting the back of your shoulders.
he decided he would not disturb the rest of the girls in your dorm and brought you to his prefect dorm instead.
he placed you in his bed that was barely enough to fit one person and pulled the covers up to your shoulders to tuck you in.
he changed into his own sleepwear and watched as you sniffled in your sleep.
even though tom absolutely hated to light the fireplace in the room because it always got too hot, he hesitantly charmed incendio and the logs light up in flames.
tom settled himself on his study chair and leaned his head on the table to turn in for the night.
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"bloody hell," you cursed to yourself as you compared your cauldron to the photo in your textbook.
the potion that professor slughorn assigned was supposed to be green but yours was purple.
professor slughorn had already warned you the next time you boiled an incorrect potion you would have to stay back after class and hand clean each and every cauldron in the room.
you let out a frustrated groan as you rested your forehead on your palm, your head parallel to the table as you reread your potions textbook to see where you had gone wrong.
"excellent work ms y/l/n!" professor slughorn congratulated as you picked your head up to look at him weirdly.
"mr riddle, i expected better from you considering how you're usually an exceptional student," professor slughorn said in a disappointed tone as he walked off to inspect the other potions.
you peered over to look at tom's potion, then to yours, and realised he had switched your cauldrons.
"tom! why'd you done that? you got a telling off for nothing!"
tom shrugged as he swung his bag over his shoulder and helped you return your ingredients to the cupboard by the side of the classroom.
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it was the little things that tom did that made you realise that maybe although he couldn't love you, in another dimension where he wasn't born under the influence of amortentia, he certainly would have loved you with all his heart.
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