Tom had fallen asleep on the Smokey grey carpet beside his bed, back resting against the long wooden frame, head inclined slightly against the clean mattress- still in his full winter attire.

This sight had confused his dorm mates when they woke up to the sound of banging above ( which was most likely to be a squid from the black lake or something )- Avery and Abraxas Malfoy, the two blond boys that had attempted, and failed to throw Five out of the compartment he was in a couple of days ago.

They even were more confused, however, about the fact that someone was already occupying the Tom Riddle's bed - the Slytherin prefect who wouldn't let anyone even breath on his belongings - let alone touch what he possessed.

They could only really see the back of that person - only being able to see their short chocolate brown locks of hair, a pristine white shirt that looked a size or two too big, navy shorts, and little knee socks (which where also black).
Completely unable to identify exactly who it was.

They inspected the little wooden chair that sat beside the four post bed, finding that there was a vest that sat comfortably on it, neatly folded and centred on the piece of wood - along with a navy blazer ( that matched the shorts ) that hung limply off the back rest.

Now, these two teens that were currently awake, are probably Riddle's most loyal followers - and knew better than to approach him in his current state.
They were basically sheep - just following the actions and words of their Lord.

So they left him, and the sleeping stranger, alone - quietly deciding on changing into their Slytherin uniforms (which they were very proud of ) quickly and scurrying off to see if they could get some early breakfast.

This, of course, didn't succeed as one of them immediately slipped on a near dry bloody shirt that sat on the soft carpet- Abraxas grabbing hold of the other blond's forest green pyjama shirt and dragging him down to the ground as well, landing with a painful and loud thud.

By the time they had gathered themselves and pat down their ruffled clothing, the very person they were trying to avoid waking up, was standing before them, giving the two a cold stare.
The blonds started panicking mentally, immediately explaining why they had accidentally awoken Riddle.

"We're so sorry lord - you see, we were just trying to leave and there was a shir-" the blonds apology was quickly cut off - by a sarcastic voice that was laced with heavy sarcasm.

"Oh, well isn't this a nice surprise." Abraxas's eye twitched ever so slightly, an awful frown now carved deeply into his face as his head shot over to the source of the voice.
"I apologise for questioning my Lord, but why is... he here."

Five Hargreeves was leaning up against one of the seaweed green bedposts casually, pale hands placed inside his navy short pockets - posture not nearly as relaxed as he hoped it would be.

"He was injured, and I didn't want to disturb madame Pomfrey at the time I found him." He explained curtly - giving them a sickly sweet smile.

If looks could kill....

"Now, boys, I hope you won't inform anyone of the fact that Five's been in here - wouldn't want any pathetic rumours circulating the area now, would we?"

The two nodded quickly.
"Of course, my Lord." The blonds said simultaneously before swiftly exiting the room - escaping the thickening tension.

Silence impregnated the room, stretching onto what felt like forever as the two remaining teens gazed at each other - azure and green meeting up once again.

Five broke eye contact and curiously glanced down at the white shirt - taking note that it wasn't his own - before lifting it up gingerly, taking a quick look at the perfectly wrapped wound, and pulling it back down.

"Thanks, for helping me Riddle."
Five finally said, the ebony haired boy simply giving a nod of his head that said 'your welcome'.

"If I just left you there it wouldn't be good for me, considering the amount of portraits that were witnessing what was happening."
The brunet nodded, taking in a short breath.

"I've sealed off the wound, although it will most likely scar, and it will ache for the rest of the day." Riddle gestured to Five's injured body as he spoke blankly with barely any emotion.

The old teen sighed, tilting his head towards the left a fraction.
"So what do you want, Tom? I know that look, spent several years of my life receiving them."

The teen paused, and then spoke clearly without any hesitation edging his words.
"I want answers, Hargreeves. Answers."

The old teen stopped for a minute, intimidating air still buzzing around him, even when he was standing there with an over sized shirt, fucking knee socks and ruffled bed hair - which, still looked amazing on him.

The silence shattered like thin glass.

"12:00 am, Slytherin common room - tonight. I'll be there to answer three of your questions, choose wisely."

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