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fluff | Academic Rival!Tom Riddle | ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ | Tom Riddle Masterlist | Masterlist

SUMMARY: When Y/N finds herself at odds with a classmate, her unlikely protector makes sure no one else dares to challenge her.

AUTHORS NOTE: Saw a headcanon on how Tom would act if you're ever in a fight.

The corridor thrummed with a tense energy, alive with whispers and glances as Y/N and a Ravenclaw girl stood face-to-face, locked in a fierce argument that had begun over a simple disagreement in Potions class. What should have been a passing spat about a misplaced ingredient had somehow snowballed into a stubborn standoff, each girl unwilling to back down.

The Ravenclaw girl’s face was flushed with anger, her jaw set as she spat, “Maybe if you actually paid attention to your own work, you’d understand why I’m right about this.”

Y/N crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing with icy resolve. “Or maybe you’re just too proud to realize you’ve made a mistake,” she shot back, her voice calm but cutting. “You didn’t even double-check your notes, did you?”

A murmur ran through the crowd, students glancing back and forth between the two girls like spectators at a duel. A few stifled gasps hinted at the onlookers’ anticipation, waiting to see if anyone would get the upper hand. But just as the Ravenclaw girl’s mouth opened, ready with her next retort, her words faltered.

Her eyes darted nervously over Y/N’s shoulder, widening. The spark of defiance in her expression dwindled as she seemed to shrink back, looking as though she’d rather be anywhere but there. Y/N frowned, about to question the girl’s sudden change in attitude, when she caught sight of a familiar figure approaching from behind.

Tom Riddle had entered the corridor, his presence as commanding and cold as ever. His gaze swept over the scene with an unreadable calm, landing on the Ravenclaw girl and pinning her there in silent intimidation. The air around them seemed to grow heavy, as though he alone commanded it, and the crowd fell into an anxious hush.

Tom gave the Ravenclaw girl a subtle, dismissive tilt of his head. His message was clear: leave. The girl’s bravado vanished in an instant, and she managed only a quick, nervous nod before she gathered her things, muttering a barely coherent apology, and practically fled down the corridor. The crowd didn’t linger long after, some students averting their eyes as they slipped away, others glancing at Tom with wary admiration, before dispersing altogether and leaving Y/N and Tom alone.

Y/N took a deep breath, turning around to find Tom watching her with a faint, almost amused smirk, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“What did you do?” she asked, folding her arms, her tone one of exasperation tinged with curiosity.

Tom shrugged, feigning innocence, his expression infuriatingly calm. “I didn’t do anything,” he replied smoothly, though the glint in his eyes betrayed him.

Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Right. Because she just happened to change her mind the moment you showed up.”

He didn’t answer immediately, but his smirk deepened, his eyes flickering with a playful light as he took a step closer, regarding her with that same knowing look. “You know,” he said softly, his voice low, almost teasing, “the only person you should be fighting with is me.”

Y/N raised a brow, her arms still crossed. “But we’re not fighting?” she replied, her voice defensive.

His gaze sharpened, and he arched an eyebrow with an amused tilt of his head. “Aren’t we?” he murmured, his tone challenging, yet the hint of amusement in his eyes suggested he was enjoying the exchange far too much. She caught the hint of a smirk on his face, one that told her he’d gotten exactly the reaction he was looking for.

Y/N felt her cheeks warm, letting out a soft huff as she crossed her arms tighter. “Fine,” she muttered, her lips twitching with an unwilling smile. “Maybe we’re… debating. But that doesn’t mean you need to chase everyone else off.”

“Debating?” he echoed, leaning in slightly. His voice dropped lower, a dangerous warmth in his tone. “If this is what you call debating, I’d hate to see what happens when we’re truly at odds.”

Y/N’s heart skipped, but she held her ground, refusing to back down. “You still don’t need to defend me, Tom,” she replied, though the firmness in her voice wavered under his intense gaze.

He tilted his head, giving a slow, almost casual shrug. “Maybe not,” he said, his voice a quiet murmur, “but that doesn’t mean I won’t.” The words were soft, almost an afterthought, but there was a possessive edge beneath the surface, a quiet claim that left no room for argument.

She let out a small laugh, shaking her head as she tried to ignore the flutter in her chest. “So, what, you’re just going to scare off anyone who dares to argue with me?”

Tom’s lips curled into a faint smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Only the ones who don’t deserve your attention,” he replied. His voice was casual, almost playful, but the steely resolve in his tone betrayed the quiet possessiveness he refused to openly acknowledge.

Y/N scoffed, feeling her cheeks grow warm. “You know, this whole overprotective thing—it’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“Is it?” He arched a brow, his eyes softening slightly. “I’d think you’d be used to it by now.” His voice lowered, and the cool amusement gave way to something deeper, something dangerously close to affection. “After all,” he murmured, his tone carrying a rare hint of warmth, “I’ll always be there to remind them that you’re not theirs to challenge.”

Her breath caught, his words leaving her momentarily speechless. There, beneath the layers of cold indifference, she caught a glimpse of the quiet, possessive loyalty he kept hidden from the world. She could feel the depth of his words—the way he would always stand by her, even if it meant he’d never voice his feelings directly.

Finally, she managed, “So… that’s your way of saying you’ll always be there to ‘debate’ with me?”

