Triangle Problem 2

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Yn Lestrange/Snape POV

Tom is still in the bathroom and taking a shower so he can calm down. I am at the window smoking and I look at my hand. I see the ring. The ring that Voldemort put in mine and Tom's fingers the day that he got us 'married'. Married and bullshits. Tom and I are nothing more than enemies. Suddenly Tom walks outside and looks at me. He has only a towel around his waist and is shirtless. He takes his clothes and walks back into the bathroom. I sigh. Married. I should be happy about it. I dreamed about it. Tom walks outside again and stares at me. He looks at the cigarette and afterwards back at me. He goes over the desk and recognizes a few books.

"Tom?".

"Mhm?" he didn't turn around.

"Is there any way to get this ring out?" he turns around and looks at me.

"What ring?".

"That Voldemort put at us" he looks at my hand and then in my eyes again.

"Couldn't you take it out? You know everything after all" I sigh.

"Tom, please" he scoffs.

"You should ask me about it at summer. It hurts a lot to take it out" I gulp.

"I ... I can take it".

"Are you sure about that?".

"What are you gonna do?".

"I have to burn it".

"What?".

"Burn it".

"But then you will burn my hand".

"I told you that it's gonna hurt".

"Umm ... " I look at my hand. I take a deep breath and look at him again. "Okay".

He takes his wand from the desk and points it at the door. He casts the Muffliato spell and after walks near me. He looks at my hand. My ring. I look at his hand. He still has the ring.

"You still have the ring".

"I never said that I took it off" I look at him but he doesn't take his eyes off my hand.

"Wait" he looks at me.

"What?".

"What will happen if I take it off?".

"While I'll be burning it and burning your finger, I'll feel that pain too".

"But I don't wanna hurt you".

"We are enemies. Right? You shouldn't care about me being hurt" I just stare at him. "Will you take it off or not?" he stares at me irritated by now. I sigh.

"Yes".

"Try not to scream that much. I already have a migraine".

He points his wand at my finger and casts the spell. I start feeling a lot of pain. It's like he is burning me alive. I try to pull away from him but he grabs my hand tighter.

"Tom, stop. It hurts".

"No".

"Tom".

"You wanted to take it off. Now I'll take it off".

I can hear the pain in his voice but I'm not saying anything. I'm responsible about it. About everything. I let out a scream and tried to pull away but he grabbed me harder and harder.

"STOP MOVING" he yells at me.

"It fucking hurts".

"YOU THINK IT DOESN'T FUCKING HURT ME?" he yells so he doesn't show pain.

"Tom, please. I beg you. Pull away".

"No".

After around 10 minutes he stops. He takes my ring off my finger. My hand is shaken and I have tears in my eyes. I look at Tom. I see a tear on his face. He takes off his ring too and looks at me.

"You can keep them" he places them to my hand and turns around to walk away. "Treat your hand" he slams the bathroom door behind him.

I look at the rings and tears roll down my cheeks. I shouldn't take it off. I'm such an asshole. I'm an awful person. I put the rings in my pocket and walked over the bathroom door. I knock slightly.

"Tom?".

"No".

"Please. Open the door".

"I said no. Leave me alone".

"I ... I'm sorry".

"YN, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE. LEAVE ME ALONE".

"Fine. Sorry. I'll be-"

"I DON'T CARE. OKAY. LEAVE".

That hurt me more than when he was trying to take our rings out. I rush through the halls and run at the Quidditch locker room. It's the only place that they won't even think about searching. They don't know that I'm on the Quidditch team this year. I enter slowly. No one is here. Luckily. I go behind the lockers and sit down. I start crying. I shouldn't take off my ring. Our rings. I shouldn't.