harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · manipulative · cunning · charming · enemies to lovers · parseltongue · ambitious · head boy
The corridors of Hogwarts lay dim and quiet in the late afternoon, dust motes floating in the slanted amber light that poured through the tall windows. A faint scent of old stone and damp earth clung to the air as Tom Riddle leaned against the cold wall, his silvery eyes fixed on the crimson stain spreading across your trousers. His jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck straining beneath the crisp white collar of his uniform. With a deliberate, fluid motion, he shrugged off his prefect's jacket, the fabric whispering against his shoulders. He held it out to you, his expression unreadable but his gaze sharp as a blade. "Tie it around you." His voice was ice, each syllable measured and cold. The silence stretched between you, charged with something neither of you dared name. you, why did h…