Turning the Tables

Chapter32- Comfortability

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A/N This is what Y/N wears ☝

I went to the bathroom to wash myself. I wanted to punch him so badly. How dare he laugh at me...wait he laughed ?! I gasped as I realized, I've never seen him laugh and maybe will never see that again.

After scrubbing every bit of flour from my body I finally went downstairs wearing a frock borrowed from my great grandmother, I also packed some of her clothes because my usual clothes already look too different from others and my hoodies are of no use in this era.

I was about to go to the kitchen to search for Tom but I stopped as I saw two plates full of pancakes on the dining table. They looked so delicious! I didn't even realize I was staring at them. "You can't eat with your eyes." Tom said from across the room. 

"Did you make this ?" I asked while sitting down, he did the same, we sat opposite to each other "Yes." He answered. "I didn't knew you could cook." I scoffed.

"I can do everything by myself." 

I didn't talk anymore, I was busy eating, it was just too delicious to resist. "That's absolutely not how a lady should eat." He furrowed his brows and I threw a face at him. 

"It's all your fault, you made it so delicious." I said and wiped my mouth with the napkin, he also finished his one and did the same. "Oh I forgot to tell you! I've arranged the guest room for you...you can move whenever you want to." I really didn't wanted him to move but I can't force him to sleep with me.

"What if I tell you I don't want to move." He said looking straight at me. "Wha- What?"

I hate it when I get confused because he enjoys it! "You don't want to move to the guest room ?" I asked. "No, I don't want to." 

"But why ?" 

"I thought you ware skilled at Occlumency but looks like I was wrong."

A chill goes through my spine but then I remember I had only not concealed a part of my memory, which is when I was thinking of how comfortable I felt with Tom and that I had no nightmares.

"Since when did you start invading my mind ?" I sneered at him.

"Since when did you start feeling safe with me ?" He gave me a cunning smirk. "I-I...well I didn't have nightmares when I was sleeping with you."

"Because the nightmare was sleeping beside you." His smirk only widened "Anyways, if you want then we can share a bed because for the first time in my life I slept without nightmares too." 

"You get nightmares too?" He nodded.

"Why don't you show me your father's office?" He said getting up from the chair. "Sure, lets go, after all that's the reason why we came here." I also got up from the chair...