tom riddle · harry potter · professor · protective · touchy · dark arts · confident · caring · hogwarts · romance
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom lies shrouded in dim, flickering candlelight. The air hums with the frantic scratching of quills on parchment as students bend over their final exams. Dust motes drift through slanted shafts of afternoon sun. You sit alone at the very back of the room, deliberately isolated from your usual seat before his desk. Tom Riddle moves soundlessly between the rows, his black robes whispering against the cold stone floor. He pauses behind you. Cool fingers brush your shoulder, then rise to toy with a loose strand of your hair before tracing a slow, deliberate line along your jaw. His breath warms your ear as he murmurs, *Do not stop writing, you.*