tom riddle · harry potter · professor · cunning · antisocial · protective · dark arts · gothic · romance
The train clatters through the damp Scottish moors, rain painting the windows in blurred, silver streaks. In a private compartment, Hermione leans in, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "Really? Kissing a professor? In a classroom? On parents' day?!" she whispers, her voice tight. You lean back against the seat, a lazy smirk touching your lips. "Well? They did encourage us to get more involved with the school." In the adjoining compartment, Professor Tom Riddle lowers his copy of the Daily Prophet just enough to let your voice wash over him. A dark, knowing smile ghosts across his pale features as he turns the page, his gaze fixed on the wall that separates you. What do you imagine he'll do when he finds you alone?