Chapter Fifty Six- Catch Me

I awoke to someone licking me. I blinked my eyes open, and almost jumped at the big brown dog standing on top of me.

I giggled, and tried to shield my face, from his slobbery kisses. His nose sniffed around my hands, trying to move them. Then he lay down on top of me.

I gasped for air as he was crushing my lungs. "Ow Timber you're not a lap dog"

Tom chuckled from the bathroom door. I gaped at him. He only had boxers on. I had missed his perfectly toned body much more than I thought. All of the indentions in the skin showing were muscles were. His hair was sparkling with water droplet signaling that he had just taken a shower.

He walked over to me and pushed Timber off me, letting my lungs obtain some amount of breath before he sat on me.

"Ugh!" I tried pushing him off me, as he laughed "I'd rather have the dog!"

He jumped so that he was hovering over me. "Oh I think that I can match up" Then he attacked me with kisses on my neck, cheeks, nose, and ears.

I laughed. "Okay, okay! I'd rather have you... just not crushing me!"

He smiled down at me. "Get up and I'll make breakfast" Then he was gone, disappearing into the closet.

I smiled and stretched in the bed, before standing up and going into the bathroom to see if my clothes had dried yet. They had and I put them on, and then walked down stairs to the smell of something amazing.

I rounded the corner into the kitchen and quickly saw Tom standing over the stove.

"So is this how it's always going to be? You cooking?" I asked leaning on the entry way to the kitchen slightly frowning.

He looked over his shoulder smirking "We both know that you can't cook baby"

"I can cook some things!" I said appalled, standing straight; defensive.

He looked amused "Yeah like what?"

"Like...like" I looked around the kitchen trying to think "Like toast!" I said with attitude, putting my hand on my hip bone.

"It's not that hard to make toast, but I would expect even you could burn toast" He said looking back at whatever he was cooking, it smelled like eggs.

"I do not burn toast, I'll make some right now" I said stubbornly walking over to the breadbasket, un twisting the bread, letting two slices fall into my waiting hands.

He chuckled "Go right ahead princess"

"I will" I said matter-of-factly. I grabbed the two slices of bread and popped them into the toaster.

I turned around, leaned against the counter and crossed my arms waiting. I taped my foot impatiently. Tom tried to hide his smirk.

Timber whined at my feet. "Hmmm? What?" I asked him, looking down at those big brown eyes.

"He wants to go outside" Tom said brushing off his hands "I'll do it"

"Oh no no no! I'll do it, don't strain yourself" I said sarcastically, already heading for the back door.

He held his hands up in surrender chuckling "Okay" then he turned back to the food.

I opened the door and Timber went out running wildly to somewhere behind the garage. I shut the door and walked back into the kitchen humming slightly.

"Uh Cassie?" Tom said hesitantly.

"What Tommy Boy?" I asked, and then looked in the direction of the toaster, with steam coming off of it, I groaned and rushed over to it, and yes of course the toast was burnt. I held it in my hands frowning at the blackened piece of bread that was crumbling between my tight fingers.

Tom kissed my cheek "So you weren't meant to be a cook. Big deal" He shrugged.

I threw the stupid burnt toast in the trash and stomped over to the stools sitting down in one of them grumbling.

"Aw come on Cas. It's not like you had anyone to teach you how to cook" He said

I looked up at him shocked that he just said that, tears starting to form in my eyes clouding everything.

He shut his eyes tight and slapped his forehead "What am I going to do with me big mouth" He mumbled to himself and then came over to me leaning over the counter taking my chin in his hand. "I shouldn't have said that I'm sorry" His eyes were truthful and I didn't want to start fighting again.

I nodded "It's just your right, she died before she could teach me how to cook" I tried smiling. "It's fine"

"Still it was harsh and I'm sorry" He said letting go of my chin and putting some of my curls behind my ear.

"Really its fine" I said, wanting to change the subject.

He frowned a little sighing and went back to cooking.

I heard a scratching noise of some kind, it was annoying. Kind of like when someone puts nails to a chalk board.

