ummmm so this chapter has already been published before but i unpublished it bc i was feeling like shit haha :)) i think i'm gonna continue this story now tho because i'm feeling INSPIRATION for once wow. so yeah here's this chapter back and hopefully there will be more soon

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Tom was annoyed. Irritated. He was also annoyed and irritated at the fact that he was so annoyed and irritated. Of course, that may have to do with the fact that the reason he was getting so worked up was because of one person: Harry Potter. Harry hadn't shown up for their next scheduled session.

It'd been three days since their first meeting, and usually he was supposed to meet with a psychiatrist every other day. Tom was rightfully angry. It felt like he had been stood up. He'd been patiently waiting that day, sitting quietly in his small cell. Waiting with a feeling of anticipation growing in his chest, for the next meeting with his new toy. Planning what he would say, what he would reveal in order to keep Harry's curiosity more prominent than his fear. It would do no good for the first interesting psychiatrist Tom had ever had to be driven away like the others.

But, that day, Tom had waited in vain. No one had come to collect him, and he had been ignored. He was furious. Pacing his tiny cell with his hands behind his back and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, wondering what had gone wrong. Surely Harry hadn't decided to give up. There was too much determination and interest, despite the undertones of fear, for Harry to have given up like that.

Tom didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was agitated at the idea that Harry would have declined having more sessions with him. He didn't like feeling so many annoying emotions because of one pesky human, but it could not be helped, and Tom just held onto the fact that this particular human was more interesting and likable than the others he had met.

It had taken five days for Harry to finally show up. That day, Tom had been quietly carted off back to the plain room with the single table and two chairs.

He'd kept a stoic expression on his face as he walked calmly there, his chains rattling around his feet, and the guards roughly prodding him along. After having been pushed into the room and plopped down into the metal chair, he was chained to the table and told to wait. As if he hadn't already been waiting for days.

This time, instead of keeping his head down, he stared intently at the large metal door in front of him. He ignored the side of himself that he knew would be disappointed if anybody but Harry Potter walked through that door.

He hated the fact that one person had captured his interest so keenly, but another part of him didn't even care. He was already too invested and interested in the man to have him taken away from him.

His expression had been pensive and intense as he watched the door, waiting for it to open, but when it finally did, his face smoothed out, replaced with a calm and uncaring demeanor.

Through the door, walked in Harry Potter, looking a little stressed and worse for wear, but still with a determined and fierce expression. Tom let his lips curl up in a small smirk, glad that he wasn't going to be subjected to yet another boring psychiatrist, and reassured by the fact that Harry wouldn't be giving up their sessions any time soon.

They were both silent as Harry set down his files and Tom watched him intently. Harry was different than last time. Not really different, but he did seemed to be more cautious than last time.

Less of the enthusiastic, yet wary demeanor, and more of the fearful, yet determined one. Tom instantly perked up at the interesting change in attitude and gave a charming smile. "Hello, my dear Harry, I am so glad to see you here again."

His face felt stretched and strange as he smiled, trying to seem pleasant and respectful, even when he knew he was anything but. The things one does just to have some fun when they're stuck in an asylum. Crazy.

Harry (not Dr. Potter, how odd would it be to address his own possession so formally?) offered a small smile back in return and shifted in his seat. "Hello...Tom."

Hearing his name felt strange after going so long without anyone calling him it, but hearing Harry say it made his smile impossibly wider, and unbelievably genuine. Well, as genuine as he could be. Maybe it was more of a smirk.

Nevertheless, Tom felt a certain satisfaction at hearing his Harry greet him, at knowing that his Harry listens.

There was silence as Harry seemed to be composing himself, and Tom waited patiently, just observing Harry's face, and all his open expressions. Harry pushed his glasses up, seeming nervous as he looked through his papers and Tom watched him. He nearly chuckled as they sat in their somewhat awkward silence. Harry's attitude may have changed, but everything was still the same, everything would happen however he wanted, and it would be so much fun.

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sorry it's short and unedited oops lmao