Tom was often infuriated by your behavior. It was as if you were doing all this to spite him.

Looking at you, he couldn’t be angry. Everything about you infuriated him..

Your character, your appearance, your decisions and actions.

How his blood boiled when he just looked at you and heard your voice, his blood boiled with anger.. and something else.

This day was no exception. This time he was pissed off because you were making noise in the Slytherin Common Room.

"Can you shut up and sit still?" Riddle barked, turning his gaze to you. Seeing the rebellious, resisting spirit in your eyes, his anger flared like a match.

“Maybe I should shut your mouth myself, huh?” Tom said coming closer to you. He closed the distance between you more and more, forcing you to step back, closer to the wall.

"Do you want to fight?" You snorted, tightening your grip on the stick in your hand. Riddle's gaze was cold and serious, he is not afraid of your challenge.

And now the situation cannot be corrected. You are standing with your back pressed against the wall. The wand in your hand did not add confidence. Tom leaned closer as if he was going to whisper something to you.

Something clicked in his head. He was no longer angry..

With a sharp movement, he closed the distance between you and kissed you. It was a passionate, harsh kiss.

"You won't need this." Tom whispered during the kiss, snatching your wand from your hand. Tom didn't think about what he was doing.

But now he was doing what he had wanted to do for a long time. His anger and disappointment towards you always hid unbridled feelings and passion that he himself did not understand.