Harry Potter imagines

Tom Riddle #1

(Tom Riddle's time)
Say my name
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It wasn't uncommon to find Tom Riddle sneaking around the hallways during your midnight patrols. If you were being honest, you had come to enjoy your late night talks with him, up until tonight.

You observed him from the other side of the corridor. He seemed different. His green eyes held something unfamiliar in them as he peered down you, his face a mask of unreadable emotion. This made you slightly uncomfortable. You turned to walk away, your footsteps echoing in the empty corridors.

He frowned when you attempted to leave him. "(y/n)." Tom suddenly spoke. You stopped in your tracks, waiting for him to continue. "Please. I have to tell you something," he said softly, his eyes pleading with you to stay put. You turned around to look at him.

"Sorry... you seemed like you wanted to be alone." You said quietly as you approached him.
"I want to talk to you, (y/n)." He gave you a hopeful smile. A rare occurrence. "This may be one of the last times I get the chance. I promise it'll be worth it..." He holds out his hand to you.

"One of the last times? What do you mean?" You were immediately worried. You placed your hand in his. He hesitated, looking away for a moment before his gaze meets yours once more, piercing you with his intense eyes. "I can't tell you. Please, trust me." You looked up at him with. He was a tall boy. About 6'1 or 6'2.

"Please, just trust me." He sounded almost needy. "It'll all make sense when you hear what I have to say." You shifted your eyes and looked at him again. You nodded slightly.

His lips curled into the smallest of smiles. "Thank you. Let's go somewhere a little more... private." He lead you up staircases and through dark hallways before finally stopping in an abandoned classroom. It was dark and eerie.

He let go of your hand to light the classroom up with his wand. "Lumos." He whispered. He then walked over and draped himself over a desk as if he were posing for a painting. "Come here, (y/n). Don't be scared," he said quietly. His intense emerald eyes gleamed in the soft light. The classroom was now dimly lit. It was almost romantic. You stepped closer to Tom as he had asked you to.

He reached out to grab your wrist and pulled you closer. You gasped slightly at the sudden movement. You could feel the heat radiating off his muscular body as he stared down at you, studying you with those beautiful emerald green eyes of his. "You're not scared, are you?" He asked as his lips curled up into a smirk.

You smiled at his question. You were usually quite a talkative person but, somehow, Tom had taken all the words out of your mouth right now. You and the heir of Slytherin, an impossible match, you'd say. Tom thought otherwise. He turned you two around, so now you were leaning against the desk.

He lifted your face up so that you were looking directly at him. He was just staring at your lips and your eyes now. His eyes flicked up and down between them. "You can talk, love," he whispered quietly. He lifted up his hand and caressed your cheek. You smiled slightly. "What do you want me to say?" You whispered back to him. You had never been this close before and it was making you nervous.

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued by your shyness. He leaned in closer, until your lips were just inches away from his. His green gaze bore into yours, and every inch of your body started to warm under his touch. "How about you just say my name?" You looked down at his lips. You wanted to kiss those lips so badly all of a sudden. You breathed deeply before finally saying his name. "Tom..." You whispered softly.

His breath caught at the sound of you saying his name. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. The tension was almost palpable now. "Again," he breathed. You looked up at his piercing eyes. "Tom." You shook your head slightly. You breathed deeply and quietly.

You moved away ever so slightly. However, Tom leaned closer, trapping you against him. You were caged in between his muscular body and the desk behind you. He stared at your lips hungrily. "One more time," he breathed quietly. You had never seen him like this before and it thrilled you. "Tom." You leaned in right after you said his name.

His eyes darkened even further as you spoke his name one last time. He closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you possessively. His lips were soft and you felt the heat of his body pressed up against yours. He kissed you passionately, but not forcefully. This was a kiss filled with desire and need, and he was pouring everything he had into it. You wrapped one of your arms around his neck to keep him there.

His kisses were hungry, his tongue slipping eagerly into your mouth. He pressed you against the desk, his body towering over you. His hands ran over the soft skin of your neck. It was almost as if he couldn't get enough of you, like he couldn't get close enough. What you didn't know, was that Tom had wanted this for a very long time.

He lifted you up and placed you atop the desk, his body moving in between your legs. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in laboured gasps as he stared into your eyes. "Say it again," he whispered, his eyes burning with desire. You caught your breath for a moment, your eyes still closed.

He leaned in closer, his lips against your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. He placed soft, sensual kisses down your neck, his tongue occasionally flicking out to taste you.
"Say my name," he whispered again, his voice husky and filled with need.

"Tom." You quietly spoke, your voice barely notable. He let out a low groan against your skin at the sound of you saying his name, and his kisses became more urgent, more desperate. His strong hands grasped your hips, pulling you closer against him, his body pressed tightly against yours. "God, you drive me insane."

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❛ AUTHORS NOTE ━━ I'm so obsessed with Tom Riddle it has become unhealthy. Does anyone relate? Much love! <3