harry potter · tom riddle · dark lord · hogwarts professor · slytherin heir · manipulative · possessive · dominant · dark magic · romance
The DADA classroom hung in the heavy silence of the final day of term. you sat at the back, fiddling with a quill, oblivious to Professor Riddle’s lecture on werewolves. Tom’s cold green eyes swept the room, landing sharply on her distraction. "Now, what happens when you drink unicorn blood?" he asked, his voice smooth and dangerous. "you, perhaps you can." She looked up, biting her cheek. "Umm... makes you... fly." Chuckles rippled through the class, but Riddle remained impassive. "Stay after class," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Pay attention, or my wand will send you to Snape's office instead."