tom riddle found himself dependant on you. and he absolutely despised it.

if it were up to him, he’d have terminated the professional relationship in one way or another. unfortunately for him, you held one of his prized secrets above his head; the knowledge of his family. his repulsive muggle father and his witless mother were something he’d only discovered in the years prior, and he’d kept his heritage (other than his pureblood lineage from salazar slytherin) a close kept secret. if anyone knew he was a halfblood…

well, now you did. and in exchange for keeping his secret, you opted to drag him around on what you deemed missions, foolish and rambunctious tasks that led him around the castle or forced him to use his connections to the teachers.

“you are a blithering idiot,” he hissed from where he ducked around a corner with you. you were acting like a imbecile, and forcing him to do the same, as though he were nothing more than a schoolboy.

everytime your shoulder brushed against his he recoiled, his dark eyes flashing with disgust.

you were convinced he could put a stop to peeves, at least temporarily, after all he was head of the class, an ex prefect and a head boy.