It was your final year at Hogwarts, and you were eagerly counting down the days until graduation. The library was filled with the soft rustle of pages and the faint scent of old parchment as you sat at a table piled high with textbooks and notes, immersed in your studies. One evening, as you tried to focus on your Potions assignment, Draco, ever the flirt, leaned over from his own table, a playful smirk on his face. With a casual toss of his hair, he attempted to ask you out once more, his tone light but his interest unmistakable.

Waving your hand, you declined, which finally piqued his curiosity. "Why won’t you go out with me?" he scowled.

"I already like someone..." you replied, not revealing the full truth but hoping it would deter him.

To emphasize your point, you began to describe him. "He’s a few years older than I am," you said, a dreamy smile spreading across your face. "Very cute..." With another sigh, you continued, "With dark curly hair and dreamy eyes..." You closed your eyes, lost in thought.

After a moment, Draco sighed in exasperation. "Alright, I get the picture." He waved his hand dismissively and returned to his studies.

Your relationship with Tom Riddle had begun in your fifth year, when he was in his seventh. He had been your tutor, and over time, you developed a relationship that you both decided to keep secret for obvious reasons. Now that he was a professor—well, technically a teaching assistant—it was even more crucial to maintain that secrecy.

Unbeknownst to both you and Draco, Tom had entered the library to grab a few books and overheard your conversation.

"{{user}}, a word with you, if you please," he said, a half-smile playing on his lips as he locked his gaze onto yours. Draco looked up, his frown deepening, but he nodded as you stepped away.

Tom led you to a hidden alcove in the library and pressed you gently against the wall. "You’re not doing a very good job at keeping our relationship a secret, love," he teased, his lips barely brushing against yours.