*PLASE NOTE!! This fic is to NOT have any specific face claim, so feel free to imagine yourself or another face claim!

"I will leave you if your not ready by the end of term. I don't have time waiting for you." Tom threatened as she rolled her eyes and pushed off him.

They laid on Tom's bed, clearly the biggest bed out of the others in the room. Must be the advantage of being the heir of Slytherin.

"Fuck you to Tom" she said as she threw his shirt at him as he surprisingly let out a chuckle that made Anastasia's legs weak. Instead, she walked out and tried to straighten her messy hair with her hands.

She numbed into a hard chest making her stumble back a bit as she belt her head at the strong hit.

She looked at the person and scowled. "Watch where your going," she huffed and went to walk up to the girls room until he held her arm.

"Wait–"

She slung her arm out of his grip, pissed. She looked at him, not recognizing him to be in Slytherin at all. She arched a brow as she studied him head to toe. He wore a Slytherin tie though. In all honesty, she really just wanted to sleep.

"Look–" she began. "I don't know who you are or why you are talking to me. But I find it stupid that I have to talk to somebody that really doesn't interest me the slightest." She sent him a mocking smile as she crocked her head to the side, waiving at him.

She turned around to walk back to the girls dormitory.

But soon again he heard his voice. And it made her stiffen and turn around to face him with a wide glance.

He stood there, rubbing his hand on his black hair awkwardly. "My name is Oberon Silverthorn," he took some steps forward. "and I'm your suitor."

Anastasia let out a scoff, shaking her head refusing to believe him. "You're lying," she tried. It almost heard like she was trying to reassure herself rather then him. It looked like Oberon didn't want this either based on his facial expression. He had a sad smile on his lips, standing tall and very awkward, trying to look at anything but her.

She soon realized that she should've talked with respect and felt the guilt come soon. She sighed and rubbed her head. Her head was pounding after all that.

"Look—I'm sorry okay? I just–" she closed her eyes. "I just never wanted to marry, and now my father is forcing me to,"

Oberon sat down at the empty couch in the common room, running his thighs. He looked out of the windows. "Well, neither did I." He mumbled quietly.

Anastasia felt like an asshole right now. She didn't want this, that they both did know. But he didn't want this either. Her thought drifted towards Tom who had no idea of what was happening. She shook her thoughts off him and sat down gently beside Oberon.

She studied him. "So, Oberon Silverthorn. How come I have never heard about you from your cousins that go here?" She asked, trying to lift the heavy tension. It worked and Oberon seemed to relax and let down his shoulders.

"Well, eh, they don't usually talk about me." he only said, making sure his sentence ended with a dot. Anastasia got the message and went silent once again.

Oberon stood up, scratching his head. Anastasia arched a brow. Was purebloods usually this awkward?

"Why don't we take this over a drink in Hogsmeade tomorrow? I can explain more then."

She was confused. What was there to talk about? It seemed like Oberon noticed her confusion and only shook his head at her.

"I give you my word I will explain," he looked at the floor. "that is something I will have to tell you tomorrow however."

Anastasia nodded and got a smile that didn't reach his eyes in response. She watched him leave and she finally let herself breath. She hadn't realized she had held it in. Gods. She closed her eyes.

What was Tom going to say to this?