But you're my proffesor, Tom

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Midnight is not for another two hours and yet everyone is already drunk as fuck.
Except me.
The alcohol is just not hitting right tonight.

I played the drinking game with everyone else but I'm not in the mood for this. Not after what happened last time. But they don't know that. Nobody knows the reason I started to skip parties.

"Hey, Y/n, come on here!" Mattheo yells at me. They put some sort of alcohol in the fountain and mow are trying to chug it. I just smile and nod but he's not even paying attention to me anymore. It looks like him, Theo and Lorenzo are in some sort of competition. Behind them I can see Ari arguing with Blaise. Draco with Pansy are nowhere to be found but that's not even surprising anymore. Their friends with benefits secret is a wide known information.

I should've just said no when Mattheo invited us to his mansion for New years. I should've guessed it would end up like this.

Nobody notices when I sneak away. At least I can explore the mansion. It's very dark. Too dark even for my liking. Definitely much darker than the slytherin common rooms.

I hear a weird rattling. A cold shiver runs down my spine. I don't think twice as i follow the noise. Pretty soon I get to see the source of the noise and I relax a little bit. It's just an open window.

Then I stop in my tracks. There's someone in front of the window sitting on the windowsill. Is it Draco with Pansy? Everybody else stayed downstairs. But this is just one person. He's looking out of the window and slowly dragging from a cigarette. I shiver from the cold air.

"Are you gonna just keep standing there?" he turns around and I finally recognise him. Tom. Tom Riddle, Mattheos older brother.

"I didn't know you were home."
"Yeah, didn't feel like hanging with you guys, sorry."
"You never hang with us," I come a little bit closer.
"I did. Two years back I was still at Hogwarts. We used to hangout a lot."
"That's right." I don't know how but suddenly I'm right next to him. I sit at the windowsill opposite him. He offers me his cigarette. When I take it from him our hands lightly brush. He's watching me the whole time as I exhale the smoke in his direction.
"So what you up to?" I hand it back.
"Nothing much. Still trying to find my place. A job. It's harder than one would think."
"Really?"
"Well, when you're a Riddle..." he smiles sarcastically.
"People shouldn't judge you based on your father," i say.
"Doesn't matter." He exhales a cloud of smoke before continuing. "So why aren't you downstairs getting drunk with the others?" He changes the topic.
"Didn't feel right."
"Too much alcohol?"
"Too little." He nods. Then he puts out the cigarette and stands up.
"Well as nice as it was talking to you, I should go. I need to drink some more too."
"You going downstairs?"
"Hell no."
"Than can I come with you?"

Hey guys, thank you so much for reading this story 🤗, it's about to get so good!!! Any reaction is more than welcomed, it keeps me motivated to be honest ❤️. See you in the next part ;)