Professor Riddle

Tension

There are so many people I could talk to. But none of them would understand. They would all see me as disgusting. Just because there's a lot between me and Tom that no one else knows.

If they knew, maybe they would understand.

Me and Tom go way back. It is like a whole childhood friends to lovers. However, with an extra bump in the road because he is now my professor. I've known Tom for too long for there to not be some tension between us.

The tension is mainly sexual between us.

There's not a lot of other stuff between us.

It's not like we can do much else together. It would make things too public and obvious. Then we would be in major trouble together.

I saw him staring at the end of breakfast. He seemed glad. Not exactly happy or smiling. But there was definitely some positive emotion on his face. I don't know whether it was just because I was sat with other people or that I was just there. It could of been either.

The day has kind of gone slowly. I've only seen Tom once at breakfast then not again since. I'm in my last class of the day. Luckily, they was no seating plan so I can sit away from my usual Slytherin friends. There's only one other person I know in this class. She's from Ravenclaw and sort of part of the Marauders, Pandora Lovegood. I sit with her in the back.

Pandora is part of a very select few students. Such a sweet and innocent soul. Knows a lot about more complex spells and potions. She is also very knowledgeable when it comes to different types of magical creatures. Especially, the more peculiar ones. It's quite interesting. We spend the whole lesson talking about said peculiar creatures. I'm fascinated by them. I don't think we actually do any work but it's not like the professor particularly cares. He has just told us to read the page of the textbook.

I walk into Tom's classroom at the end of the day. I can see him in his office and hear arguing. Then I see it. They're going at it again. Mattheo and Tom. I can see them not only arguing but physically fighting. I don't really want to see it as I know part of the problem is me.

Now there's some physical, anger tension.

Why is there so much tension around me at all times? It's impossible to escape. I hate it. Besides my tension with Tom. That's the only one I like.

I'm thinking about leaving and coming back when the arguments over but Mattheo is at the office door shouting at me. "Oi slut! Come control your man. He's insane."