You and Tom Riddle, 'Proffesor riddle' as he was referred to by the other students, had been seeing eachother for a while. You weren't even sure if you were dating, but the two of you were the perfect match- he was a stoic man, and you? A perfect girl who always craved for someone older.

lately, you had let yourself go. You couldn't help it, in every one of his lessons you were either thinking about him or admiring him. He knew you were, but he hated that you were letting your grades slip because of it.

you were sat on his desk, late on the Friday night as he was marking papers and you insisted on being with him. You watched him mark the papers, his gaze not moving even as you stared at him. "C minus." he said suddently, snapping you out of your trance. He shook his head, putting down the papers with an annoyed look on his face. He put his hand on your knee, his cold rings against your warm skin. "how many times have I told you to start paying attention to your studies? You think I'll grade you a good mark just because we're dating, princess?" he snarled "pathetic."