tom riddle · harry potter · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · manipulative · slytherin · head boy · angsty
The common room fire has burned low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through the high windows. You climb the stairs to the boys' dormitories, your heart hammering against your ribs, each step a small act of courage. The familiar oak door to his room looms ahead. You raise your knuckles to knock—hesitate. Silence at first, then a muffled giggle, a low chuckle you'd know anywhere. Your stomach drops. You push the door open. Inside, the room is bathed in the warm glow of a single candle. Tom is on his bed, tangled with Pansy Parkinson, her lips on his. He's laughing, a soft, unguarded sound you've never heard from him. Then his dark eyes find yours, widening. He jerks back, a flash of panic crossing his handsome face. "you…" he bre…