Pity the living- slytherin boys

Tommy

Tom's pov

"I've got an idea." Jones tells me as she enters the room of requirements.

"Where were you?" I ask. "I waited 20 bloody minutes for you to arrive." I get angry with her. She should've have been here when we agreed to be here.

"Oh, sorry about that... I was in detention and forgot to tell you." She sits down on the floor beside me.

She grabs a cigarette, as she does the room creates another window above our heads.

She lights it up and I begin coughing. "Get that thing away from me!" I yell at her and push her hand away from me.

She laughs. "Sorry."

I roll my eyes, how could she think this is funny?

"Don't do that again, and don't make me wait for you, Jones." I demand, but she continues laughing.

"What!?" I shout rage fully.

"You're weird, Tom." She giggles. I become flushed, not knowing what to say or do.

"Sorry." I reply and become quiet.

"That was a compliment." She smiles at me.

There is an essence of warmth to her grin, a kind of warmth that makes me soften.

"Thank you." There are a few moments of smears silence where we just look at each other. It feels awkward to me but she doesn't look like it's bothering her.

"What was your idea?" I break the silence.

"How about we create a curse? A really, really powerful curse. A curse that will be forbidden if anyone will know about it, but the thing is that no one will. Only you and me will know it. Not our friends, not our siblings, not your father. No one. Actually, especially not your father. I was thinking we could create a curse that will torture but at the end, also kill. I know it's kind of evil of me, but it could be of great advantage in the war. We could also create a spell. A spell that only can be used with wandless magic, like, if someone was to attack you, you would sort of... catch the magic... like, as a way of protecting yourself. That would be really useful, and... I talk a lot, huh?" She chuckles in embarrassment as she realizes how much she has been talking.

"Yes you do." She frowns a bit and looks away from me. "But it's nice. I like hearing your thoughts."
Her eyes light up and a smile curls on her lips.

"You're a nice person, Tommy." She mocks me. My grin disappears and I roll my eyes.

"Shove off, princess." I mock her back and push my hand to her face, she moves away and scrunches up her nose.

"Do you want to start working on those things?" She stands up.

I grab her hand and pull her back down.

"I'm tired from waiting for so long. We have the rest of the year, let's start next time."

She scoffs, "I said I was sorry for making you wait."

I squint my eyes, "I'm pretty sure you didn't." I argue.

"I did."

"Not." I complete her sentence.

"If you're waiting for another apology, then know you are not going to get it." I roll my eyes at her once more.

"So... what do you want to do then?" She asks.

"We could talk." I suggest. I enjoy speaking with her, and I usually don't enjoy talking to people.

"Sure. What curse are you thinking on? Do you have any ideas?" She asks me.