Love & Potions: A Tom Riddle X Reader Story | Fifth year part 1

Chapter 6: Boy Trouble

You sneak your way back up to your dorm, a smile plastered on your face, still shocked and reeling from Tom's hug. He had hugged you of his own volition and you could still feel it. The tight way he'd held you to him, how sharp his chin had felt on your head. The way he'd called you his friend. He had squashed you against him and even minutes later, you could still feel how it felt to have his arms around you. You let yourself into your dorm quietly.

Today had been an emotional rollercoaster but it had ended on such a fun high. As you put your bag on the floor, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror and realise you're still wearing Tom's hoodie. You smile at it and lift the front of it up to your nose intrigued by the smell of it. You've never worn a boys hoodie before. The smell is strong, thick with a woody, spicy, peppery cologne.

But you could also smell other scents on it: the strong scent of whisky and the lingering smell of a bonfire and cigarettes. The overall aroma is a strong, masculine scent and you can't imagine a scent that describes Tom more perfectly than how this hoodie smells right now. The bonfire smell makes you a little curious as you wonder when he's been near a fire but you push it from your mind as you know the seventh year Slytherin boys are always up to something they shouldn't be.

You look at the size of it on you in the mirror and laugh at how ridiculous you look, that this is how you have looked for the past hour or so. You had to roll the sleeves up nearly three times just to keep them on your hands and the bottom of the hoodie hangs past your bum. You knew Tom was quite tall but you didn't realise just how much taller and how different his clothes must be to your own. 

Even though this hoodie was big on him, it's like a dress on you. You give it one last little smile before you take it off and hang it on the back of your chair, reminding yourself to give it back to him tomorrow or on Wednesday at your study session in the library at the latest if you can't find him tomorrow. A part of you wants to wear it for longer but you don't want to risk spilling anything on it like tooth paste or a hot drink.

You pack your bag and lay out your uniform for the morning and the whole time your mind is just filled with memories of tonight with Tom. How angry he had been with you when he had first arrived to collect you from the pub but how it had evolved into a fun night. The way his jaw had clenched angrily at you but also how you could also see worry in his eyes and the slight glimmer of relief on his face when you'd both reached the castle again, safe and sound.

There was also the adrenaline you'd felt laughing and running with him from Filch (a core memory in the making) you had felt it as you ran beside him watching him grin, your hand in his as you sprinted down the corridors away from certain to detention if you'd been caught.

You head into the bathroom getting ready for bed, your mind flashes back to the cupboard. The intensity of the emotions you felt in there. How even in the half dark, you could see how intensely Tom had watched you, his nose almost touching yours. You had begged your own mind and body to not betray the small crush you had on him to him and you hoped he only thought you were breathing like that in the cupboard because you were nervous of getting caught. You swore you saw a...strange look in his eyes but you shoved the thought away, putting it down to fear of being caught by Filch.

He definitely wasn't looking at me like he wanted to kiss me... No...that's just your own wishful thinking Y/N. No he was just scared, scared of being caught up to no good as Head Boy...you think to yourself.

But it felt so intense, having him so close. His tall body leaning over yours, almost trapping you against the wall. His hand flat against the wall, next to your head keeping him balanced. His face watching yours intently whilst he strained to listen to every noise of Filch. The very memory making you blush and look down, embarrassed at how much you wished he'd kissed you in that cupboard.