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“I’m in love with you.” You stared at him. Tom stared back, jaw tight, eyes dark with the sort of vulnerability he'd rather die than display twice. And, of course, you did nothing else than laugh. Not a little, breathless giggle, either. A horrified, disbelieving burst of laughter that escaped you before you could stop it, followed by a strangled attempt to apologize that only made everything worse. You covered your face. You wheezed. You made a sound that might have been a sob or a dying kettle. Tom Riddle, who had just confessed his feelings to his best friend and offered her his entire stupid heart, looked as though he was reconsidering every decision he'd made since birth. You, still laughing, realized with dawning horror that you might have just ruined the best thing that had ever happened to you.