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Serpentină	By : Iced_Sygar Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 20915 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Let’s just say Riddle is cornering his little mouse just perfect. I would answer some of the questions about if Riddle actually loves Harry or if he’s just using him but…I wouldn’t want to spoil it. You’ll just have to keep reading~ I'm also very sorry for the long wait. Work and issues keep me busy. But I'll get right on it. Also, this still takes place in the second book, the Chamber of Secrets © J.K. Rowling.

Riddle awaited Harry's return, sitting up on the boy's bed. Luckily no one had been in the common room when he had entered and the Fat Lady didn't put up a fight even though he knew the password. She was very wary of him and didn't want to challenge him unless she knew the full situation, which was wise of her not to piss off the one and only Tom Marvolo Riddle. Many of the other Gryffindors were asleep in their beds, oblivious as to why Harry and Ron were gone or the fact that Riddle was sitting on Potter's bed, waiting for him to tell him the news of what had happened.

Thanks to today's horrible adventure Harry learned one thing; spiders were hell spawn. HELL SPAWN. Well, okay he also had learned that Mr. Malfoy had made Dumbledore leave, and that Hagrid was being convicted to being a murderer.

When the two of them, he and Ron, stumbled inside the portrait hole he expected to see Hermione waiting on them. But she wasn’t there and she couldn’t be in the library; it had closed by now. When he asked Ron he shrugged, "Maybe she went to bed. I want to, to forget all those spiders..." He replied still sickly pale.

"I guess..." Harry said, still a little worried. He wanted to talk to Hermione about what had happened, to discuss what she thought since she was so much better about little details. Then he knew who to ask. "We can ask Tom what he thinks." He said to Ron's back as he went up the stairs to their dormitory.

Ron paused for a long time, "You ask him, I'm going to bed." It sounded like he was mad, but that couldn’t be right... Maybe Ron was still a little sick from the spiders...?

He agreed either way that Ron should sleep and get some relaxation, and he would ask Tom about it. Ron had only grunted at him. When they reached the dormitory, Harry spotted Tom on the bed and quickly looked around to make sure no one saw him. "Tom--! You can’t just sit on my bed like this what if you get caught?" He whispered quickly, running to the bedside. Ron was getting into bed and ignoring them both. It must be the spiders.

Riddle got quite bored on waiting on the boys, laying back in the bed and crossing his arms behind his head, idly going over all of his plans of what to do. He glanced over when he heard the two boys coming up the stairs and he sat back up. Of course, Harry was shocked to see him out again, and he couldn't help but to chuckle quietly at the boy.

"I got a little impatient waiting for you to return is all. Don't worry; I waited until the rest of the lot was asleep before coming out. Being out in the open is much better than cramped in that book." He whispered back, moving over a little and patting the bed beside him. "Find anything out?"

That eased his nerves a bit, and Harry sat beside the older boy sighing at the comfort of his spider free bed. "I think so, but I don’t know if it'll help any..." He took a deep breath and whispered all of what had happened to himself and Ron. About Hagrid being taken to Azkaban, Dumbledore being sacked, and the horrible, horrible spiders. "I know you said Hagrid did it but... I don’t know... If it was him then I don’t think it's him now." Harry shook his head, "I keep hearing a voice when it shows up, Tom. It doesn’t sound like Hagrid at all and... And nobody else can hear it either. It's like a ghost or something." He hadn’t said anything about this yet, because it bothered him so much that he heard voices when no one else did. He had felt like he was going mad then...

Tom listened to the other boy, already knowing the actual facts of it all, but just pretending to be curious for what Harry thought of it or what he saw. "Interesting..." He quietly put, pretending to be thinking and going over it. "I'm surprised you made it out with all of those spiders. And I'm not sure if Hagrid did it either, now taking that in...Well, hopefully we can churn up some more information tomorrow, especially if Hermione finds anything in the library tonight. I would've been glad to help her but I didn't want to be caught roaming on my own to go help since I was stuck here... And a voice? Hm. Well, again, let's sleep on it and see what we can come up with tomorrow."

Excellent! Dumbledore was sacked! He had heard about him in a few discussions and it was surprising the old fool was still around. No matter though, if he was gone, then he could roam much more freely without much threat. The teachers might know him but they wouldn't be able to do anything against him unlike Dumbledore. Plus, if he hid the diary, then no one would be able to eliminate him, even if a teacher did try! His plans could run much more smoothly now and he was really itching to open the chamber finally and completely, however, he just needed a bit more time...