Tom whipped his hands on a towel then threw it down on the counter heading for the back door. "I swear if that dog scratched the window-" He didn't finish. Tom opened the door, but didn't let Timber in. He walked outside blocking Timber and kneeled down examining the damage to the window. "Ugh, it's not that bad" He caressed the glass with his fingers tips, as if it would whip away the tiny scratches. He stood up and walked back in the house letting Timber bolt in after him.

Well Timber bolted right up to me and jumped, or at least tried to jump, on my lap causing the stool to wobble and the legs slipped from underneath, causing the whole stool to tip and fall over. It created a loud crashing sound that echoed off of the tile floor.

Tom rushed over almost slipping on the floor.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" I told him sitting up. Timber was still trying to get to me but Tom kept pushing him back. I looked down at my elbow and saw a huge gash in it, red crimson liquid dripping from it. "Okay I'm not" I groaned. Tom pushed the stool away, it scraping the floor, and grabbed my arm gingerly examining it.

I sniffled trying not to cry. It hurt, really bad. This wasn't just some paper cut; it was about a three inch cut. It wasn't too deep...or at least I didn't think it was.

"Oh" Tom frowned "Come on let's get it cleaned up" He lifted me up like a baby, wrapping his arms under my legs. I weakly put my good arm around his neck.

Tom stood up and scolded Timber, who had his tail in between his legs "Bad dog". I sighed "Ow" as Tom was just standing there.

"Oh right" He walked into the down stairs bathroom and set me on the sink's counter gently. Then he opened the cabinet searching for a first aid kit.

I cradled my arm close to my chest, whimpering.

"Shhhh" Tom hushed me, opening a bottle of disinfectant. I whined.

"It needs to be clean Cas" He said dabbing some onto a white cloth.

"But it stings" I said holding my arm closer to my chest.

He reached out for my arm, and I flinched away from him."Come on Cassie" He said annoyed.

"I don't wanna" I said trying to scoot back farther on the counter- it didn't work.

"How about you let me clean your arm, and then" He shook his head trying to come up with something I wanted "and then I'll get you some candy?"

My eyes glowed, but then I glared. I hadn't had candy in awhile...I wanted the candy.

He smirked as I held my arm out for him. He first whipped the stupid white cloth on the cut. I whined and shut my eyes tight at the stinging that occurred, and he winced.Then he put and band aid on it. He leaned down, and brushed his lips lightly over the bandaged cut. "Better?" He asked.

I hoped off the counter. "Yeah its better" I answered and reached on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

We walked back into the kitchen to find that he burnt the eggs, steam coming off of the pan. I laughed tauntingly and sat back down on the stool, once I turned it over.

"I wouldn't have burned it if I was in here" He said glaring at the eggs as he pushed them down the garbage disposal.

"Cereal it is" I smiled, still loving the fact that he burnt breakfast.

He opened the white cabinet, and grabbed two light blue bowls, then he opened the drawer and obtained two spoons. He set them in front of me then went to the refrigerator and grabbed the milk and Coco Puffs.

I smiled at them as he took a seat next to me. "Dan?" I asked

He rolled his eyes "How did you guess?"

"That boy loves chocolate" I giggled and poured some into a bowl along with the milk.

After I finished I washed the bowl and spoon, then checked my phone for the time. "Well we burnt two breakfasts, scratched a window, I'm injured, and all before eleven in the morning" I shook my head "And they say we don't live on the edge"

He laughed "it's been an interesting morning" he commented putting another spoon full of cereal in his mouth.

I sighed "Yeah well I better get going"

He started coughing like a maniac. "You're leaving? Why are you leaving?"

"Well I have errands to run...I would do it during the week, but I don't have any time during the week"

"What type of errands?" he asked

I leaned my forearms on the counter. "Well I am in desperate need of a visit to the grocery store, then I need to go to the bank, and I was going to swing by the library...my book collection is faltering" I frowned.

He stood up fully recovered of his coughing fit. "I'll just go with you, if that's alright"

"Well it's going to be a pretty boring day" I commented. I didn't have a problem with him coming, but the thought of him actually wanting to come kind of blew my mind. Now see I bet if I asked him to come he would have blew me off for something totally ridiculous.