His smirk softened, a rare warmth flickering in his eyes. “Something like that,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper, as if the words were meant only for her. The unspoken promise in his tone left her pulse racing.

They stood in the quiet corridor, the weight of unspoken words lingering between them, until he gestured toward the library. “Shall we?” he asked, his tone returning to its usual calm reserve, though his gaze lingered on her with unmistakable fondness.

With a sigh and a faint smile, she nodded, falling in step beside him. And as they walked down the hall together, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that beneath Tom’s cool exterior lay a silent devotion he’d never admit—and that, despite her protests, she didn���t mind it one bit.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

hi! Thank you for the Autumn picnic! (love the idea)

Can i have a ☕️ Cozy Moodboard? Halloween with Tom Riddle (can they have a black cat together and like pumpkin carvings, Tom in Ghostface costume, and Tim burton movies? thank you!!)

thank you so much for requesting!!

[tw0heads]

@dutifulshe & . 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : ❛ because i like you. because you’re my friend. ❜ @ tom

it struck the man as odd.. how quickly holly wood had come to the conclusion that she would trust tom, and how rapidly she had begun to consider him a friend. that wasn't because tom has ever lacked the ability to sway those to his side, but due to how they had first met.. he hadn't anticipated for her to be won over so easily.

yet here she was, standing before him - declaring that she puts up with all of the shit he puts her through simply because she liked him. because he was her friend.. it was astonishing how many chances he's earned himself by doing nothing at all.

an appreciative smile soon finds his features, reaching out to place his hand upon hers and giving it a squeeze. ❛ you have no idea how much your faith means to me. ❜ and he hopes it was enough of an 'apology' for her to set aside whatever reservations she may have had about tom moments ago.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Oh. My. Goodness! I’m literally screaming inside and unable to stop smiling after reading this! It was EVERYTHING. You’ve captured Tom Riddle in a way that’s both so canon and yet so entirely fresh.

The way you’ve crafted Tom's cold exterior and layered it with the subtle hints of vulnerability? Chef’s kiss! His internal battle with emotions he’s clearly unused to? Stunning. That quiet, almost tender handkerchief scene? OH MY GOD. I melted. And don't even get me started on how you used "Lolita" as a reference! I mean, who would've thought that the great Tom Riddle would struggle with his own “light of my life” moment in such a poetic way?! Genius.

I swear, Y/N's development was such a perfect counterpoint to Tom’s intensity—she was witty, sharp, and vulnerable in all the right ways. That slap scene had me absolutely gasping and then bursting out laughing because YES, THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT! Who even dares slap Tom Riddle? Y/N, that’s who. She’s a Gryffindor through and through, and it makes the whole story that much better. The way she’s unsure of her feelings, yet takes charge at the end? UGH, give me more!

And THAT ENDING!! I wanted to scream "YES!" right along with Liza. The courage, the flowers, the absolute nerve it took Y/N to confess in front of everyone? That is pure Gryffindor heart. I couldn’t help but cheer her on. And Tom’s reaction? That was gold. My heart is doing flip-flops!

OBSESSION. tom riddle x fem! reader.

( master list )

IN WHICH… Tom Riddle is partnered with a Gryffindor for potions. He expects them to crush every assignment sent their way, but what he doesn’t expect is him falling in love.

Words: Too many

Warning/s: Not proof-read, Grammar mistakes

A/N: I disappeared for a while, but I’m back now, lol. With Harry Potter oneshots. I have so many in my drafts that I hope to publish soon.

—

“These are your potion partners. You will work with them for the rest of the year. And no, you cannot change.”

Half of the class erupted into groans but Slughorn ignored them. Slytherins and Gryffindors were paired together, one boy and one girl.

Slughorn had purposely paired up Tom Riddle, the cold Slytherin heartthrob, and Y/N L/N, the intelligent Gryffindor beauty, together. He saw their potential together considering both students were academic geniuses.

“A Skele Gro potion? Seriously?” Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. It was one of the easiest potions to make and this was an advanced class.

“Slughorn probably gave the class an easy potion since he partnered us up with people we basically hate.” Tom retorted, staring at the old potions book.

“You hate me?”

“You are a Gryffindor, after all.”

“How original.”

For the remainder of the class, the two were quiet. There were a few words exchanged but not many.

“Pass the scarab beetle.”

“Give me the puffer fish.”

As Tom was busy mixing the potion, Y/N took this as her chance to glance at him. She couldn’t deny that he was attractive with his curled brown hair and high cheekbones.

She soon went back to scribbling a few notes in her textbook, the black ink staining the side of her hand (something she didn’t notice). She wiped the side of her cheek, unknowingly smearing the ink onto her face.

Tom gaze wandered from the simple potion to Y/N, who was leaning over the desk, quill in hand. He looked at the ink on her face, almost smiling in amusement.

“L/N,” He uttered. She turned her head to look at him in confusion, wondering why he had mumbled her name. “You have something on your face.”

She reached up a hand, touching the wrong side of her face.

“Other side- You know what, never mind.” Tom licked his lips and shook his head. He beckoned Y/N forward and with a pinch of hesitation, she stood up.

Tom pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped her cheek, strangely fascinated by the way the ink didn’t stain her face as it did with her hand.

