Chapter 14

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Y/n's POV:

"it's been a nice evening" I say to Ascot, we've been in here a while I'm getting tired.

" don't tell me you're thinking about going bed already?" He says.

I look at him with surprise, " oh come on I know you love going bed early!" I say knowing him well.

He blushes before his next sentence, " yes but I'd choose you over sleep"

Ascot's hand goes onto my ponytail but I stop it and put it back down. I'm telling myself it's because I want my hair up and not because it was Tom who put it up for me.

" Alright love, well you go off to sleep" He tells me.

" where are you going?" I ask him.

" I'm a reader now" he says with a wink.

" I'll be staying here a little longer"

" you're a changed man" I say to him before I get up and walk to the Slytherin common room.

I don't seem Tom on prefect duties and he's not in the Slytherin common room either. I assume perhaps he's gone to his bed.

Thinking of it, I've never once seen Tom walk down from or go to his dorm.

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The next morning, I'm late to breakfast so I expect a telling - off from Ascot, for leaving him all by him self.

But when I get there he's nowhere to be seen.

" move" a girl in my year says to me as I stand looking around, I haven't sat down yet.

I move out of the way once I realise I'm standing in the way of everyone, I sit at the end of the table where no one is about.

Then Tom pulls down the book that he was holding up, it was covering his face. I jump.

" you never sit here" he tells me.

" I know I can't find Ascot" I say while still looking around.

All I get in return is a scoff.

" I don't like him" Tom tells me.

" you don't like anyone"

" that's not true" he says defensive for some reason.

" really? Name one person you like" I say.

He doesn't answer.

" that's what I thought" I say.

I keep looking at the doors every time someone walks in but no sign of Ascot.

" there's some people I dislike more, and your ' friend' is one of them" He says with a tone and an emphasis on the word friend.

I sigh and get comfortable, assuming Ascot is coming anytime soon.

" and why is that Riddle?"

Tom frowns at me, " no longer on first name basis? I see how it is" he says sarcastically.

I gawp at him, " did you just make a joke?" I say proudly.

He rolls his eyes but I see a small smile tug at his cheek. It disappears quickly.

A voice that sounds similar to Ascot is produced when I quickly turn my head and I'm disappointed that it's not him.

" maybe your friend has realised how annoying you are" he tells me.

I roll my eyes but smile.

" why are you smiling?" He asks annoyed like he wants me to be offended.

" it would feel weird if you didn't insult me at least once" I tell him.

" do they hurt your feelings?" He asks.

I try not to laugh too hard, " no"

"Should they?" I ask him.

He looks at me for a while before answering.

" no" he says.

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Ascot didn't turn up to lessons all day, it was rather lonely without him, it felt strange not having his company, even if it was just hearing his cute laugh.

I tell myself if he doesn't attend anything tomorrow that I'll go to his dorm and ask Dippet but as it's only been a day, I wait and go to the library instead. It's become a routine ' accidentally' meeting Tom in there.

When I enter and his eyes lock with mine I automatically but he turns his head.

" evening" I say sitting next to him cheerful.

" y/n" he says greeting me.

" you look happy" he tells me disgusted.

" you do not" I respond.

" but I suppose you always do" he continues.

" but I suppose you never do" I finish.

He rolls his eyes, " as much as I love ignoring you when you talk, I'm going to need you to be quiet while I read"

" can't you multitask?" I ask him, wanting to speak to someone. Or just him.

He gives me a stern look which is my answer.

" fine" I say and I pick up a new book to read.

Not long after, the doors to the library open and none of us look up as it's a weekday, and students come in and out.

But then a figure stands right in front of us.

I look up and gasp.

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