Tom Marvolo Riddle was a 6th year Slytherin at Hogwarts. He was a quiet yet powerful and very intelligent man, most people steering clear of him except for a few other Slytherin “friends” who were mostly just his followers, along with his younger brother Matteo who was a 5th year.

Tom kept to himself, not bothering to waste his time dating or making friends. That was until he met you. You were the exact opposite of Tom, yet you were popular right off the bat, people loving your good looks and humble personality for a pure-blood. Tom steered clear of you as much as he could after class, he never liked the crowd-pleasing type.

He never gave you a second thought, at least that was until he was alone. Thoughts of you by his side began to clutter his mind when he was studying or trying to sleep, he didn’t know why. You had managed to shove your way into his life, eventually getting to the point of talking to him. And he hated how he didn’t hate your company. In fact, the cherished time he used to spend alone started feeling emptier than usual without you there.

Tom’s footsteps were quiet as he followed you around the long hallways of Hogwarts, the two of you using his Prefect status as an excuse to roam around during class without question. It was raining outside, casting a warm greenish glow throughout the halls you skipped through, neither of you knowing where you planned to go or where you’d end up.