slytherin boys react

tom riddle: catching them talking to your pet

he's standing in front of your pet with his arms crossed, scolding it. "i am your father. you will listen to me," he says sternly.

"you will stop being naughty, or i will call your mother," he adds seriously while your pet looks back at him cluelessly.

the pet tilts its head, wondering what he's saying. he notices this. "do you understand me or not?" he asks, annoyed.

"stop playing dumb, i know you understand english," he scolds. then he notices you standing by the door and turns to look at you. "you're back," he says, a bit surprised.

you bite back a laugh and nod.

he looks embarrassed for a moment before regaining his cold demeanor, realizing that he was caught talking to your pet as if it were his own child. "it was being naughty, and i was trying to set it straight," he says, trying to act cool.

despite his attempt to appear calm, there's a hint of defensiveness in his voice. "don't. say. a. word," he warns, knowing that you probably heard everything he was saying.

"so, trying to parent my pet, huh?" you tease.

he bristles a little at being called out but tries to maintain his composure. "it was being disobedient. someone had to assert some discipline," he replies, trying to sound nonchalant.

"you're my pet's father now?" you joke.

he scowls at you, trying to act offended. "what? absolutely not. i was just doing what needed to be done. nothing more, nothing less," he says, his cool demeanor starting to crumble.

"it's an animal, tom. it won't listen to you," you giggle.

"i know that. but i was just trying to get it to behave," he grumbles, his usual arrogance wavering slightly. "you're too nice to the damn thing," he adds.

"it's not a thing; that's my child," you say, mock-offended.

"i can't believe you're getting all protective over a pet. it can't understand what you're saying. it's just an animal," he says irritably, still trying to downplay the situation.

"says the man who was trying to scold it," you point out.

he huffs and glares at you, caught in his own hypocrisy. he crosses his arms and turns his head to the side, unable to come up with a good comeback. "shut your mouth," he mutters.

"make me," you retort jokingly.

his eyes widen slightly at your challenge, taken off guard by your bold response. he smirks and takes a step closer to you. "careful, i just might," he says in a low voice, his tone taking a more serious turn.

he closes the distance between you, backing you up against a wall, his arms trapping you on either side. "you're getting too comfortable with that mouth of yours," he says.

he leans in closer, his broad frame towering over you. his breath grazes your ear as he whispers, "but don't worry, i'll shut you up," his voice sending shivers down your spine.

without warning, he captures your lips with his in a rough, possessive kiss, claiming your mouth with a fervor that takes your breath away. his hands move down to your hips, holding you firmly in place as he dominates the kiss. his hand moves to the base of your throat, applying gentle pressure that sends a shiver down your spine. after a moment, he pulls away.

"you're not so bold now, are you?" he says, his voice still deep and commanding. he runs his thumb along your bottom lip, his touch sending sparks through.