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“And that explains why you’re out here instead of enjoying it,” you tease Tom, folding your arms across your chest.

He lifts his eyebrow and retorts, “Oh? What about you, love? Doesn’t this make you a hypocrite?” 

You scoff as you place your finger on his chest, pushing him slightly and playfully. “I needed some air, Riddle.” 

“So did I,” he says under his breath and reaches for a strand of your hair, then sets it behind your ear gently. Surprised by his action, you avert your eyes as heat begins to seep into your cheeks. You can smell a hint of mint and whiskey coming from him that has merged into his aftershave. So you focus on the calming scent. Tom lowers his eyes. “Got a tad bit tired after spending awhile looking for you.”

“You were?” You smirk.

“Am I not allowed to, y/l/n?”

You pat his chest twice. “Hm. You certainly are.”

His eyes linger, but a shout from the mansion seizes both your attention. “Hey, lads and gals! The 30 seconds countdown is beginning!”

“It’s the cue.” You grin. “Have you got any New Year’s resolution? Better grades? Wait, that you already have. Charisma? Well, that, too.”

He only chuckles.

“25, 24, 23...”

“May I ask you something?” Tom asks, out of the blue.

“18, 17, 16...”

“Yeah?”

“13, 12, 11...”

“Do you mind if I kiss you at midnight?” His dark brown eyes are fixed intently at yours, and you find yourself out of breath all of a sudden.

“6, 5, 4...”

“No,” you finally respond, “I don’t.”

“3, 2, 1! “

“Happy New Year!”

Tom leans in slowly, eliminating the distance between the two of you altogether. His lips taste like whiskey and honey, and you savor it. He cups your cheek with one hand while resting the other on your hip. You wrap your arms around his neck, immersing yourself into the moment. He breaks away to whisper in your ear, “You’re gorgeous. Not just for tonight.”

You shake your head, smiling. “If only I could put what I feel into words.”

“Then show it to me in a different way.” He suggests. His left hand is still resting on your hip.

You pull him closer, finding your lips on his again. “That should do it.”

“That should,” he smirks. “By the way, I did have a New Year’s resolution.”

“What is it?” You ask curiously.

Tom chuckles, “To have you be my girlfriend.”

You wink before heading for the drink table. You are uncapping the glass container when a firm hand scoops your waist towards its owner. Spinning around, your eyes met Draco’s blue-grey ones. A tinge of rage flickers in them, and you smirk. “Hello there.”

The white-blond boy does not respond as he hauls you away, leading you outside the room where the party is held. It is only when no one is around that he breathes, “What was that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you purr as he pins you against the wall, his hand tightening. You can smell him this close, a mixture of jasmine and crisp air. The first two buttons of his white shirt are unfastened, his pale skin slightly exposed. You drag a hand down his chest, and he holds your wrist with his free hand.

“They were all over you. I’m surprised that neither of them drooled over you.” Draco growls, glaring into your eyes before scanning your body as if he is checking if you are touched in any way. 

You still your body at his stare but incline your chin, “So? It’s not my fault that someone is actually interested in me.”

“How could you laugh like that with them?” You know he means the soft, sultry laugh you sometimes do subconsciously.

You shove him lightly, “I could laugh with whoever I want.”

He shakes his head, grumbling. “And you made no move to stop them.”

“Why do I need to stop them?” You taunt him as you know very well that it will hit his nerve.

As you expect, he snaps. “Because you’re mine, and you belong to me, y/n!” His eyes widen as he realizes what he has just said.

You scoff, “So possessive. Like a child jealous of a favorite toy.”

Narrowing his eyes, he retorts, “So what if I’m jealous of every second you were near anyone other than me?” His glare is almost too much for you as you shiver against his body heat. He darts his eyes to your lips, and you gulp, not knowing where to look.

“Why?” You croak, your voice suddenly hoarse. A strange sensation tingles in your lower abdomen. You don’t dare to move as he steps even closer to you, your bodies almost completely against each other.

“Because I want you bad. And you make it so hard for me to stay away.” He reveals, losing his grip on your wrist to sweep a strand of your hair from your face. Your back against the wall, you run your thumb over his lower lip. He wraps his hand around yours, keeping your fingers against his mouth as he presses a kiss on your knuckles. His other hand on your waist feels hot against your body.

“But you wouldn’t make a move until someone else does?” You ask, his warm hand against your cold skin. He begins to stoke idle circles on your waist.

He fixes his eyes on you like a predator hunting for a prey. The intensity in his eyes almost makes you grab his face and just kiss him. “They say you wouldn’t realize how much something means to you unless they begin to slip away.”

You pull your hand away just to cup it against his jaw. “You do mean something to me.”

It is all you need to say before he slams his soft lips against yours. He devours you, a hand tangled in your hair as the other moves to grip your hip. You hook your leg around him, closing the rest of the gap between the two of you. His hand travels along your skin, lower and lower and lower so slowly that you groan until he grabs your thigh that wraps around him, his fingers brushing the inner side, only making you wanting more. His tongue sweeps its way into your mouth, and you make room as he claims the space to himself. You stroke his jaw, the other hand resting against his firm stomach. He presses sloppy kisses on your neck, nearing your earlobe when he whispers, “What do you say that we take this to my dorm?”

You tease him as you pant slightly, “What about Collins and Kai? Collins will be disappointed that he’s not getting his drink.”

“Mention those two again and I’ll make you beg for it,” he grunts before sucking your neck in a way that will definitely leave a mark.