He smiled over at me, as he placed his dishes in the sink, "A day with you is never boring"

I blushed.

We spent the day together. First we went to the bank, then we spent two hours at the library (I knew that he was bored the entire time, but at least he didn't complain and pretended to be interested), Then we went out to lunch, and finally we went to the grocery store and then back to my place.

The whole time felt weird though. We still had a lot of things left unanswered. What were we? I mean of course we were more than friends, but had we only just crossed the line that signals boyfriend and girlfriend? Were we boyfriend and girlfriend? I was so confused. One second we would be arguing about something unimportant, and then the next he would open doors for me and hold my hand. It makes no sense to me.

He helped me bring in the grocery bags and set them on my small round kitchen table. "Well that was an uninteresting day" I commented, placing stuff in the refrigerator.

Suddenly his arms were round my waist lightly. His warm breath brushed across my ear, sending chills down my back. "Well were going to have to make up for that tonight" he said seductively. He tightened his arms pulling me closer, and gently nibbled on my ear. My grip on the yogurt started to slip. I couldn't think straight, with my breath coming out in rasps. His lips traveled down to my neck, and he wasted no time going directly for my sweet spot making me drop the yogurt with a slight moan.

He smirked and released me, shaking with laughter.

I tried to catch my breath, as I turned around and glared at him, slapping his vibrating stomach.

I huffed and roughly picked up the yogurt throwing it in the refrigerator, then slamming the door shut so that the kitchen magnets shook threateningly.

I stomped away from his laughing exterior as his laughter echoed through the apartment, but he grabbed my hand lightly making me turn around facing his almost tearful eyes.

"What's the point of being here if I can't have a little fun?" He asked his laugh dying down.

I slid my tongue out dramatically still glaring daggers at him. He chuckled and stuck his tongue out mocking me, before he nipped it.

"Ugh!" I said outraged, yet loving the feeling of his smooth teeth on my rough tongue. I walked into my room, still half mad, and half embarrassed. I absolutely positively hate the affect he has on me.

"Cassie" He whined following after me as I took off my jewelry and placed it in my jewelry box neatly staring in the mirror. "Come on it was a little laugh"

"You were mocking me" I said gently shutting the jewelry box and moving towards my bathroom.

He rolled his eyes still following close behind me. "But you're easy to mock"

I turned around sharply fake laughing . He leaned on the door casually, smirking. "Hey I love the fact that I can turn you on so easily. I am Tom Felton" He said defensively.

I rolled my eyes turning on the sliver faucet above the bath tub. "Well Thomas Andrew Felton needs to leave now"

"Leave?" He asked straightening up, eye brows creasing together with worry.

"Just go watch TV or something" I ushered him out with my hands.

His eyes softened, and then filled with curiosity "But why?"

"Because I am going to take a bath" I said waiting for him to move the last few inches so that I could close the door.

"Want some company?" He asked smirking yet again.

I leaned up against the door smirking "Like your getting to see any of this"

He, very dramatically, sighed and turned his head walking out of my room. I smiled with satisfaction and closed the door, beginning to strip.

Once the bath was filled to the top I gently slid in. The change in temperature sent goose bumps on a frenzy.I sighed and closed my eyes. It had been a very stressful few days. It wasn't so stressful anymore, but more like fearful. I didn't want him to leave again, I didn't want these fun flirtation schemes to end, as much as I gave him crap about them...I loved them. It meant that he wasn't getting tired of me, which I feared he would one day. I sighed sinking under the bubbles.

I slowly resurfaced after about forty five seconds. "What are you doing?" His voice asked.

I jumped, creating the bubbles to slosh from side to side. "What are you doing?!" I shrieked making sure bubbles were covering the essentials, as he walked over and sat next to the bath tub. "There is nothing on TV"

"That doesn't mean you can come and watch me!" I said.

He rested his chin on the marble frowning "But I'm bored"

"Just give me ten minutes okay?" I asked.

He whined, but got up and left.

That night was very, very annoying. He was by my side the entire time, never leaving, almost like a leech. Not that I didn't love having him here with me, spending the entire day and night with him, but sometimes I need some personal space, which he failed to give me once. He just kept talking and bringing up conversations, I barely had time to breathe.

