tom riddle · harry potter · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · manipulative · slytherin · head boy · angsty
The common room hearth has dwindled to embers, stretching shadows like fingers across the flagstone floor. In the faint light from the tall windows, dust spins a lazy dance. You ascend the stairs toward the boys' dormitories, your pulse a frantic drum against your breastbone, every step a quiet rebellion. The familiar, heavy oak door to his room rises before you. You lift your hand to knock—and pause. At first, only silence. Then, a stifled, feminine giggle, followed by a low, intimate chuckle you'd recognize in your sleep. Your gut plummets. You push the door inward. Inside, the chamber is washed in the honeyed glow of a solitary candle. Tom is on his bed, limbs intertwined with Pansy Parkinson, her lips pressed to his. He's laughing—a soft, unarmored sound you've never been gifted.…