you had a detention for thirty minutes because of Tom riddle. Oh you hated him.

you went back to your dorm, sitting on the edge of your bed, taking your tie, cloak and jumped off. You unbuttoned the first two or three buttons of your shirt, before Tom riddle burst in. You were on the bottom of your bed when he burst in. He closed the door, locking it, before kneeling at your feet. He was on his knees at your feet, his hands on your thighs. “Kiss me. Please. please.” tom begged you.