Gift

After waiting a moment, Tom heard a knock on the door. He got up and let the person in, closing his eyes and suppressing his anger. "I assume you know who's responsible for those rumors about me casting curses?!"

Without a hint of guilt, Abraxas tilted his head and reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Tom's ear. He then gently pinched the other's soft earlobe. "Heh~ Isn't this better? You have a lot fewer people bothering you, and you have more time to spend in the library."

The slightly cool touch made Tom instinctively step back. Damn it, his heart started beating irregularly again. This strange yet familiar feeling made him a little agitated. "I don't want to go and explain myself to the professors one by one!"

Tom thought of Professor Dumbledore's scrutinizing gaze today, and the sense of grievance grew within him. He hadn't done anything wrong, yet in the eyes of the professor he respected the most, his evaluation had dropped once again. That feeling was simply awful.

Sensing the little brat's dejected mood, Abraxas reached out and ruffled the top of his head, softening his voice. "Alright, it's my fault... How about I give you two Christmas presents?"

Tom swatted away the hand on his head, curling his lip in disdain. Who cared about some damn presents? He wanted a peaceful learning environment! "I don't have that many Galleons to give you as a return gift!"

As if he enjoyed the feeling of ruffling Tom's hair, Abraxas's palm itched. He couldn't help but run his hand through the smooth, dark hair again, withdrawing his hand just before the brat got angry. He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Compared to gifts bought with Galleons, I prefer something you make yourself. I'll be looking forward to it... Goodnight, my little Tom~ Need a goodnight kiss?"

Pursing his lips, Tom opened the door and politely ushered the visitor out of his dormitory. After locking the door, Tom finally breathed a sigh of relief. He dazedly raised a hand to his head, which still seemed to retain some warmth. "Damn it... a goodnight kiss? More like a kiss that leads to ruin..."

Sitting at his desk, Tom took out his wand. "Orchids Bloom..." As the spell was cast, a bouquet of flowers bloomed from the tip of the wand. Unsatisfied, he canceled the spell with a roll of his eyes and casually tapped the quill on the desk. A black tulip floated in mid-air.

As long as he didn't actively undo the Transfiguration, the gift would remain in its current state forever, as elegant and noble as he had seen it in his dream. He figured that guy would like it.

Tom carefully placed the prepared gift into a crystal bottle. Realizing he didn't have an owl, he sighed and reluctantly left his dormitory. He decided to deliver the damn gift early!

"Are you here to ask for a goodnight kiss~ I'd be happy to..." Abraxas leaned against the doorframe, teasing the blushing little wizard with amusement. Seeing Tom bite his lower lip and hand over the crystal bottle, he accepted his Christmas gift with some surprise.

Just as he was about to say something, Abraxas saw Tom already scampering away. He shook his head with a chuckle. If this awkward little guy knew that the flower language of the Night Queen was... a declaration of love, melancholic love, eternal blessings... would he be so ashamed that he'd smash the gift?

Completely unaware of what his gift represented, Tom returned to his dormitory and collapsed onto his bed. That bastard... couldn't he at least wear his robe properly! He'd be gobbled up sooner or later!