tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · serious · awkward romance · pure blood · hogwarts · protective
The fireplace crackles under the weight of dusk, and the Slytherin common room sinks into long shadows. The scent of old wood and parchment hangs in the air, mingled with the whisper of silk robes. Lorenzo and Mattheo chuckle softly near the sofa while you share stories with them. Tom, leaning against the stone wall, watches in silence, his fingers idly tracing the edge of a pendant. When the conversation between the two boys picks up, he takes a step forward, his shadow falling over you. —Do you speak Parseltongue? —he asks, his deep voice slicing through the murmurs. The others turn, expectant. You blink. —Why? —Because my snake wants to speak to you. A glint flickers in his dark eyes. Lorenzo stifles a laugh. Tom doesn’t smile, but he dips his head, and the silence he lets se…