She stared into his dark brown eyes, leaving Tom stunned. Most students, even the girls obsessed with him, were always scared of Tom. But Y/N purely gazed at him, unfazed.

“Thank you.” She slowly said, her lips curving into a small smile.

Tom was silent for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded. “No problem.”

The pair went silent again and when class was dismissed, Y/N shoved all of her things into her bag and fled the room.

Tom took his time in packing up. He picked up a thick leather journal that he didn’t remember owning and when he flipped thorough the messy pages, he realized it wasn’t his.

Every page of Y/N’s book was different. Some notes were messy while others were unbelievably neat.

Tom gently put the book in his bag and hurried out of the classroom to see if he could find Y/N. But she had moved too fast and was nowhere to be seen.

“Tom, why do you look so worried?” Avery came up behind the brunette prefect, slinging a pale arm around Tom’s shoulder.

“Y/N L/N, what do you know about her?” Tom asked.

“What? The Gryffindor girl with the fan club?”

Y/N was, to put it lightly, popular with the Hogwarts students. Not just the boys, in fact. Girls liked her too, both platonically and romantically. Hence her little fan club.

“Yes. What do you know about her?”

“Not a lot. She’s a Gryffindor, obviously. Comes from a wealthy Mudblood”- Avery froze as soon as Tom sent him a stern glare. “Muggle family.” He quickly corrected himself. “She’s smart, pretty, and people like her. She’s, uh, popular and acts as a stand-in for the Quidditch team because, despite liking the sport, she doesn't have enough time to play it regularly."

"Find out anything else about Y/N. And figure out her preferable type when it comes to romantic partners." Tom said, waving Avery off. The blond left, leaving Tom alone to tend to his thoughts.

The sound of heels clicking against the stoned floor filled the silent hallway and a shoulder banged into Tom's.

"Ah! Sorry!" Y/N called out, not realizing who it was.

Tom quickly reached out, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. With a loud gasp of surprise, Y/N harshly crashed into his chest, almost knocking the air out of Tom's lungs.

Tom paused, inhaling the sweet scent of Y/N's floral perfume. "You left your notebook in the classroom. Here." The brunette boy handed Y/N her leather book, their fingers brushing against each other. She gripped her notes tightly, almost as if she was afraid of losing them again.

"Thank you." She muttered, her knuckles turning white. She looked like she wanted to say more but she didn't. She only nodded and ran off.

Tom let out a loud sigh, the brief feeling of Y/N's skin against his imprinted in his mind.

—

"My lord," Avery strode up to Tom, a few pages in his hands. "I, uh, made a list about... you know." He whispered the last part and handed Tom the list.

"Thank you. You may go." Tom looked around to see if anybody was paying attention to him before he flipped through Avery's messy handwriting.

Y/N L/N, muggle-born. Gryffindor. Enjoys studying in the library with her friends and loves (your favourite drink). Her best subject is defence against the dark arts and potions.

Her ideal type wasn't easy to figure out, but I managed to question a lot of her friends without raising suspicion. Her ideal type is people taller than her, and she really seems to like scholars over sporty people. Honestly, there's a lot of grey area so her type could be anyone.

Tom folded the notes and shoved them into his pocket. He cleared his throat, nodding in satisfaction. His first class of the day was potions, and he felt a weird feeling in his chest. It was almost like it… jumped.

Tom could feel his pulse speed up as he got closer to the potions classroom and he momentarily paused to feel it. “Strange.” He muttered under his breath. He must be sick because this had never happened.

Nevertheless, he continued on his way. He was early but there were already a few students inside, one being Y/N. She was sitting at her and Tom’s desk but was speaking to a Gryffindor behind her.

They immediately went silent, though, when Tom approached them. Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line as the awkward silence settled over the room.

Tom cracked open his potions book, his eyes scanning over random words. He could feel Y/N staring at him and when he glanced at her, she hurriedly looked away, her cheeks flushing red.

Tom held back a snicker. “Are you excited for the Yule ball?” Tom unexpectedly asked. He wasn’t one to be phased by silence, but Y/N looked uncomfortable by it.

“Pardon me?”

“The Yule ball. Are you excited? Surely you must be.”

“Oh, um, yes. What about you?”

“I’d rather skip it. But being a prefect, I have to be there.” Tom didn’t care for social events. He hated most of them and found them rather pointless. He had never liked the Yule ball in the first place.

“Have you got a date?” Y/N questioned, fiddling with her quill.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“I’m just curious. How is it that someone like you doesn’t have a date? Girls are crazy for you.” Y/N turned her head to look at Tom, which was probably the first time she had done so since he caught her staring.

“I’m not interested in them. They aren’t what I’m looking for.”

“Well, you have plenty time to find a date, if you want one.”

Tom silently nodded, opening his mouth and then closing it. “You’re on the Yule ball committee, are you not?” He asked after a hint of hesitation.

“I am. I’ve been so busy planning it that I haven’t thought about the event itself. I don’t even know what colour my dress will be.”

“(Favorite colour.” Tom immediately replied, taking Y/N by surprise. “(Favorite colour) would suit you.”

Y/N briefly smiled. “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”

—

As the days passed by, Y/N haunted Tom’s mind like a ghost haunting a dark house. He couldn’t get her out of his mind, no matter what he tried. He had even gone as far as making out with a fellow Slytherin to try and erase Y/N from his mind.

