Privilege

Tom returned to his dormitory, sitting at his desk with a dark expression. In just a few short months, he had already gained the loyalty of many students in his year. He thought he would have some peace, but unexpectedly, some people still wouldn't leave him alone. He really wanted to use the Unforgivable Curses on those idiots...

He paused for a moment, then shook his head, banishing the dangerous thoughts from his mind. No matter what, he couldn't do that. Professor Dumbledore would be very disappointed if he knew Tom had such thoughts; he couldn't disappoint the professor he respected the most.

Knock knock

Hearing the knock, Tom was a little surprised. For some reason, the first person he thought of was that platinum-haired senior. He rolled his eyes, got up, and opened the door. Seeing the familiar witch, he smiled, "Senior Bulstrode, what can I do for you..."

Pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Celeno handed him the gift she was holding. "A while ago... I misunderstood. You wouldn't refuse my gift of apology, would you?"

With his eyes lowered, Tom chuckled softly, "Heh~ How could I possibly refuse a senior's kind offer~" Taking the beautifully wrapped gift, Tom untied the ribbon in front of Celeno and picked up the silver brooch lying on the dark velvet. "I like it very much. Thank you, Senior..."

Smiling and nodding, Celeno seemed relieved, appearing happy that he had accepted her apology. "Then I won't disturb your rest..."

Closing the door, Tom let go. The brooch floated in his palm, and a cold hiss escaped his lips. A little snake slithered out from under the bed. He reached out and stroked its head, then commanded the brooch to pierce the snake's body.

Looking at the snake covered in blisters, Tom sneered dismissively. Did they really think he was stupid enough to use such a thing? Tsk, Prefect Malfoy is such a nuisance. Can't he even control his own fiancée! The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Tom opened the door and went directly to the damned senior's dormitory.

"Oh~ Coming to see me so late... Little Tom, are you planning to have me tuck you in?" Abraxas, who had just finished showering, still had a hint of steam about him. He leaned aside, letting the pouting, unhappy little brat in. "Do you want to take a shower~?"

Clenching his fists to suppress the urge to punch him, Tom tried to calm his emotions. It was his mistake; he shouldn't have come to find this person. His pride in his calm mind was useless in front of this guy; he couldn't maintain his composure. "Prefect Malfoy! I don't want to be involved in your romantic problems!"

Glancing at Abraxas's open collar, Tom awkwardly averted his gaze, his ear tips feeling a little hot. Gritting his teeth, he lowered his voice, enunciating each word, "And! Put your clothes on properly!"

Unable to help himself, Abraxas chuckled softly and obediently closed his collar. He tapped a cup and placed the milk beside the ruffled cat. "Romantic problems~ How about you actually get involved? That would make me very happy..."

Staring at the steaming milk, Tom felt an urge to throw it. Every time he encountered this person, he felt a strong sense of frustration. "Haa... Prefect Malfoy, you..."

Reaching out to interrupt the little brat, Abraxas waggled his index finger. "Not Prefect Malfoy, it's Abra... This is a privilege I'm giving you..."

For a moment, Tom was stunned. He blinked and tilted his head. He didn't understand what this senior was thinking. Such an intimate form of address, which even that damned senior wasn't allowed, why was he giving this 'privilege' to him?