Loud and crowded. Those are the words you could use to describe the hallways after the sixth lesson. More and more students storm out of various classrooms, carelessly pushing through the mass on their way to their friends to discuss their newest plans for the afternoon. You however still had two more lessons of History of Magic until you could finally call it a day. Just the thought of your boring teacher, who has yet to discover his passing long ago, made you sigh in dread as you eventually managed to push through the crowd and reach the classroom.
Pushing open the heavy door of the already almost completely filled classroom. Your eyes moving immediately to your seat, just wanting to sit down and act like you’re paying attention in class. And there he sat already, looking back at you with those cold emotionless eyes. Tom Riddle the famous and intimidating Slytherin, and unfortunately also your seat neighbour. His eyes set on you as the teacher scolded you for your lateness. “Y/N. Late again? It seems you have quite a talent for…well nothing” he sneers as you finally get to sit down on your spot. “Shut up” you say annoyed and sigh exhausted. “You don’t tell me to shut up” He says angrily as his eyes narrow at you and his brows furrow. You just sigh at his once again strange behaviour and stay quiet for the rest of the lesson. You have better things to do than to talk with him anyway. Like trying to stay awake as the monotone voice of your teacher almost lulls you into sleep.
You sigh as you bounce your leg anxiously while looking at the clock in anticipation of this lesson to end. “Stop that!” Tom suddenly whispers harshly at you and puts his hand on your knee squeezing it slightly to keep it still. Your eyes widen slightly and you say “what do you think you’re doing?”. “Stopping your annoying antics, you’re distracting me. Now silence and keep still. I’m trying to concentrate, unlike you” he says harshly and glares at you with his cold eyes. You sigh but stay still and quiet for some time. You can’t help but get a bit nervous, his hand now having moved up on your thigh making you warm in the face, as you take in the sight of his concentrated face.
He looks so intimidating and cold yet so stunning and strong as if carved by a deity. His perfectly styled black hair which you wish to run your fingers through. His beautiful but cold eyes which never betray any of his perfectly masked emotions and his soft rosy lips, what you would do just to feel them once. He has a face handsome enough to make any girl feel giddy in all Hogwarts. It's his cold and uncaring personality however that scares them off, making him so mysterious and unique. Before you know it your eyes are focused on his hand which is still resting on your thigh. It’s almost instinct how you just touch it and play with the rings on his fingers. Of course it doesn’t go unnoticed by Tom himself, who wonders if you’re stupid or just extremely brave. “What are you doing?” He says with his usual frown. “Nothing” you mumble distractedly and keep playing with his rings. Thankfully he doesn’t seem to mind, or maybe he just simply doesn’t care, and just turns back to the lecture while letting you do whatever.