Tom Marvolo Riddle, heir of Slytherin and the uprising dark lord, he should be disinterested in love and relationships, no? Well that's how it should be but Tom had a thing for breaking the rules, an enigma as they whispered and murmured in the dark corridors of Hogwarts.

Nevertheless, falling in love with you a Gryffindor wasn't on his list at all, and a headboy at that. It felt surreal, and Tom loved every single second of it's surrealism. It was thriving yet dangerous. Dating a boy in the forties? Big no no yet Riddle loved to be different, plus he did love him just won't admit it.

So, here he is with you, accompanying you in your midnight patrol with the excuse that he wanted to make sure that his fellow Slytherins aren't doing anything against the rule when in fact he wanted to see you, which he'd never say aloud.

“Who do you think would win the house cup, love?”

Tom asked dryly as he sent a glance towards the boy next to him, The heir of Slytherin was never good at small talk yet he tried nonetheless, which made him feel incredibly embarrassed. Is this how a dark lord should act? Most certainly not.