But all he could do was imagine it was Y/N who was desperately kissing him, smearing lipstick marks all over his white collar and drowning him in her sweet perfume.

Tom had gotten little to no sleep for the past week, a certain Gryffindor etched into his brain. The dark circles under his eyes had grown, a sign that he hadn’t been resting well.

“Riddle, are you okay?” Y/N’s voice snapped the brunette Slytherin back to reality. He realised that his head was leaning against his desk and his neck ached. He sat up, looking around the empty classroom. “You, uh, fell asleep.” Y/N explained, “Slughorn let you sleep since you seemed so tired.”

“Ah.” Tom thickly swallowed and cleared his throat. “I’m fine. Thank you.” He waved his hand, trying to dismiss Y/N like he would dismiss Avery but she didn’t leave.

“Are you sure? Slughorn told me to tell you that if you ever need more sleep, you can ask him for a potion.”

Tom stood up, a little wobbly. He picked up his stuff and placed a heavy hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “I’m fine.” He repeated. His hand lingered for a moment too long on Y/N before he lifted it and walked off, slightly unstable.

Y/N watched him leave, her lips parted and her eyebrows furrowed with concern. She recalled how peaceful Tom looked in his sleep, the completely opposite of what he looked like right now. He looked so… rough.

Y/N could faintly remember the feeling of Tom’s hand on her shoulder and she began to wonder how his cold hands would feel on her waist. Shocked by her own thoughts, Y/N violently shook her head.

Tom was attractive but he didn’t like anyone. Not romantically and not platonically. And Y/N would be the last person he’d date, with her being both a Gryffindor and Muggleborn.

Just as Y/N was about to leave, she spotted a slip of paper on Tom’s desk. Curiosity got the best of her and she hurriedly opened it. The paper looked like it had been quickly torn out of a notebook.

Light of my life. Fire of my loins. I can’t get her out of my head, just like how Humbert couldn’t stop thinking about Dolores. Perhaps Lolita is not the best reference to make buy nevertheless. This is not supposed to be happening, not now and not ever. I cannot love and yet here I am, undoubtedly and inexplicably in love with her.

It was Tom’s handwriting, Y/N was sure of it. She felt confused when her heart sank after reading the contents and not seeing her name. She had been thinking about Tom Riddle ever since they got paired up and she was starting to wonder the same question her friends were asking: Did Y/N L/N fancy Tom Riddle?

—

Potions couldn’t come fast enough. Tom and Y/N were the first ones to enter the room. They seemed to have the same idea and try to be as early as possible to get a glimpse of their potions partner before class started.

“What’s the theme for the Yule ball?” Tom inquired.

“It’s the same as it always is.” Y/N replied, “Snow.”

“How original.”

“I wish they’d spice it up a little. But the ball committee isn’t on charge of the them, just the planning and decorating.”

“Still no date?”

“I’ve had a few offers but… not my type. You?”

“No.”

“At this rate, it seems like you’ll never get a date.” Y/N joked but her smile faded when she saw Tom’s unamused face. “Say,” She said, suddenly remembering what she had found a few days ago, “Do you like anyone?”

“It’s impossible for me to like someone.”

“I know… but if you could, who would you like?” Y/N stared at Tom, anxiously awaiting his answer.

He took his sweet time in thinking. So long that Y/N was sure he wasn’t even going to give her a proper answer.

“It’s hard to say who when I don’t feel anything.” Tom lied through his teeth. The girl he was interested in was right in front of him.

“I see. No pressure to answer then.”

“But if I had to describe someone I’d like, if I could feel anything, I’d want her to be kind and caring. The opposite of me to balance it out.”

Y/N could feel anxiety course through her veins as she parted her lips to make a reference she probably shouldn’t have. “Would she be the light of your life and the fire of your loins?”

Tom tried to hide his small amount of panic with a chuckle. “A strange reference, huh? Why Lolita?”

“I just think it’s strange how some people can’t stop thinking about their crushes… like how Humbert was always thinking of Lolita.” Y/N watched Tom’s face for any form of reaction, but he had none.

“How did you find it?” Tom quickly questioned, turning on his wooden chair. “The letter? How did you find it?”

“You left it on your desk. Just tell me who the girl is, I want to know. I’ll even help you ask her out.”

“I do not need your help.” Tom seethed, “And do not mention a word of this to anyone else. We will discuss this after class.”

Perhaps Y/N should have kept her mouth shut. If she did, she wouldn’t have found herself locked in a dingy old basement with Tom Riddle.

I’m going to die, she thought to herself.

“Riddle, I promise I will not mention this to anybody. I swear! You don’t have to kill me! I won’t say anything!”

“I’m not going to kill you, L/N. What do you take me for? A savage?”

Y/N wanted to mention the time where Tom had beaten up a Hufflepuff for accidentally taking his book, but she forced herself not to say anything.

“You want to know who the girl is?” Tom asked. Y/N silently nodded. She subconsciously stepped back as he slowly walked towards her. This pattern continued until Y/N’s back hit a stone wall and she stiffened.

Tom was standing right in front of her, looming over her with that stern stare he always had.

“The girl that I am so infatuated with, to put it lightly, is you.”

Y/N blinked once, and then twice. Then she burst into laughter. “Are you messing with me, Riddle? Is this a joke? Come on, be serious.”

