Being a prefect was what you had always set out to do. You had the highest marks in all of your classes, and always wanted to be the best. You were.

However, being a prefect meant that your nights were dragged on as you had to patrol the Hogwarts grounds. It was a little fun, deducting points from students out of their dorms after hours. But it was tiring. And by god did it drag on— there was a lot of ground to cover.

You weren’t alone, Tom Riddle— the Slytherin prefect was accompanying you on tonight’s patrol. He didn’t talk much, if at all. He always kept to himself. He was emotionless, everyone thought he was a robot or mute, in-fact the only person you had ever seen him talking to… was yourself.

Throughout your patrol with Tom it had been fairly quiet apart from the occasional small talk. But he continued to look at you— full on stare at you. It was every time you turned your head to look at him… he was already looking at you. Staring at you, every inch of you.

“Stop looking at me… like that.” You snapped after catching him with his eyes still on you.

“Like what?” He quipped back almost immediately, his voice was low, and his eyes were still on you. They roamed from your feet all the way up to your eyes. The pair of you had stopped in one of the hallways.

“Like…” You paused trying to find the correct words to explain his gaze. “Like… i’m dinner.” You rolled your eyes.

Tom paused, a touch of a smirk tipping up his lips. It was rare seeing him show emotion. His gaze never wavered from your eyes as he spoke in a low voice. “Maybe i’m hungry.”