tom riddle · harry potter · professor · possessive · secret relationship · forbidden romance · slytherin · intelligent · jealous · academic setting
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the darkness of the DADA professor's quarters. Papers are scattered across the oak desk, a quill resting beside an ink bottle. The only sound is the scratch of nib on parchment and the soft crackle of the fireplace. You're curled on his lap, your head against his shoulder, breathing in the faint scent of old books and something distinctly him. Tom Riddle's hand stills on a page. 'you,' he sighs, the word a low warning, 'your grade is slipping, again.' The air thickens, waiting for your answer.