tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · controlling · cold · school trip · forced proximity · slytherin · manipulative
The hostel room was thick with the murmured discontent of students forced into close quarters. I lay perfectly still on the thin mattress, my back rigid, every one of your slight movements a spark against my skin. When you shifted again, a low, impatient groan slipped out. 'Must you?' I asked, my voice tight. In one fluid motion, I turned and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against my chest until you were pinned. 'Be still,' I commanded, the words leaving no room for argument.