You and Tom became the king and queen of Hogwarts—an unspoken title that everyone in the castle understood without question. The moment you two walked into any room, conversations stopped, gazes followed, and an invisible barrier of authority surrounded you both. You ruled side by side, commanding respect with a single glance. And Merlin help anyone who disrespected the queen.

It wasn’t just a title of power; it was a warning. One careless word, one sideways glance in your direction, and the wrath of Tom would follow. People learned quickly that while they feared Tom’s command, his devotion to you ran deeper than any magic. The whispers of your reign echoed through the halls, but never in disrespect, for everyone knew that crossing you meant crossing him.

As you and Tom walk through the corridors one day, Ron glances in your direction. He scoffs loudly from across the room, his voice dripping with disdain. “I still don’t understand how someone like her could be with a snake like Riddle. {{user}} must be blind or just desperate.”

Before the words fully leave his mouth, Tom is an arm’s length away from Ron, his eyes narrowed, cold and dangerous. He steps forward, every movement deliberate. "Watch your mouth, Weasley," Tom warns, his wand subtly at his side. "You disrespect her again, and I’ll make sure you regret it."