Ophelia ━━ tom riddle ✓

008. | you look lonely, i can fix that.

        November had dragged the freezing cold into the air and Ophelia couldn't have been happier. The blazing heat of Scotland had slowly begun to get to her head, it was refreshing to walk outside without burning. Amira Lestrange couldn't disagree anymore, "It's bloody freezing, why is quidditch season held during the colder months of the year?" Lestrange rambled on and on.

     Ophelia decided to attend the first quidditch match of the season with her dear friend and Jasper Parker, despite her not having an interest in the sport.

    Jasper Parker was Ravenclaw and a half-blood in his seventh year, he was sweet, cute, and polite. Ophelia had decided to follow up on Amira's advice on bringing someone with her to the match when she saw him, hoping it would distract her from her feelings for a certain teacher. 

    The crowd that had shown up was much larger than Ophelia expected, she was pretty sure almost the entire school was in the stands. Many wore green and some wore red, showing which houses they supported but what caught her eye was the tall, brooding Hogwarts Professor. Tom Riddle stood in all his sinful glory with a small Slytherin flag. The sight brought a small smile to Ophelia's face, despite how awkward things had been between them. "I can't believe Professor Riddle came..." Amira trailed off with a weary voice.

     The witch's tone made Ophelia scrunch her eyebrows in confusion but it quickly left as the match had begun.

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        Throughout the game, Ophelia attempted to make small talk with Jasper but failed miserably. It was as though she was invisible. She supposed chivalry truly was dead. And so, bored out of her mind and slightly angry from being ignored. Ophelia left the match and found herself in the deserted library, feeling very lonely. With a small sigh, she began to skim across the many book titles on the ancient shelves. 

     "Alone, once again, Ophelia," his sulky voice caused Ophelia to flinch, dropping the book in her hand.

    "Professor," Ophelia whispered. He was leaning against the mahogany bookshelf with an amused expression. Suddenly, he began to walk closer to her, causing Ophelia to take a step backward.

    "Call me, Tom," he said as he continued to step towards her. Eventually, he had trapped her between another shelf and himself infront of her.

    "That seems inappropriate," Ophelia gulped and attempted to secretly look for an escape, despite her body screaming at her to stay.

    "You say that as though you don't fall asleep dreaming of me, doing⎯ well, activities which would be deemed, inappropriate," Tom smirked and pushed himself closer to her, leaving them chest to chest.

   With another cruel grin, Tom stepped away from Ophelia, giving her room to breathe.

   "Why are you here and not with your little, boyfriend?" he spat the last word out like it was venom.

   "He's not my boyfriend," Ophelia quickly answered and shrugged.

    "Why so sad?" Riddle tilted his head to the side and cupped Ophelia's cheek as though it was nothing.

     Ophelia felt her heart begin to do summersaults, she almost thought it was going to implode.

   "Tired of being ignored," she whispered an answer and let her eyes travel down to his lips.

     "Well, you do look lonely," Tom began,

       "I can fix that."