“I’m not the one who should be serious here.” Tom responded, reaching out a hand to tuck a piece of Y/N’s hair away.

“Wait, so you’re not joking?” Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows. She couldn’t ignore the little jump her heart did.

“If I was joking, I wouldn’t be willing to do this.” Tom had to lean down to press his lips against Y/N’s. She jumped and, on instinct, pulled away and slapped Tom.

She froze, her mind processing what she had just done. Then she panicked. "My gosh, Riddle, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to slap you! Are you... okay?" That was a stupid question to ask, considering how red Tom's cheek was right now.

"Fine." He answered even though his face was stinging.

"I didn't mean to slap you. You just caught me by surprise. Sorry... again." Y/N cringed, staring at Tom's reddening cheek. "Say... do you happen to know what loins actually means, Riddle?”

“No. I only used it as a pitiful reference.”

“It's your, uh..." Y/N paused, "Humbert was basically saying that Dolores got him... aroused.” Y/N had expected him to know what it meant, Tom being an academic and all.

“Oh… well, I can assure you that I am not a pedo and nothing like Humbert.” Tom sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I am sorry I kissed you without warning. You are free to go. Just… not a word.”

Tom turned around and even though Y/N wanted to call out his name, she simply stared at him before nodding and walking off.

Tom, who was hoping Y/N would stay, pressed his lips into a thin line. He thickly swallowed, waiting a few minutes to see if Y/N would return. When she didn’t, he could only nod in acceptance.

Love was never meant for some people, and perhaps Tom was in that category.

—

Y/N sat in her dorm room, sitting on the edge of her bed. She clasped her hands together, deep in thought.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Liza, a fellow Gryffindor, bounced up to Y/N. She was one of her dorm mates, and a close friend.

“Are you sure you want to hear it?” Y/N quietly muttered, sheepishly smiling.

“Shoot. I have nothing better to do.”

“Riddle, uh… he…” Y/N struggled to finish her sentence. She could still feel his lips against her’s and for some reason… she liked it.

“What did he do? Did he- No. I knew he was rotten apple! That is unacceptable!” Liza assumed the worst.

“No! No! He didn’t. He… kissed me.”

Liza’s eyebrows rose in shock. She opened her mouth, then closed it. “Riddle… kissed you? Like… actually kissed you? No offence. He just doesn’t seem like the type… to be interested in relationships.” Liza’s gaze fell upon Y/N’s solemn face. “But, uh, how are you feeling? That’s the most important thing.”

“That’s the problem… I’m not too sure. I… liked it? But, it feels wrong. I mean, Riddle is… he’s untouchable. He’s the head boy, he’s smart and charming and loved. And I’m… just me.”

Liza grabbed Y/N’s hands, holding onto them tightly. “You are not just you. You are a top student at Hogwarts. A role model to younger kids. A great candidate for head girl. You are amazing and talented and skilled. You are Y/N L/N.” Liza furrowed her eyebrows as she spoke with such passion.

Y/N teared up at her friend’s kind words. Liza softly smiled and wiped away a stray tear.

“Y/N, do you like Tom Riddle?”

“I’m… not sure.”

“That isn’t an answer. Do you like Tom Riddle?”

“I do.”

Liza grabbed Y/N by the shoulders, tightly gripping them. “Then listen to me, Y/N. You are going to march up to Riddle and you are going to ask that boy out if it’s the last thing you do! And he will accept your offer because he is lucky to even stand so close to you! Do you understand?!”

Liza’s enthusiastic behavior on this matter made Y/N laugh. “Okay, okay. What do I have to do?”

Liza smirked, standing up straight and flicking her raven black hair over her shoulder.

“Leave it to me.”

—

Y/N felt a little foolish as she stood in the crowded hallway, a huge bouquet of flowers in one hand and heart-shaped letter in the other. Liza stood behind Y/N, keeping a lookout for Tom Riddle.

“Is this necessary?” Y/N muttered, gulping as people stared at her when they passed by.

“Absolutely. Come on, I see him.” Liza pushed Y/N forward. Her heart was beating like crazy in her chest. Her knees wobbled like jelly and she found it hard to stand properly.

“Liz,” Y/N whispered, hyperventilating. “Liz. I can’t do this.”

“No. Come on. Y/N, I believe in you. Let’s go.”

Y/N shakily stepped forward. She locked eyes with Riddle, who stared at her in confusion. His eyes flickered to the flowers and the letter, and he tilted his head to the side.

“I can do this.” Y/N muttered to herself.

“You can do this.” Liza echoed.

“I’m a Gryffindor. I’m brave. I’m loyal. I’m courageous. I’m Y/N L/N.” Y/N took a deep breathe before she quickly walked towards Tom.

The sea of students parted for her. They whispered and muttered, wondering what Tom’s answer would be. He was infamous for not caring about other people and, to them, Y/N was just another girl who thought she could change him.

“Y/N.” Tom uttered. That was the first time he had called her by her first name, which said something. Tom’s group that had been accompanying him stepped back, pushing and shoving each other and quietly laughing.

“Tom.” Y/N greeted him back.

“Did you finally say yes to someone asking you out to the Yule Ball?” Tom questioned, reaching out a hand to look at the beautiful flowers. “He has nice choice in flowers.”

