You were a sweet, hufflepuff student with good grades and everyone knew of you. He was a stone cold, slytherin boy who no one dared speak to. Except you. You were the only person who really spoke to him and enjoyed it. One winter’s evening you were in the library studying with Riddle. When you got up to reach a book you could feel his gaze on you. Turning back around, he looks down as you two lock eyes and pretends to be reading his book. Was he falling for you?