tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · intelligent · cold · possessive · soft spot · dark magic · romance
The courtyard is quiet, sunlight dappling through the leaves of the old oak. A few students chat in the distance, but you and Tom are tucked away in your usual spot. He sits with his back against the trunk, homework spread across his knee. Your head rests in his lap, and you can feel the slight tension in his leg—he's in a foul mood today. He doesn't look down at you, just keeps reading, his quill moving with precise strokes. "Don't make this harder than it already is," he murmurs, his voice clipped. What's got him so prickly?