Slytherin One-Shots

Tom Riddle x fem!reader

Requested by: Mia on Quotev

Year: 6th

House: Gryffindor

Blood Status: Pureblood

Prompt: Enemies to lovers (imma have it be in Tom Riddle's time and not Harry Potter's)

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(Y/N) POV

"(Y/N)." A voice behind me says. I'd know that voice anywhere.

"Riddle," I answer in the same tone, turning to smirk at the boy behind me. But... boy isn't the right word. Not anymore. Over the holidays, Tom Marvalo Riddle had become a man. "You shouldn't be wandering around at this hour," he says, bored. Almost formally. I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

Tom has always had a stick up his ass. No sense of humor or adventure, always a rule follower, never a rule breaker. Top of every class, Slughorn's pet. Sure he's always been hot, but the way I see it, looks are nothing if you have a personality like a brick wall.

Hell, I'd probably enjoy talking to a brick wall more than I enjoy talking to this prick.

It takes me a second to remember what it is that I'm doing. I look at my surroundings and remember that I am currently in the restricted section of the library, a place I definitely shouldn't be. Neither should he, though. I smirk at him again.

"Are you lost, Tommy? The restricted section doesn't seem to be the place for rule-followers such as yourself," I say, sweetly. Tom glares at me and steps toward me, trapping me against the wall. I swallow, momentarily caught off guard, before I smirk at him again.

I'm scared, though. I won't admit that to anyone but myself.

Tom stands over me. His dark eyes have the flames from my candle dancing in them. He's tall, really tall, and he makes me feel smaller even as I unconsciously shrink against the wall. He leans forward, not breaking eye contact. My heart starts to beat rapidly.

His lips parted, coming closer to my ear.

"I don't have to explain myself to you, (l/n). I won't take any points from you if you leave. Go now, before I change my mind."

He steps away, smirking slightly to himself before settling his face back to the bored, haughty, annoying look it usually is. I step back from the wall, brushing past him on my way out the door. "By the way," he calls, causing me to stop. "Never call me Tommy again."

A slight bit of my usual bravado returns. "But Tommy," I respond, smiling widely at him. "It just suits you so well."

I turn on my heel and leave him standing alone.

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I sneak into my common room and collapse on one of the sofas near the fire. Luckily, it's late enough that people are upstairs asleep. I cradle my head in my hands, trying to think of the events that just unfolded. Why was I so flustered? I tease him all the time, but this time seemed... different.

Yes, I flirted with him, but that doesn't mean anything. The boy hates people who are nice, or flirty. Therefore the best way to get under his skin would be to flirt with the boy. Maybe it's because this time it seemed as if Tom Riddle, the boy who hates everyone and everything, was flirting back.

Yeah, that's it. He was flirting. In his own, weird way.

The thought makes me laugh out loud. The resident rules-optional Gryffindor and the rules-are-life Head Boy prefect Slytherin? I then want to throw myself into the fire, because I realized that I actually enjoyed it. That thought. The idea of me and Tom Riddle of all people.