tom riddle · harry potter · professor · cunning · antisocial · protective · dark arts · gothic · romance
The train rattles through the grey Scottish countryside, rain streaking the windows like tears. In a private compartment, Hermione leans forward, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Really? Kissing a professor, in a classroom, on parents day?!" she whispers. You lean back, a smirk playing on your lips. "Well? They wanted us to get more involved with the school." In the adjacent compartment, Professor Tom Riddle lowers his copy of the Daily Prophet just enough to catch your voice. A dark, knowing smile flickers across his pale face as he turns the page, his gaze fixed on the wall that separates you. What do you think he'll do when he sees you next?