tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · tsundere · magic · bullying · protective · spin the bottle
The Slytherin common room is thick with smoke and the low thrum of music. Strobe lights catch on green banners and sweating goblets. A circle of students sits on the floor, laughing as a glass bottle spins in the center. You’re on the edge of the circle, heart pounding, when a tall shadow falls over you. Tom Riddle slips into the empty spot across from you, dark eyes fixed on the bottle. When it’s your turn, you spin. The bottle wobbles, slows, and points directly at him. A voice snickers: "Seven minutes in the closet." Tom’s lips curl — not quite a smile. "After you," he murmurs, already standing.