Hierarchy of Need [REWRITTEN]

Chapter Three

"Aimez-vous votre temps en France?" He asked her and she blinked at him.

Okay, that really wasn't fair. It was bad enough he was handsome and charming, but to also speak another language was rude.

"Oui. Merci de demander. Aimez-vous votre temps à Hogwarts?"

Tom kept his smile on his face but sighed lightly through his nose. So she could speak French. He was hoping it might've been some rouse. He didn't know why, but something was off about her, it was like he could feel it. Once that flame of curiosity and wonder was alight inside of him, his urge to figure it out was insatiable.

Reading people was second nature to him, yet her book seemed to be written in a dead language.

He laughed lightly and nodded his head. "Yes, Hogwarts is a magnificent place. You'll have much to discover while you're here. Although it's shame you'll only have a year. I've been here for seven and I still have yet to discover every secret the castle has to offer."

Delilah hummed, the thought should excite her. Or at least peak her interest. There was undoubtedly many things to unravel about the school. But any distraction felt like a waste of time.

They reached the Great Hall and Delilah's breath caught in her throat. Each table was full with laughing and chatting students, all bunched together with their friends in their houses. Smiles were everywhere and the lighting was a warm orange glow. It was overwhelming for her. To see so much... happiness.

"Miss Pontmercy?" Tom asked as he eyed her, he feigned concerned and she turned to look at him.

Blinking a few times, she yanked a close mouthed smile on her face. "Sorry."

Tom easily saw something was bothering her and often wondered how people coped with wearing their emotions on show like some ghastly wound.

"So, Slytherin is the all green table I presume?" She pointed to the table to the far left that was clad in emerald green and he nodded.

"Correct, this way. You can sit with me if you would like?"

He'd actually prefer if she didn't, but it would look wrong if he didn't offer.

Besides, Delilah didn't seem like a jumbled mess of hormones when she talked to him, like so many others, so perhaps it wouldn't be insufferable.

"Oh, sure. Thank you." She followed him and ignored to her best ability all the stares she was getting. None of them appeared to be negative, just curious.

Tom gestured for her to sit down and he sat next to her. "Gentleman, this is Miss Delilah Pontmercy." He introduced her and she smiled kindly at all the boys. It faltered however when a boy with platinum blond hair made his way into her line of sight. There was no mistaking he was related to Draco the longer she looked at him.

He had the same aristocratic air about him, but his features weren't as pointed. His nose was soft and held a few freckles, he had a strong jaw and his crystalline eyes seemed gentler. He was much more muscular than Draco however, Draco was more lean if she recalled correctly. It's been ages since she saw him. The boy in front of her also had a severely different hairstyle. Draco's was always slicked back but this boys hair was similar to Tom's. Styled into neat waves that were brushed back. It was suitable for this time period, she supposed. It fit him.

"Pyrrhus Lestrange, just call me Lestrange though." A boy with messy black hair and black eyes shook hands with Delilah. A chill ran up her spine at the sound of his name. Something very unsettling resting itself in her spine and her back suddenly itched.