Bastard Abraxas

Tom stared intently into the other's eyes, searching for any hint of mockery. "The reason... I want to know, Prefect Malfoy, why you're treating me like this."

Shrugging helplessly, Abraxas straightened slightly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. "Investment... I believe you've also looked into what the name Marvolo represents." At first, he was simply interested, but upon inadvertently seeing the other's middle name, he adopted a more serious attitude.

More importantly... he didn't understand why he was so tolerant of this little guy. It was a peculiar feeling, but he didn't dislike it. He even deliberately indulged his own desires. As an heir, there weren't many things he could do as he pleased, and he didn't want to suppress this feeling.

"If that's the case..." Hearing the word 'investment,' Tom narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew no one would be kind to him for no reason. Since they valued his bloodline, having a reliable supporter before he was fully grown wasn't a bad thing.

Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, Tom put on a fake smile again, perfectly mimicking Abraxas's aristocratic intonation. "I'll have to trouble you... Abraxas, to hold the leash tightly. Otherwise, I don't mind taking control of your dog for you one day in the future~"

With his parting threat, Tom left without another word, subtly curling his lips. Why did he always smell that guy's scent? Did he grow up bathing in aromatherapy oils?! Damn it! ＞皿＜

Back in his own dormitory, Tom quickly took a shower. He was annoyed to find that the books that usually captivated him were completely unreadable. He slumped onto the bed and closed his eyes, preparing to sleep.

He found himself in that starry expanse once more. Tom reached out and grabbed the brightest point of light. He looked down at his hand; the ashen skin wasn't his. His body seemed to move beyond his control.

'Avada Kedavra'

A flash of green light. Tom watched as the previously blurry figure gradually became clearer. The distinctive platinum blonde hair made it easy for him to identify the person. But why, from his perspective, had such a beautiful senior become like this—with dull skin, a gaunt appearance, and a resolute expression?

The owner of the body raised a hand to touch his face. Tom knew very clearly that the person who had killed his senior was crying, but why did his own heart ache? It felt just like the day the Old Headmaster died.

'Abraxas...'

The gloomy, hoarse voice sounded as if it came from his own mouth. Tom could no longer bear the pain of dying. He roared weakly, trying to wake himself up. This person wasn't him; it absolutely couldn't be him. Even though he disliked Abraxas, he had never thought of killing him.

"Hk... hk..." Waking from the damn dream, Tom wiped away the cold sweat that was pouring out. His clothes were almost soaked through. He took a breath, took off his clothes, and walked into the bathroom. Damn Malfoy! Couldn't even let him have peace in his dreams!

Wiping his hair while sitting on a chair, Tom wanted to grab his hair and shout like Ian. He sighed helplessly and flipped through the books on his desk. He wouldn't be able to take Divination for another two years. Did he have a talent for prophecy?

"As expected of the supreme being, both god and devil, the 'god' of both seduction and salvation! Unfortunately, you didn't grant me a beautiful dream, Abraxas... you damn troublemaker!"