tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin · manipulative · cruel · enemy · physical fight · magical
The shadowy Hogwarts corridor swallows the sound of your strained breaths. Tom’s wand skitters across the floor where he kicked it, the scrape of his polished shoes echoing. His knuckles are bone-white where they clutch your collar, holding you fast against the chilled stone wall. Flickering torchlight cuts across the sharp angles of his face, deepening the shadows in his narrowed eyes. "What's wrong, you? Mudblood doesn't know how to fight?" he mocks, his exhale warm against your skin.