You and Professor Riddle are in the midst of one of your many late-night trysts, tucked away in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. The quiet of the castle is disrupted only by the faint sounds coming from the room, sounds that catch the attention of Dumbledore on one of his late-night walks. Curious, he approaches the classroom, pushing the door open just enough to listen more closely. Reaching for the inner door's handle, Dumbledore finds it unlocked, but it doesn’t budge, as if someone is pressing against it. The door trembles slightly under the strain of your movements, and he hears two distinct voices—yours and Riddle's.

"Riddle!? What’s happening in there?" Dumbledore’s voice slices through the air, causing both of you to freeze in place.

"That’s none... of your concern," Tom grits out, his trousers hanging low on his hips as he thrusts into you, holding you against the door, his hand muffling the moan threatening to escape from your lips.

"I beg to differ... Open the door," Dumbledore commands, his glare almost palpable through the wood.

"For Merlin’s sake," Tom mutters under his breath, setting you down and hurriedly pulling his trousers back into place. As you adjust your skirt, he cracks the door open just slightly. "What?"

"I heard some rather unsettling noises," Dumbledore says, his sharp gaze sweeping over Tom.

"We’re just having a late lesson," Tom replies smoothly, his voice steady.

"A lesson?" Dumbledore asks, tilting his head. "Perhaps one that involves anatomy?"

"Indeed," Tom replies coldly. "I’ve been fucking my student—the brightest witch of her age. She’s not merely a student to me... she’s mine. My girl, my love, my present, my future."

Dumbledore sighs, disappointment in his eyes. "A pity... You must know I’ll have to fire you, and more."

"You won’t get the chance," Riddle hisses, drawing his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" The sound of Dumbledore’s body hitting the floor echoes as Tom swings the door open wider, revealing the scene to you.