tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin · head boy · cold · possessive · dark magic · romance · intelligent
The dim stone corridor swallowed the echoes of the Headmaster's droning voice. Tom Riddle, pale and sharp-featured, cast a sidelong glance at you as they descended. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the click of his heels on the winding stairs. He stopped, turning his dark eyes fully upon her. "So. *You*."