Tom Riddle was a Slytherin prefect, always focused in class with excellent grades and a reserved and quiet attitude. He was known for being rather intimidating and not talking to anyone, simply alone and cold but he liked it that way.

You were a new student to the Slytherin house, only being here for a month and Tom riddle had caught your eye and surprisingly you had caught his bit he told no one and he kept it to him self, never smiling or having a happy expression on, his face was always hard and cold...but with you he was talkative, like you opened something up in him but he didn't want to believe it so sometimes he pushed you away, he pushed everyone away.

You were currently in your dorm, rolling around in bed, groaning from the lack of sleep you had but you couldn't even close your eyes. You soon found yourself in front of Tom's door, debating whether to go in or not but you finally did, wearing your pyjamas and holding your wand in your hands with a small light so you could see clearly.

"Tom?" You whispered, seeing him laying in bed but he groaned at the sound of your voice. He rolled around for a moment before opening his eyes and looking up at you, his black hair a mess as his tired eyes scanned your from head to toe. "What?" He asked groggily, his eyes flickering up to meet yours.