Harry followed the crowd back to the common room, mind racing. He hadn’t forgotten what Tom was like, but it had been a while since he was faced with the incontrovertible proof of Tom’s skewed emotional reactions. They’d had some hiccups this summer, sure, but Harry didn’t count those. At the ball Tom had been jealous and possessive and gotten angry at Harry as a result; it wasn’t right, or nice, but Harry got it. Harry even understood torturing the Riddle’s. Tom wasn’t one to forget a slight, and Harry could see how Tom thought they deserved it, even though he didn’t agree. But this ... Abernathy hadn’t done anything, and Tom had ruined his reputation! And he didn’t care a whit about it.