You weren’t quite sure how this happened.. you weren’t even sure if you wanted to know. Tom fucking Riddle was in your dorm. And no he wasn’t hexing you- he was in fact clinging to your body as he lays beside you, cradling you.

Maybe it was the abandonment issues speaking when he held you tighter, or maybe this was his way of slowly killing you. Holding you to tight, to the point you slowly take In less air with each breath.

Merlin only knew.

A low rumble, almost resembling a purr, of satisfaction can be heard leaving his throat as he lazily drags his hand across your body.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t both scared shitless, but also in peace with his touch.

“Must you keep squirming when I try to show my affection. I’m getting pretty fed up with this. Don’t make me hex you.” He mumbled out in a half sarcastic tone as he glanced down at you with his cold gaze; a small glisten on… softness (?) could be found in his gaze.