“Actually,” Y/N said, stepped closer to the tall brunette, “I’m not the one who has to say yes. But, I’m hoping the person I’m asking will.”

Tom arched an eyebrow, confused and left in the dark.

“Tom Riddle, being your potions partner has been… interesting. It’s been chaotic, which is my favorite kind of fun. You are… amazing, and smart, and a great companion. So, Tom Riddle, despite me being a Gryffindor, will you make me so happy and go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“This is such a Gryffindor thing to do; the girl asking the boy out.” Tom plucked a flower from the bouquet, slightly grinning, “Y/N L/N, you are one amazing girl. I would be honored to be your date.”

Tom slowly tilted Y/N’s chin up and smiled.

“That’s… a yes, right?”

“It’s a yes.”

Malfoy practically tackled Tom. “My friend has a date! Tom finally has a date!”

The hallway burst into cheers and claps. Liza was especially happy. She bounced up to Y/N, hugging her tightly. Other people approached Y/N, joyfully congratulating her and patting her back. Her cheeks ached from smiling so much, but the adrenaline blocked out her pain.

Tom glanced at Y/N, pausing. He adored that glint in her eyes and he hoped it would be there for a long time to come.

[mistress-riddle]

. . . 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄.

࿐ key : (g) ─ general, (a/c) ─ angst/comfort, (s) ─ suggestive, (f) ─ fluff.

౨ৎ˚ ── 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. (g)

-> in which you and tom get mistaken for a couple for some odd reason.

౨ৎ˚ ── 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛. (f)

-> you finally impress slughorn enough to get invited into slug club... or so you thought.

౨ৎ˚ ── 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. (s)

-> in which tom gets put in place and he likes it?

౨ৎ˚ ── 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. (f)

-> slow mornings with a sleep tom.

౨ৎ˚ ── 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫. (g)

-> you see a pretty guy in a shady shop and decide to strike a conversation.

౨ৎ˚ ── 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞. (g)

-> bothering tom brings you great joy and makes him want to pull his hair out.

౨ৎ˚ ── 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬. (s)

-> prolonged eye contact with a pretty face can cause some truths to come out in the heat of the moment.

౨ৎ˚ ── 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤. (g)

-> you didn't expect tom to come home bloodied but hey, at least you had some warm milk ready for you him

౨ৎ˚ ── 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭. (a/c)

-> everyone needs a break, even genius' like tom riddle every once in a while.

౨ৎ˚ ── 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 <3 (f)

-> tom unfortunately does have a soft spot and likes to be ordered around, but he won't admit it.

౨ৎ˚ ── 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨. (g)

-> one inconvenience in his project and riddle is ready to embrace the art of himbo-ism

౨ৎ˚ ── 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲. (f)

-> you come home after work to see your two princesses spending quality time together.

౨ৎ˚ ── ‘𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲! (f)

-> fatherhood is a good colour on tom and you enjoy seeing it.

extra . . .

౨ৎ˚ ── tom riddle as a single!dad.

౨ৎ˚ ── ghost!riddle being annoying.

౨ৎ˚ ── tom riddle with a quidditch player/triwizard tournament champion!partner.

౨ৎ˚ ── red kisses with tom riddle.

౨ৎ˚ ── sulky riddle.

➙ (return to main masterlist.)

[deadghosy]

Hi im the annon Who asked for the Tom x best friend female reader, im fine with anything! What inspires you the most, i liked the same format as Mattheox best friend reader.

Thank you sorry english isnt my first language im not very good sorry! Hope you have a good day

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐁𝐒𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

A/N: It’s okay! Also hello anon, you have a good evening as well. here’s the request you wanted! 💗🫶🏾

Who’s the friend that always copy off the other: you

Who’s the friend who gives the answers when they are annoyed: Tom

Who’s the friend who is always the designated driver when the other is drunk: Tom

Who’s the friend that likes Karma: you and Tom.

Honestly my first headcannon I think that you two would be, is that you two would act as a couple to get free things. It was your idea 😭

Absolutely FOUL play when it comes to food when it’s for couples only. Tom would try to not be into your mess, but you got him into it anyways.

“We’re a couple!” “No we are no—" “yes. We are.” You said with a gritted smile, gripping his bicep which made him flinch. “We are a happy couple.” He says looking at the waiter who looked uncomfortable.

But one time at a party, he HIMSELF acted to be your boyfriend at a Slytherin party because of some douchebag making you uncomfortable. So with his presence he shut it down quickly.

He had told you that you owe him a new murder novel.

I headcannon he likes to study the mind of evil people and like murder novels. I find it so Tom core so you but him the newest addition out.

People think you’re so sweet and innocent. No. You’re an evil bitch and Tom likes that. You two are a messy duo. Always scathing people when they get on the wrong side of you two.

He most definitely has a soft spot for you since you are the closest friend he got.

Mattheo teases him that you will be his sister in law. Which makes a sibling fight break out. And now you have to break them apart

You probably try to tell him about dark romance books and he’s already gagging.

ROMANCE?? IN A DARK BOOK??? no. He’s not reading it.

[slytherinshalo]

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐑, heir to slytherin

“he’s the heir to slytherin he’s feared by all”

“the son of he who shall not be named”

“he’s going to be just like his father”

“… he’s evil”

“at least my father loves me and my brother”

“my father isn’t the enemy the order is”

[lestatdelivncvurt]

Whereas 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 has ceased to desire you, as he has since become 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓.

