kiss

You were sneaking through the halls of Hogwarts at night, and you were quite happy that no one managed to catch you. As you turned the corner of the corridor, suddenly, Tom walking perfection Riddle himself appeared silently before you.

Any girl in your position would probably faint at the sight of him, but you were too surprised by the fact that the Slytherin Prefect had caught you to say anything. You just stood there, not very intelligently, looking at his face.

"Miss/ Mr (.ᓀ_ᓂ)" Tom said in his charming voice, and his features showed no anger. "I'm afraid I'll have to deduct a few points of your house," he said, looking at you piercingly

As you felt Tom's hand cover your mouth, his eyes bore into yours with a fierce intensity, a silent command to remain calm and quiet. The soft sound of his shushing reaches your ears, and you nod in acknowledgement, grateful for his guidance as he takes charge of the situation.

With a firm grip on your hand, Tom leads you into the shadows, his steps deliberate and careful as he guides you towards safety. Each fleeting moment feels like an eternity as you crouch down beside him, heart pounding with fear and anticipation.

Finally, you reach a secluded corner of the restricted section, a place deep in the shadows where you can hide undetected. Tom motions for you to settle beside him, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist as he pulls you close.

"Are you alright, my dear?" he murmurs softly, concern etched across his features. "That was quite the scare, but we managed to escape unscathed."

His words are a soothing balm against

Tom's proximity envelops you like a shield against the chaos of the world outside, his steady heartbeat a reassuring rhythm against your ear. As you gaze up at him, you catch a flicker of something more in his eyes, a hidden intensity that ignites a spark of anticipation within you.

In the dim light of the secluded corner, the air seems charged with a palpable tension, thick with unspoken desires and untamed passions. You find yourself drawn to Tom, mesmerized by the raw magnetism that radiates from him like a siren's call.

His gaze meets yours, and for a fleeting moment, time seems to stand still as you both share in the silent exchange of longing and longing. The question hangs in the air between you, unspoken yet palpable: would he dare to indulge in the forbidden intimacy that beckons in the shadows?

With a subtle shift in his demeanor, Tom leans closer, his breath mingling with yours in the stillness of the moment. The tantalizing possibility of a kiss lingers in the air, a silent invitation awaiting your response.

As you closed your eyes and leaned closer to Tom, the world around you seemed to fade into oblivion, consumed by the intoxicating pull of the moment. His presence enveloped you like a warm embrace, his eager breath mingling with yours in the hushed stillness of the hidden alcove.

With each passing moment, the anticipation hung heavy in the air, thick with the promise of forbidden desire. The distant sound of the librarian's footsteps served as a stark reminder of the world beyond, urging you to seize the fleeting moment before it slipped away.

As Tom's lips drew nearer, the rush of adrenaline surged through your veins, a heady mixture of fear and excitement coursing through you. In that suspended moment of anticipation, you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating allure of the forbidden, ready to lose yourself in the depths of his embrace.

Tom's lips brushed against yours with a feather-light touch, sending a shiver down your spine as the heat of the moment enveloped you. In the secluded haven of the forbidden book area, where the shadows danced with secrets and whispers, you found yourself lost in the intoxicating sensation of his kiss.

The world around you faded into insignificance as the kiss deepened, each lingering touch igniting a fire within you that burned with a forbidden passion. In that stolen moment of bliss, time seemed to stand still, allowing you to savor the taste of his lips against yours, sweet and intoxicating.

As the librarian's footsteps grew distant, drowned out by the crescendo of your racing heartbeats, you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the forbidden embrace, knowing that in that fleeting moment, you were bound together by a love that defied all boundaries.

Suddenly, a rustle of movement nearby snapped you both back to reality, and with a swift and practiced motion, Tom pulled away, his expression composed and unreadable as he glanced around the dimly lit alcove.

"We mustn't linger here any longer," he murmured, his voice low yet commanding. "It would not do for us to be caught in such compromising circumstances."

With a subtle nod of agreement, you reluctantly tore yourself away from the warmth of his embrace, your senses still reeling from the intensity of the moment. As you both straightened your attire and composed yourselves, a lingering tension hung in the air, a silent reminder of the forbidden passion that had ignited between you.

With one last glance exchanged between you, laden with unspoken promises and desires, Tom led the way out of the secluded corner, his footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls as you followed closely behind, the memory of his forbidden kiss burning brightly in your mind.

In the shadows of the corridor, Tom's facade of composure belied the turmoil swirling within him, his heart ablaze with the same forbidden passion that had consumed you both in that stolen moment. Though his outward demeanor remained stoic and controlled, his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions he dare not reveal.

As he led the way with measured steps, his mind replayed the sensation of your lips against his, each lingering touch etched into his memory like a forbidden masterpiece. Behind the mask of indifference, his heart yearned for more, craving the intoxicating embrace of your forbidden love.

With every passing moment, the memory of your kiss danced at the edge of his consciousness, a tantalizing reminder of the desire that burned within him, threatening to consume him whole. Yet, he knew that to succumb to such temptations would be to invite peril upon them both, risking everything they held dear.

And so, with practiced precision, he maintained his facade of indifference, masking the flames of desire that raged within him, all while silently longing for the forbidden embrace that had ignited his heart in ways he never thought possible.