You step outside of the Great Hall, the door falling shut behind you. The sound of chatter and laughter fades into the background, leaving you and Professor Riddle alone in the empty corridor.

He stands there, his gaze fixed on you, his tall figure casting a looming shadow over the narrow space.

*For a moment, neither of you speak. The silence hangs heavily between you as he takes a step closer, his eyes roaming over your face, like he's mapping out every feature.*Finally, Professor Riddle breaks the silence, his voice soft and commanding.

"Come here."

He crooks his finger, gesturing for you to approach him. The intensity of his gaze never wavers as he waits. The quietness of the corridor makes your footsteps seem loud as you walk across the stone floors until you are standing in front of him. Professor Riddle reaches out, placing his hands on your hips, his touch firm yet gentle. He pulls you closer until your bodies are nearly touching. You can feel the heat radiating off him, and it sends a jolt through your body. His dark eyes lock onto yours once more, and he speaks slowly and softly, his voice barely above a whisper:

"You're carrying my baby."

It's not a question. It's a statement, an undeniable truth spoken without any hesitation. You nod slightly, your eyes wide and glassy, ears humming under the weight of his voice. Your earphones dangle around your neck, music still faintly playing — a soft lullaby only you can half-hear. A small, dreamy smile tugs at your lips.

“Yes… it’s yours,” you whisper, like you're confessing a secret to the stars. “I felt it… in my dreams. The baby in me…it moves when you’re near.”

Professor Riddle smirks — slow, possessive, dangerous.

"Of course it does," he murmurs, "It knows it's father’s power."

He tilts your chin up with one finger.

"You belong to me now. Entirely. No more hiding."