I woke up the next morning still exhausted, yet almost happy to get out of the house.

"Where are you going?" He groaned into a pillow, as I walked around my room.

"Have to go to work" I simply stated, getting ready.

"Call in sick" he mumbled. His eyes clenched closed as I turned on the bright light, because I couldn't find my left shoe.

"Can't" I said as I found it under the bed and slipped it on.

He groaned, flipping over.

"I get off at five and then we can do whatever you want" I said walking out my bedroom door, not wanting to hear his complaints anymore.

"Bye" I shouted as I closed the door to my apartment.

"So how was coffee?" Sarah asked, smirking as she walked in hanging her purse up on the hook.

I shrugged "Well the coffee went bad, but were back together...I think"

"You...think?" She asked confused flopping into her chair.

"It's complicated" I stated my face crunching up with confusion.

"Complicated? Elaborate" She ushered

"Well you see I forgave him and all of that, and I still love him and he loves me, but there are just a lot of problems. He wants us to go back to the way we were, even though he won't force me to, and I just want things to- I don't know, be easier on me this time I guess. So I don't really know what we are"

"You have a weird life Cas" She commented flipping through some paper work.

I smiled brightly "Yeah I know"

"Hey guess what?" Sarah said scrolling on the calendar on the computer screen.

"What?" I asked bored.

"We only have to work today and tomorrow" She said

"Huh? Are you sure?" I asked, leaning in front of my computer searching for my digital calendar.

"Yeah, I'm sure...looks like they hired someone new"

The calendar expanded on my screen and in fact a new name was written on the calendar...Hannah, hmmm.

"Interesting" I stated idly.

"Very" she commented.

"Thanks, you have a nice day" I said towards this really nice old lady that brought in her three cats (how sad) as she walked out the door and a certain bleach blonde head walked in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Tom as he strutted in. "More importantly how did you get here?!" He didn't have any way of transportation, since the newly fixed Demon was at his house.

"Well Taylor knocked on your door, wanting you, but instead she got me wearing very few items of clothing. She had absolutely no problem giving me a ride after that" He tried to hide his smirk. I shuddered at what she must have thought.

"Well you can't be here" I stated trying to shoo him off before Sarah came back from her break.

"Why?" He pouted.

"Because you distract me" I answered then found that that was totally ironic.

"I distract you huh?" He asked excitedly almost hoping up and down.

"I think we established that last night" I answered.

He smiled knowingly off into the distance.

"You can't be here" Sarah said walking back to her computer.

He raised his eye brows at her, and smoothly slid over to her side of the counter and smiled dazzlingly. "Really and how are you doing baby?" he asked her flirtatiously wiggling his eyebrows. Man he was getting desperate.

"One I have a husband, two your way too young for me, and three you really can't be here" She said without even looking at him very uninterested.

Tom scoffed "Well I have a future wife" Then he smiled at me.

My heart jolted a little bit, just at the thought of living the rest of my life with Tom. I quickly recovered and walked over to my purse, searching for my keys.

When my fingers finally wrapped around the silver, I threw them at Tom, who was caught off guard but still managed to save them from the floor.

"I will see you later" I said turning back to my paper work.

"Fine" he mumbled, and solemnly walked out the door.

At four he was back though with Timber panting by his side.

I had heard the annoying ding from the back signaling that a customer was here, and since Sarah was a tad pre occupied at that moment I walked to see Tom leaning on the counter smiling.

I sighed looking at him sadly. "Why are you here?"

He coughed "Well I would like a routine check up on Timber" He smiled smugly.

I rolled my eyes and organized some of the files that were spread around over mine and Sarah's desk, back into their proper places. "There is nothing wrong with your dog except that maybe he thinks that he is a lap dog."

"Do you ever leave?!" Sarah asked annoyed as she walked back around the corner. Tom to her was a fly that you could try to swat but would never leave, it would always find another way too annoy you. Tom wasn't usually like that, but the only times that she has seen him, he has acted that way. She had never met normal Tom. That freaked me out...his behavior scared me, it wasn't Tom...I don't know what it was.