"Would you like to lay again together tonight or would you like for me to return to my book?" He asked.

Hearing Hermione's name again made him worry where she was, but maybe it was as Ron said she was in bed. Harry was certainly tired enough to just go to sleep and being with Tom made him feel relaxed and safe; the spiders chase made him feel even more sleepy. He nodded drowsily at what Tom suggested they do tomorrow and towards the end leaned against him trying to nap on him. "I want… Want you to stay..." Harry said yawning halfway through his statement. He didn’t care right now about who saw them, he was so sleepy and Tom was so comfortable...

In the other bed, Ron had not been asleep simply facing the other direction and breathing slowly. His face was a little red from the way they were talking to each other. He might have been 12 but Ron knew that they were not acting like friends at all. 'Bloody hell, didn’t have anywhere else to sleep this morning huh?' He thought, red with anger now.

Riddle smiled to the sleepy boy, shifting to lay Harry down for a moment while he moved to take off his own shoes as well as Potter's. Normally, again, he would not be doing this kind of treatment towards someone else, but he still needed to keep a cover up. That and perhaps he was a bit OCDish in the fact that he didn't want filthy shoes in the bed, even if it wasn't his. He moved to make the other boy comfortable on the bed and then he got in with him after laying Harry's glasses aside on the table. He closed the curtains, pulled the sheets up over them, and cuddled up to the warm boy.

True, he thought about messing with him or touching him, but he left it alone tonight unless the boy, who obviously kept trying to pass out, wanted it. He kept one arm around him, holding him close, and just closed his eyes instead. Oh what sweet dreams he'd have of Hermione being trapped by the Basilisk, of taking the boy in the Chamber, and so on.

Sleep came fast for Harry; running away from giant spiders will do that to you. Perhaps because of the encounter with those giant creatures he dreamed of a giant snake lying with him, rather than Tom. It had twisted so tight against him that it was hard to tell where he began and it ended.

When the morning came, Harry had pretty much glomped onto Tom with all extremities. He wasn’t aware of this, because he was still sleeping late again. Ron on the other hand had quickly pulled the curtains around the other boy’s bed so no one would see inside. After the other boys had left, he ripped them open again.

"Oi! What are you playin’ at?!" He whisper yelled, trying and failing to control his anger.

Tom had fallen asleep reasonably well, comfortable with the warm boy against him, but stirred occasionally with how much he started to latch onto him, especially as morning came. He didn't realize how much Harry had been all over him until he had woken up and stared at him for a few moments, hearing other boys shuffle around and leave.

Ah, Potter was waking up late again, it seemed. How cute, he seemed to sleep well next to him, Riddle, the best it seemed. He carefully shifted to lie on his back again, letting the boy cling onto him even though he started to get irked by it, and he was terribly amused by Ron suddenly pulling back the curtains and apparently throwing a little fit over this.

"Do you not like me being around your friend? Is there a reason for this outburst when I've done nothing wrong?" He put, still being polite yet mocking as ever. He even moved a hand to gently stroke along Harry's back, hoping he hadn't been rudely woken up by the ginger with no manners.

Ron's grip on the curtains tightened and he heard a rip. Oh Merlin, urge to hit rising---But Harry right there... Dammit. "You bloody well know what you’re doing! And I know what too! You got more than being friends on your mind." He muttered through gritted teeth and reddening face from pure rage. When Tom stroked Harry's back, it made him that much more angry "Don’t go messing with him like he's some pet! Harry isn’t some bloody lap dog for you to play with! Get off of him! You’ve got to be four times his age the way your book looks!" Ron snarled resisting the urge to slap the hand away. But there was Harry sleeping away like this was nothing; why did he get to be oblivious to all this? Surely he knew what a right prat this Tom was!

The Slytherin was so terribly amused the more and more Ron got furious at him. For him, it was irresistible to prod at the beehive and watch someone else get stung. The only one getting hurt here would be Harry from all of Ron's bickering. It honestly didn't effect Tom in the slightest and it showed on his face, as if Ron's insults were mere taunts thrown at him by an ignorant preschooler, akin to calling him a 'big fat doodey head' or something. It was hilarious.

