His Obsession
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pairing: tom riddle x female reader
warnings: somewhat stalking, obsession, possessive, kissing, fluff
summary: you were a new student and you have taken the interest of tom riddle, he decides he wants to know everything about you
a/n: i'm a sucker for obsessive tom, what can i say
song: we belong together - ritchie valens
Tom Riddle. A name that brought fear to most students. He was powerful, and had intelligence that the professors admired. He excelled in all of his classes with flying colors.
He knows most things about all the people in his year, and a good amount of stuff about the students in higher and lower years as well.
So it was a bit of a shock when he saw you stroll into the great hall. Headmaster Dippet had called you up to the stool to be sorted into your house.
After a short while, the hat called out Slytherin. He couldn't be more grateful, seeing as how you were a sight for sore eyes. Many people must agree seeing as there were many others that seemed to be checking you out.
He quietly observed all of your movements from where he was sitting, trying his best to read you.
His 'friends' noticed his almost zoned out gaze and called his name. His attention was brought back in front of him as he looked at his followers with an annoyed expression.
The day was over as quick as it started. The next day, he noticed you were in most of his classes, allowing him to study you more. He had his followers do research on you and your family's background. He had them around the castle to keep an eye on you.
He felt a sort of pull towards you, he wanted to know everything about you.
In the potions class, he saw you sat in the back. Normally he would sit in the front of his classes, but he took the seat next to you today.
"Hi," you greet with a nod, looking at him take out a quill.
"Hello, I'm Tom RIddle," says, voice like silk.
"Y/n," you smile at him.
"What brings you to Hogwarts?"
"My family moved, I used to go to Beauxbatons," you explain. He hums and turns his attention to the professor.
Since then, you have become almost friends. He began to tutor you for potions, the one class you did not have an outstanding in. You still had high marks for that class, but you wanted to try and get all O's.
He had taken a great liking to you.
He most likely wouldn't admit his feelings, he thought it was impossible for him to feel such things because of him being conceived under a love potion. Yet, you come along and prove him wrong.
He wasn't really one for public affection, but he was different in private.
Even though he didn't necessarily do things such as holding your hand, or having an arm around your shoulder, people would say he was obsessed with you. His eyes and attention were wherever you were.
There was something about you that was so ethereal to him.
Whenever someone looked at you for too long, or in a bad way, he dealt with them when you were somewhere else in the castle.
Today was the day of your date with him. He had finally decided to ask you to accompany him on a 'picnic' as you called it. He said it was just a meal outside but you discarded that.
He used his wandless and non-verbal magic to quickly set up the secluded area as you got ready.
A bit later you met him there and couldn't stop a bright smile from forming. He loved your smile, it was one of his favorite things about you. He would always find a way to make you smile, and if you weren't with him, he already had it engraved in his mind for him to imagine.
"Hello, y/n. You look lovely, as always," he greets you kissing your hand.
"Tom," you blush and avert your eyes. "I think you look dashing as well," you smile and pat his chest.
"Well, come sit," he says as he goes to sit in the spot set up. It has a beautiful view of the mountains and the Black Lake.
"This view is stunning," your eyes shine, taking in the phenomenal scene in front of you.
"Mine is too," he says gazing at you.
"My goodness Tom, stop with your flattery," you laugh covering your face to hide your even more reddened cheeks.
"I am only speaking the truth," he replies, bringing his hands to your wrists and pulling your hands from your face.
"You are the most exquisite person I've met," you pat his cheek.
"I know," he grins. You roll your eyes and go to resort, when you felt his lips on yours.
You recover from the temporary shock and kiss back. You had fancied him for some time now. You knew he was different with you, but never would you have thought he would return your feelings. No kisses have ever felt this intimate before, the way he kissed you was as if he was trying to show you how much he cared for you.
You had to pull back for some air after a minute.
"Tom," you mutter as he looks at your swollen lips and jovial face. This is, in fact, his first kiss. He has never felt an attraction to any other person before. On top of that, he was always so focused on his education and plans for the future.
"Y/n," he breathes out.
"What was that for," you whisper playfully.
"For you being perfect," he whispers kissing you again. When you two break apart, he asks you to go to hogsmeade with him. To which you replied with, "I would be a fool to ever turn you down, Tom," as you look at him with such love that had his heart beating so fast he thought he would have a heart attack.