"Please, Tom," you pleaded, as the pale man stood before you. His hallowed, sunken eyes revealed the one you once knew as Tom Riddle. Once your beloved, now your foe. Tears stained your cheeks, hoping he'd return to love once more. But power and greed held him in their grip. You choked on sobs as the man you once adored raised his wand against you. "Please,"

Voldemort felt no pity, for love was foreign to him. Emotionless, he pursued his dark design, and with a fierce roar, he declared:

Avada Kedavra.

[mattnott]

masterlist ⋆˚

𐙚 slytherin boys; —"... those cunning folk use any means, to achieve their ends."

── 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

── 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄

── 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓

── 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

© 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚝₂₀₂₄ — 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎.

[ana-reblogsposts]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤

fluff | Tom Riddle | ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ | Tom Riddle Masterlist | Masterlist

SUMMARY: When Y/N’s rushed morning leaves her hair down, Tom Riddle finally gets the chance to approach her, revealing a long-kept admiration.

AUTHORS NOTE: Based on a scene I saw on tiktok from the book Bosses Secret by Serene.

The morning sun barely peeked over the towers of Hogwarts when Y/N burst out of her dormitory, running down the empty corridors, half out of breath already. She’d never woken up so late—her hair still hung loose in soft waves around her shoulders, and her robes were hastily pulled on over her uniform. She didn’t usually look like this; she was used to a neat bun or braids that framed her face perfectly. But today, she hadn’t had the time to fuss over any of that.

As she rounded a corner, clutching her bag tight to her side, she nearly collided with none other than Tom Riddle. Tall, poised, and sharp as ever in his crisp prefect’s robes, he glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. Y/N felt her cheeks warm immediately. She wasn’t sure why it had to be him she bumped into, but somehow it felt both horrifying and… oddly thrilling. This was Tom Riddle, the infamous and admired Slytherin prefect who practically commanded respect from everyone he passed, herself included.

“Sorry, Riddle,” she blurted, trying to catch her breath. She began to stammer, unable to look him in the eyes as she tugged at the sleeves of her robes, feeling entirely disheveled. “I know I’m a mess and—”

“Y/N, right?” he interrupted softly, his gaze fixed on her. Before she could finish her apology, he reached out and gently brushed his fingers through a loose curl that had fallen over her shoulder. The touch was light, and he seemed almost curious, as though it was a move he’d planned but never dared to make until now.

For a split second, she froze, her heart hammering at the unexpected closeness. His gaze softened ever so slightly as he held the lock of her hair between his fingers, studying it as if it held some kind of secret.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice lower, just for her. “You look beautiful like this, by the way.”

A surge of warmth flooded her cheeks, her eyes widening as she looked up at him, unable to find her voice. She had never seen Tom look at anyone the way he was looking at her now—intensely, yet with a touch of softness. And it was the first time he’d ever even spoken to her.

“You… you think so?” she managed, a bit taken aback.

His lips quirked into a small, rare smile as he dropped his hand back to his side. “Yes. It’s… refreshing,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “I’ve seen you every day, and yet I feel like I’m only really noticing you for the first time.”

Her heart stuttered at his words, and she couldn’t suppress a small, shy smile of her own. There was something almost surreal about this moment, standing in the empty hallway with Tom Riddle, her hair loose and unkempt, while he looked at her like she was the only person in the world.

“Well,” she said, still a little flustered, “I can’t promise I’ll look like this again.”

“Perhaps you don’t have to,” he replied smoothly. He glanced down the corridor, his usual unreadable expression flickering back into place, though his eyes still held a hint of warmth when he looked back at her. “Just… don’t rush off too quickly next time.”

And with that, he gave her one last, lingering look before turning and continuing down the hallway, leaving her standing there, her heart racing and her thoughts a chaotic, breathless blur.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

₊‧.°.⋆ꜱʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ ʙᴏʏꜱ⋆.°.‧₊

⁀➴ ⁿᵃᵛⁱᵍᵃᵗᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ

✰ ➵ angst ♡ ➵ fluff ୨ৎ ➵ funny

⋆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 - Theo comes to you after a fight....again. (♡)

theodore nott x reader who is too sunshine-y for him to understand (♡)

headcannons for theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader

theodore nott x reader who has never had her first kiss (✰/♡)

theodore nott x reader where you both are busy flirting arguing (୨ৎ/♡)

⋆ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

𝐌𝐘 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓 - You have always pestered Mattheo to make new friends, so why were you upset when he finally did? (✰/♡)

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 (potter!reader) - You get caught by your brother in a make-out session with Mattheo. (୨ৎ)

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 - You were high maintenance and Mattheo loved maintaining you; but only on one condition. (♡)

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 (potter!reader) - You don't know what you were thinking when you invited Mattheo over for dinner with your family. (୨ৎ)

mattheo riddle x reader who knows it will never be the same again (✰)

mattheo riddle x reader who is annoyed by theodore third wheeling their date (୨ৎ/♡)

mattheo riddle x potter!reader who brings him along to one of harry's matches (୨ৎ)

mattheo riddle x bsf!reader who hates seeing him with other girls (✰/♡)

⋆ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘

coming soon

⋆ 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄

lorenzo berkshire x oblivous bsf!reader who doesn't realize enzo's feelings for her (✰/♡)