"No, I do believe that's none of your business, and what would you know of it anyways? If you really were friends with Harry, I'd assume you'd be much happier with the fact that he seems happy. With me. He seemed so lonely beforehand," He started, ready to attack Ron's position in Harry's life at all now, "I can see what kind of friend he had before me, obviously, if you act this childishly. And what? Rubbing his back? I'm just hoping your uncalled raising your voice at me doesn't wake him up. He seems so peaceful. I'm sure you're quite worried about comforting your /best/ friend, especially when you're running off, being mad at him, or selfishly thinking of yourself? Though, it's not up to me whom Harry chooses to be friends with; you're lucky he's so generous." Oh, it was so lovely getting to prod more and more. "And, honestly. A memory doesn't age. I thought even muggles knew that."

That tone. It was the same bloody condescending tone Percy used on him every day of his life. If spontaneous human combustion was based on anger, Ron would be akin to a forest fire. "I'd be happy if the person he was WITH wasn’t a two faced snake! But since you are one, I'm going to keep being angry!”

Oh if he could JUST get him away from Harry, then he wouldn’t have to stand here and argue. "And he's not lonely! H-He's just not used to people touching him so much! I doubt you talk much at all the way you keep at him!" So. Hard. To. Keep. Voice. DOWN. Taking a deep semi calming breath Ron resisted the urge to use the side table like never before.

"Harry wouldn’t be sleeping so soundly if he knew what you’re really like; if you’re so confident about how perfect YOU are, stop lying!" The crack about his selfishness hit the target though because he winced slightly. Stung. Get up and stop hiding behind Harry you git!

"Well, that's a bit rude. You hardly know me! I assumed you were someone so wonderful to be friends with Harry, but I suppose I was wrong if you attack people like this! I still don't see why, I even think it's a bit funny how out-of-hand you're getting about all of this when I just want to be his friend too. Friends aren't allowed to share beds, especially when one needs the comfort? Friends aren't allowed to try and make them feel better? I'm 'keeping-at-it' to only ensure that Harry is truly ok or not bothered. I'm sure if he didn't want me nearby, he'd simply tell me to leave, and I would. But he seems to enjoy my company." Oh, he was being so very calm and well-mannered about it. And it was so easy to lie.

"And am I sensing a bit of jealousy? I may be confident in whom I am, but I don't attack others because of it. I suppose you yourself are very unconfident, obviously bad mannered, and selfish to be acting in this way and persecuting me. I hope you're happy with yourself. It's a bit shameful that you couldn't even tell me this up front, rather than waiting cowardly until your friend was asleep, to tell me this. I'm sure he would rather know if you have a problem with me rather than attacking me when he isn't looking. So rude." All the while, he never made one single gesture as if to move from his spot.

"Then your version of comforting must be the kind that gets people arrested! And stop twisting my ruddy words around! You’re never going to convince me that you’re what you’re pretending to be!" Ron was about to have a fit, he was sooooo close to that ginger rage. Horrible, ginger rage. Maybe he could strangle Tom with the curtains... But no he'd wiggle around too much. Dammit.

"I'm jealous?! You’re the jealous one here, you’re just pissed I don’t have to hide in a book to spend time with Harry." He was about to rage quit, and just devour breakfast alone. Seriously, it was so hard not to shake Harry awake and yell at him for being so ignorant. As if feeling this thought, Harry whimpered a little in his sleep hiding his face against Tom. FFFFFF

Riddle only seemed more amused by Ron, as if what he was saying was utter nonsense but had the same comedian effect as a drunken man telling him a story. "You're very silly. But I've grown tired of listening; perhaps that mudblood would be more amused by your company? Go on." He then felt Harry move and nuzzle closer, turning his stare over to the boy hiding against him, and he smiled. He used a hand to softly pet Harry's head, actually working to appear as sensual, affectionate, and close in front of Ron as possible. He wouldn't mind just wanting to merely fuck the boy only for the fact that it would upset his ginger friend.

He wanted to also lay on more 'subtle' hints about Hermione. Now, Tom would've just told Ron that Hermione might've had a little 'accident' or more info as to why he shouldn't be trying to find her rather than bother them, but he didn't want to say something and have Harry hear it while trying to wake up or something. He wanted Harry to see him as nothing but completely innocent of everything.

