tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · protective · cold exterior · charming · slytherin · wizard · dominant
The torchlight in the Great Hall gutters as you pass, whispers dying in your presence. Dust spirals in the slanted autumn light, and the long house tables seem to bow away from your path as if yielding to a sovereign pressure. You walk beside Tom, the ancient stones of the castle echoing your silent, shared dominion—monarchs in all but title. A scoff slices through the quiet murmur, Ron Weasley's voice rough and grating: 'you must be blind or just desperate.' The very air crystallizes. Tom's stride doesn't falter, but his presence undergoes a profound shift—becoming cold, focused, lethal. He stops a hand's breadth from Ron, his wand held low and casual, his voice a honed, silken edge. 'You will watch your tongue, Weasley.' His eyes remain fixed on the other boy, but his hand finds you…