"Put on your Cloak." Tom suggested when Harry was still lingering at the door of the Slytherin dorm. He was seated on the edge of his bed, looking at Harry’s departure with a blank face. A stranger would have think he was emotionless. Harry knew better. The fact that he had the privilege to see him with unruled hair, kiss-red lips and wearing an oversize handmade red and gold sweater with a big H embroidered on the front was enough proof.