For a moment, Ron almost hit him for saying that about Hermione, and then the moment passed. That was what this bastard wanted--To make Ron look like the bad guy. And when he had, or had not hit Tom Harry would wake up and believe the older boy. Because honestly, the way they were both acting right now it did seem like Ron had started it. The stroking finished it. "FINE. You want to try and make Harry just listen to you all the time go ahead, it isn’t going to work." Ron said finally releasing the curtains and stomping away. He didn’t have to watch out for Harry in the first place, he should know better! Or at least that’s how Ron comforted himself as he left his friend wrapped in the arms of a complete bastard.

Tom hadn't quite gotten to say all of the derogatory or demeaning things that he wanted to, or the fact that he wanted to mess with Harry in front of Ron just to piss him off more, but he supposed it was a small victory that he gave up and stomped off. Oh, Harry would listen to him alright. And that was exactly the look on Riddle's face too as he stroked the smaller boy's head like his own little pet. It was a bit surprising that he managed to sleep so far; however, he knew that Potter needed to get up sooner or later.

The Slytherin shifted softly, knowing no one remained in the common room, and kissed the other boy, wanting to wake him up that way. He kept the little kiss small, pulling away to stroke Harry's cheeks with his thumbs affectionately. It had become quite easy to pretend his fancying of Harry, especially now that Ron would be upset greatly by it. And even more so, he wanted to actually walk out and about for once. Now that Dumbledore was gone it was the perfect opportunity...

"Wake up, Harry~" He mumbled, trying to softly get him up. Had it been his usual self and if he had not been attempting to woo the boy, he would've kicked him right out of the bed for a wakeup call.

"We'll miss breakfast at this point and I doubt you'd want chocolate for breakfast too." He joked, chuckling some. Of course, he wouldn't have minded that at all, but he'd much rather stroll about and pester the living fuck out of Ron; especially with how close and affectionate Harry was for him. It'd be like rubbing it in the ginger's face.

The pressure on his mouth was something new, and it made Harry stir and come to the surface of his mind; the sound of his name being called made him more awake. When he woke he was more than a little close to his bed mate, in the face region and lower. He blushed a little at being woken up like this, but he was used to Aunt Petunia screaming at him not a pretty boy looking at him very closely.

"M-Morning...! Harry said awkwardly still in a little shock that they had not been caught. In fact, the dorm was empty except for the two of them. "Ah! Breakfast?! How late did you let me sleep, Tom?!" Harry clambered over the older boy got onto the floor stumbled, hit the floor, and ran to his trunk for a change of clothes.

It was odd that Ron wasn’t there, but then again, Ron tended to think with his stomach when it was early enough. He was halfway undressed when he again realized that Tom was in the room with him.

"A-ah hey! Close your eyes, I’ve got to get dressed!" Harry was ignoring the fact that they had pretty much seen each other completely nude already. He wasn’t very fast in the morning.

Watching the other boy suddenly panic and move fast, he wasn't surprised when he hit the floor and just kept going. He acted like he was half-starved. He shifted on the bed, moving to rest his arms behind his head and watch Potter until the boy realized that he was indeed watching. He smiled some in response, just turning his head away. "I was hoping you wouldn't catch that, though it doesn't matter if we're both boys and have already seen each other, you know." He chuckled, closing his eyes just to make the other boy a little happier. Though he did dare just the slightest peek here and there.

Once Harry was done, Tom moved to get off of the bed, stood up, and just used his wand to instantly change into some suitable clothes to stroll around Hogwarts in. He wasn't nude before or anything; he was just quite a tidy and neat person, even if he was merely a memory that was close to being solid. He kept the book on him and obviously didn't seem like he was going back into it as he looked to Harry.

"I thought I'd come down with you for once. It wouldn't hurt to wander around a bit with you; it sounds like fun." He wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Harry felt a little embarrassed that he had just dressed like a muggle and Tom could use magic to do it so neatly. Maybe he could ask how to do that later. He was a little surprised that his friend was really going to go with him down stairs.

Harry fidgeted nervously at the thought, "I want you to, but how are we going to do that? The teachers will notice you’re new. And then how do we explain where you came from..?" He didn’t want Tom to get in trouble for being with him today. Harry knew they’d act the same way Hermione did about a memory coming alive, but they didn’t know him the way he (Harry) did.

"I guess I didn’t really think through what I'd do once I got you out Tom..." He mumbled. Those words would come back to haunt him for years.