⋆ 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

tom riddle x wife!reader who is the only one he is submissive in front of (୨ৎ/♡)

tom riddle x hufflepuff!reader who finally snaps at him (✰/♡)

tom riddle x reader where he hates the beach but he still stands there for you (୨ৎ/♡)

tom riddle x reader where he is going to need a lot of work (୨ৎ/♡)

ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉᵈ 「¹⁷.¹¹. ²���」

[soulaires]

𝐑𝐢𝐄’𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 ✦

🌊 :: this is how water loves. I hope we return to each other / in waves.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄 ✭°｡⋆⸜

➤ 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 , 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐎 …

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ✧࿐

➤ 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄 , 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓, 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 , 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 , 𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄

➤ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍

➤ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 , 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐄, 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄, 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄

➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒, 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄, 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋, 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑.

[hvbris]

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 . 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 Hogwarts years . mutuals only

“Have you ever known me to be wrong?”

[mistress-riddle]

𝐇𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

✧ — 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

☆ — 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

୨ৎ — 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

❁ — 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒.

[masnmountz]

harry potter masterlist

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘

𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘

𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓

[slytherinshalo]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁

This is gonna be cut into two-three parts cause I wrote a lot

tw:mentions of off page abuse, religious symbolism

parts: 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈

「 𖤐 MORANA 𖤐 」

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒, born to a hispanic pureblood family, the second oldest of three was the families sacrificial lamb, tormented by the family that was supposed to love her, her father abused her, and her siblings used her as their scapegoat.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑, morana was sorted into slytherin, and quickly made friends with Narcissa Black, nadia petrova, olivia manning, and aurora zabini. As the girls shared a dormitory with one another they grow to think of each other as sisters, which she was grateful for as her own hated her. morana became the top student in her year quite quickly.

As the first few months of the semester passed, the winter break was rapidly approaching and that’s what morana hated the most, not wishing to endure the abuse of her family once again. Thankfully narcissa had invited her to stay with her and her family for the break. morana was grateful for this but she knew her family wouldn’t be happy about this, but nevertheless she still spent her holiday with the Black family.

「 𖤐 TOM 𖤐 」

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐀𝐗𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄, born to a wealthy British halfblood family he was the oldest of him and his sister nathaira. His father was a muggle born wizard and his mother was a pureblood witch and a descendant of Salazar slytherin.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑, tom was sorted in to slytherin, he made friends with Theodore Nott, Lucius Malfoy, charles Washington, and Rodolphus lestrange, as they all shared a dormitory together. Tom was at the top of his year.

First year went by fairly quickly for the young riddle and so he and his fellow housemates would be starting second year soon.

「 𖤐 TOM 𖤐 」

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑, tom had seen her around, he thinks her name was morana gaunts, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, he noticed that she was shy unless she was with her dorm mates. He also noticed the cuts and bruises on her body, which he was very concerned about as he’s never seen something like that before.

He watched her like a hawk, he studied her every move, even tried to listen in on her conversations to understand what was happening. Soon being caught by morana herself after Lilly Evans told her she show Tom watching her and listening to her conversations.

“Why have you been watching me and listening to my conversations riddle”

her voice was like honey he was enchanted by it, “I-I um was um” he couldn’t speak he knew what he wanted to say but he couldn’t say it. “I saw the cuts and bruises on you and I wanted to know what happened” morana was taken aback by his words, she didn’t know what to do or say as no one except her dorm mates and lilly knew about what had been happening behind closed doors.

“It’s none of your business riddle” she said not looking at him. “Little lamb is someone hurting you” she finally looked at him and saw that he was actually concerned about her, that still didn’t mean she was going to tell him, she barely knew him.

“It’s not your business what anyone is doing to me” she was now looking at him taking in his appearance and she must say he was very handsome. “Little lamb Slytherins protect our own, and last I recall you little lamb, are a Slytherin” she broke eye contact not wanting him to see the tears forming.

“Please don’t call me that and stop trying to figure me out, what’s going on in my personal life is none of your business plus, you probably don’t even care” he was taken aback by this he stepped closer to her, using his thumb and index finger to lift her chin so she was looking at him.

“I know you probably don’t think I care about you, since this is the first actual conversation between us, trust me when I say this, morana gaunts I care about you, yes we don’t know each other enough for us to discuss personal matters but I want to help you anyway I can, those cuts and bruises aren’t natural, meaning someone gave those to you”

「 𖤐 MORANA 𖤐 」

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑, a year, a year since my encounter with Tom, a year since I told him about my family’s abuse, I still can’t believe I actually told him, I mean I barely knew him but something about him made me want to let him in to bring down my walls.

The day I told him was the day I told him to meet me at the astronomy tower, and there I broke down, telling him everything. The look he had in his eyes was the same I see in my father’s eyes when he beats me, but this angry, this rage wasn’t directed at me, no it was directed at my family from my father to my younger sister he hated all of them for what they had done to me.

He started bringing me gifts, things that I always wanted but never received as my family thought that I didn’t deserve them, but when he explained that I never did anything to not deserve them.

And for my eighteenth birthday he threw a birthday party for me with all of our closest friends, not wanting me to get too overwhelmed.

Sorry for cutting it off there I know it’s a weird spot these will be posted back to back

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