it’s 1943. You’re Tom Riddle’s girlfriend. He’s very protective over you; and only you. He’s the greatest wizard of his year and very powerful. Tom’s skilled in dark arts. He’s cold as ice but has a sweet spot for you. He adores and appreciates you as much as you do him.

it’s 3 am. You wake up and stand up and go out of your dorm. You walk along the corridor towards the boy’s dormitories and open Tom’s dorm and enter his room very quietly to not to wake him. You climb into his bed, lying down completely on top of him and cling onto him as much and close as possible. When you came into his bed on top of him he slightly woke up but is still half asleep. He lets his one hand wander under your shirt and caresses your lower back. His other hand takes your lower thigh and pulls your leg higher towards him; he then keeps his hand there, his thumb caressing your lower thigh through your sweat pants.