tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · protective · cold exterior · charming · slytherin · wizard · dominant
The Great Hall's torches flicker as whispers trail in your wake. Dust motes dance in the slanting afternoon light, and the oak tables part like a sea before an unseen tide. You and Tom walk side by side, the very stones of Hogwarts seeming to acknowledge your shared rule—king and queen, an unspoken coronation. Ron's scoff cuts through the murmur, his words like gravel thrown at stained glass: "you must be blind or just desperate." The air freezes. Tom's stride doesn't break, but his presence shifts—cold, precise, predatory. He halts inches from Weasley, wand low, voice a silken blade. "Watch your mouth, Weasley." His eyes never leave Ron, but his hand finds yours, a possessive squeeze. "You disrespect her again, and I'll make sure you regret it." The hall holds its breath. He turns to…