Tom merely smiled again, moving to go down the stairs but waiting for Harry. "It's alright. You don't need to worry about that. I can disappear on a whim if I choose so. It'll be alright, I've just been very eager to finally get out a little more and be a part of your little group." He put, going down the stairs. More than likely no one would even be in the Gryffindor common room since breakfast was already being served and no one wanted to be late.

"Ah wait up--!" He had been tying his shoes when Tom made to leave; it was a little odd how Tom was acting. But Harry brushed this aside, and followed him. "Oh, okay... That's good." Harry said, relieved that there was some protection for his friend.

"I'm also afraid Ron does not like me. He got a bit angry this morning at how you've become friends with me before stomping off for breakfast." He put, just talking casually and politely. Anything he could say to make Harry get onto the ginger for being mean to Tom was always a plus and it would surely put the pure-blood into a right foul mood. Which would be hilarious. He honestly wanted to get under the other boy's skin and bug the living daylights out of him.

As they got to the empty common room, Harry thought he had misheard what Tom had said about Ron. "What? What did he say?" He asked, obviously upset that his plans for them to all be BFF being ruined. "I can be friends with whoever I want to! Ron isn’t the boss of me...!" Harry complained, face flushed red with anger. If Ron had a problem, he should talk to him! Not go after Tom who hadn’t done anything wrong! "I'll talk to him at breakfast okay? I’m sorry he did that to you." He said, lightly touching the older boys sleeve to get his attention. Why should Ron care anyways? It didn’t hurt him!

Riddle slowed his pace here and there for the other boy to keep up, trying to walk alongside him. But when he started to respond as exactly as he had thought, he figured he could milk it more.

"I don't quite want to say anything that'll make you mad at him over all of this... I think he just misunderstood me or maybe he doesn't want to share you with others... I'm not sure. I think he sees me as threatening. He told me to leave and was being a bit persecuting... He thinks I'm a liar and just... I'm not sure. I think he still sees me as just a worthless book, which hurts. I can't quite help that I've been trapped in it and it's wonderful to get out finally. I think if he got to know me better he'd like me more." He put, in the most charming and polite way he could muster. Making himself sound like the victim but obviously trying to 'help' be friends with Ron and everything all the same.

"Also..." Tom put, stopping in front of the portrait before their exit and at the tug on his sleeve from Harry. "I'd appreciate that... But I'd also like to know if I really do bother you or not. I think Ron's main problem is that he believes I'm having a negative influence on you or forcing you into anything. If you don't want me around..." He put, looking off a bit. "I can leave. I don't want to force you into anything." That was just such a bold lie. He wanted to harm and violate the other boy beyond his wildest nightmares. Again, he just needed to keep up this charade for a little longer...

The more Tom told him, the more upset he became with Ron until finally he was holding back from running off to find him and giving him a good smack. "I don’t care what his reasons are; he shouldn’t be talking to you like that! He's being an idiot..." Harry said frowning, and then added, "He's just going to have to like you if he wants to be friends with me." He said with finality, still playing the hero when the villain was beside him.

When they paused together at the portrait, Harry blushed but spoke with certainty in his voice. "You could never bother me Tom, I don’t ever want you to go! I--I already said that I...." He faltered, redder than ever. Yes, he had said that he loved Tom, multiple times. But that had been when they had been... Well... Harry decided to just cling to the arm he had pulled on. "I don’t want you to go. Okay?" He said, hiding his face like he had while he had been asleep in the side of older boy’s chest.

Riddle stared to the other boy before smiling to him, using his free arm to pull him close and hug him. "That makes me feel much better, I always worry about that. If you ever are uncomfortable, don't be afraid of speaking up, alright?" He mumbled, leaning down to kiss Harry on the forehead gently. He then pulled away, smiling again.

"We're already running really late to breakfast now though, we should best hurry along if we still want any." Not that he really needed any; he was just a memory after all. But obviously Potter needed nourishment. That and being able to see him smack that Weasley git would be enthralling.

"Ah! You’re right, if we don’t hurry it'll be all gone and we'll have to wait until lunch!" Harry assumed that Tom had to eat, simply because he was there. Using speed that only the promise of food could inspire in him, Harry pulled Tom along with him to the Great Hall.

