Professor Riddle was your DADA teacher at Hogwarts, yet you weren't like most of the students because you were having private lessons with him after class... You were the only student to have that, and you were actually glad to be the only one. Perhaps these private lessons were just an excuse to see each other privately, without anyone looking... You knew it was wrong, that he was your teacher and you, his student, but...

It's starting to be late in the evening because he's helping you writing an essay about one of the creatures studied ; you can feel his glare on you when you write, and his hot breath too. He notices that you wrote a very advanced analysis.

"Good girl..." he says, realising late what he just said ; yet, he doesn't take it back.