Hierarchy of Need [t.r]

Chapter Twenty One

They couldn't have done this. They couldn't.

Because if they did, she'd kill them.

With a groan she threw her head back, the hit sending a book toppling, knocking her on the head. "Shit," she gasped out and a fifth year Gryffindor glared at her. "Could you be any louder?" The boy said, staring down his nose at Delilah in disgust. "Fuck off," she wasn't in the mood, so to prove her point even further, she flipped him off.

"Oh, very classy."

"Hey you little twat, listen-"

"Pontmercy."

Delilah whirled around at the sound of Tom's voice. He stood with a book held under one arm and a hand in his pocket, looking at her as if she was five. She paled slightly at the sight of him. Running her eyes over Tom's form, she really did wonder what all he was capable of.

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Tapping her foot, the desk kept thudding every few seconds. Earning annoyed glances from not only her classmates but her professor. Delilah had also been gnawing on her lips so much she ended up making them bleed.

Her eyes were stuck on the back of a platinum blonde haired boy. Whom had turned around a few times, feeling her obvious gaze burning the back of his skull.

After the fifth time turning around, Abraxas eventually whirled around with two eyebrows raised, "what?" Delilah gestured for him to come closer with a wave of her hand, and begrudgingly, he did just that.

Leaning on her desk with one arm, he lowered his face to be near hers. "Do you know Xan and Katerina? The two Ravenclaws?" Abraxas raised a brow and shrugged.

Setting her jaw, Delilah honestly wasn't even sure she wanted to ask. Confronting Tom was one thing, he's nearly thrown her off a tower. But Abraxas?

"Did you do that to them?" Her voice was a whisper and she spoke slowly, but only earned a blink from the boy. "Do what?"

Groaning, Delilah slumped forward and hit her forehead against the desk a few times. "Easy there," Abraxas muttered, rushing his hand to block her from doing it again. Sighing, Delilah rested her cheek against the cold wood and peered up at him.

"Are you a part of the Knights of Walpurgis?"

Abraxas stiffened and his knuckles turned white due to his tight grip on the back of her chair. How the fuck did she know that name? He didn't let his expression waver, he couldn't, Tom would kill him if he let anything slip. Did this mean Delilah knew what happened that night? That dreaded night with Xan and Katerina? Why else would she be asking?

Panic bubbled in his chest, Aurora would hate him if she knew. Probably never talk to him again, would Delilah tell her? No. He couldn't have that. That would be worse than being murdered by Tom.

"I beg your pardon?" Abraxas tilted his head to the side in feigned confusion, rolling his shoulders slightly because his muscles had gone taut. "They said they heard you, and the markings-" her sentence was cut off when Abraxas took hold of her arm and lightly tugged her up. He led her to a corner in the charms room, looking around for a moment to make sure there were no prying eyes.

"Del, I don't know what to tell you, honestly." He made a point to look her directly in the eye, he couldn't give away any signs of guilt. Even though it was currently eating away at his gut. Delilah bit the inside of her thumb, taking in his gray eyes and the rest of his features. She didn't want to believe he did it. She really didn't. But why on earth would Xan and Katerina lie about something like this.