He was a little nervous, and made sure they weren’t holding hands now as Harry made their way to the Gryffindor table beside Ron... And no Hermione. No Dumbledore either. Well, Harry had been dealing with all the "Heir of Slytherin" nonsense for a while so the stares and whispers were nothing new to him. He was still unsure how all this was going to work out. When he sat down, he and Ron ignored each other for a little while. He wanted to eat just a little before he decided to tempt Ron into a fight.

Tom moved to keep up with Harry, though, being technically older as even a memory, he did have longer legs so he was able to do just fine. When they reached the Great Hall he pulled his hand away and followed him to the Gryffindor table, though his eyes scanned for all of the teachers as well as the Slytherin table to see what the cream of the crop was over there. They all seemed like delightful little Slytherins, who instantly noticed him, and stared or talked amongst themselves. None had obviously ever seen that Slytherin before. And, thanks to arriving late, people noticed them more. He was not bothered in the least by it all, not giving a damn about it actually, and sat down at the table by Harry.

"Are you going to apologize?" Harry asked tensely. Ron looked indignant, "What am I supposed to be apologizing for?!" This made them both madder, and the tension was palpable. "For being a prat to Tom! Why else?!" Harry retorted quickly "I’m not apologizing because I didn’t do anything wrong! I suppose he told you I was picking on him eh?" Ron didn’t even look at Tom, let alone say his name.

Riddle made his usual breakfast plate, just as he would've done long ago in his own schooling; eating some since he was there anyways, not that he needed it. The teachers immediately noticed him and he could feel their eyes, along with other students' eyes, on him. No teachers really came up to him while the rest were eating breakfast though, everyone staying away. But the problem at the table when Harry piped up about Ron picking on Tom drew his attention back. He didn't say much, though, he did add a comment or two of his in, trying to obviously seem innocent. "No, I merely told Harry that you seem to dislike me and I'd like to resolve it. I honestly believe you'd like me much better if you actually got to know me; I'd rather not fight." He put before drinking some tea.

Ron was about to tell them both where to stuff it when a magically magnified voice made him pause. "All students are to return to their respective dormitories, students Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter, come to the hospital wing at once." It repeated a few times before finally stopping. The two immediately stopped bickering, to look at each other. What was going on? The other students were being sheparded by the prefects to their dormitories until it was just the three of them left alone. Harry was glad he had eaten when he first sat down.

From there… It was a blur. Somehow no one had noticed a third member as they got the hospital wing with Professor McGonagall waiting. She had seemed strangely less strict before they could ask... They knew why. Another victim, another bed. Hermione lay frozen as they had found her in the library, McGonagall asked about the mirror she had on her body, but neither Harry nor Ron knew what to make of it. When she left them the two--Three sat in silence and it seemed like the gap between the two might be healing.

Riddle heard the voice as well, deciding to follow them along. Once they reached the hospital wing, he saw the Professor standing there waiting to tell them obviously the bad news he was expecting. And their eyes caught, but she didn't dare say anything in front of him. Perhaps she thought she could run and get help before 'Tom found out that she knew' or something? How silly. He left it alone though, listening. He pretended to be worried and followed along.

Right up until Ron had declared that Tom must have had a hand in what had occurred and he fight started in earnest. "You should’ve heard the things he said--! Why is it the second you leave him alone is the night these start happening?!"

Harry had yelled back, saying that Ron was going crazy. That he was just looking for a way to make Tom leave. And on and on it went, it was not the kind of fight these two young boys should’ve had. It was as if something supernatural was fanning the flames.

When Harry came back to himself, he could not remember what he had said. He was alone, except for Tom in the hospital wing.

Tom didn't interrupt them except when Ron started accusing him and he fired back with, "How dare you accuse me! I did not do this!” Of course, it only got worse and Ron eventually stomped off. Harry looked pretty worse for wear and Tom kept quiet, sitting beside Harry. He tried to give him some reassurance or to fake his affection for him still, getting him to 'feel better' about this all, a gentle hand on the Gryffindor's leg and squeezing it, etc...

But soon enough the doors to the infirmary opened.

Professor Snape stood at the frames, beckoning Tom to come over. He obviously knew his name. Of course, Madam Pomphrey shushed him, but Snape ignored her, waiting on the Slytherin boy to come to him.

Tom looked to Snape and then handed Harry his journal from inside his coat pocket, just in case he needed to disappear or something, and stood up to walk off after a small goodbye before following the professor out of the infirmary and leaving Harry alone with the paralyzed Hermione.
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