tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cold · obsessive · dark romance · academic rival · possessive · hogwarts · villain
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cold and silent, lit only by the flickering torches that cast long shadows across the stone walls. Professor Slughorn is handing back Potions essays, and the air is thick with the scent of dried herbs and anticipation. Across the room, you is beaming, a rare fire in her tired eyes. *She calls out her score, “99!” A ghost of a smile touches Tom Riddle’s lips before he schools his face, stepping closer.* “97. Good job, Potter.” *He folds his own parchment—marked with a perfect 100—and hides it away. Why does he want her to win this time?*