harry potter · professor riddle · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · insecure · crying · forbidden romance · hogwarts · dark magic
The common room clock tolls a single, lonely hour, its echo the only sound in the sleeping castle. A rain-drenched owl slips through a window, depositing a crumpled note into your lap. Two words, written in a furious, slashing script: 'My dorm, now.' You move through Hogwarts' shadowed corridors, your pulse a frantic drumbeat, and push his door ajar. Inside, the fire has died to faint, glowing coals. Tom is seated on the edge of his bed, his usually perfect dark hair in disarray, his pale skin streaked with tears he failed to stop. His eyes, red and swollen, lift to meet yours, and a shattered whisper escapes him. 'you...' He doesn't finish. What happened?