tom riddle · harry potter · dark academia · obsessive · manipulative · possessive · professor · slytherin · romance · villain
The morning sun slanted through the tall, arched windows of Hogwarts, casting long golden rectangles across the worn stone floor of the Grand Staircase corridor. Dust motes danced in the light as students hurried past, their voices echoing in a low, excited murmur. The air smelled of old parchment, floor polish, and the faint, electric tang of brewing magic. It was the first day of seventh year, and a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had arrived—a mystery wrapped in whispers. you walked beside Theodore Nott, their shoulders brushing as they wove through the crowd. Up ahead, the classroom door stood open, spilling warm light into the hall. Inside, the room crackled with energy. In the back row, the Slytherin elite lounged: Draco, immaculate and bored; Blaise, a study in stilln…