Seeker (Harry Potter Characters X Reader)

Tom Riddle

Requested by: alexa_palan

Y/n's POV

There he goes. Tom Marvalo Riddle. Mister fucking perfect. Head Boy, Captain of the quidditch team, top of all the classes, good looking and a teacher's pet. Oh, what I wouldn't give to break that facade. The same facade that has everyone fooled. Everyone but me.

I was waiting in the library. I help out here in my free time, you see, so I have permission to be here. But I'm waiting for Tom Riddle to wiggle into my trap. I would now be able to expose him for what he truly was, and I could barely contain my excitement.

I was shelving a few books, when I heard the library door creek open. I stayed perfectly still, hoping Tom couldn't hear my breathing or erratically beating heart.

Tom closes the door, and I listen closely. I can hear him walking this way. I silently set the books down, and sneak my way to see what he would be doing between the shelves.

Tom was walking towards the restricted section.

I creeped closer and closer, till I could hear his quiet breaths.

"You're not supposed to be in here," I state, and Tom whips around, wand drawn, a look of sheer rage on his face. But when he sees me, he rolls his eyes and lowers his wand.

"Oh, it's just you," Tom remarks dryly, and continues searching for a book in the restricted section.

"The library's closed. Come back tomorrow," I say, and Tom sighs, ignoring me.

"I'll tell the librarian you were here, and what you were looking for!" I say, trying to sound confident.

"Oh really? What am I looking for?" Tom asks one his usual cool drawl. My eyes land on the first book title I can spot.

"Nicolas Flammel's memoirs," I say, and Tom scoffs.

"Read it. Awfully boring. All the old fart talks about is why immortality is bad for you. And you have no idea what I'm looking for, here, Y/n," Tom says, his eyes not leaving the bookshelf.

"Well, you're still not allowed to be here," I say, crossing my arms.

Tom chuckles. "And who would you tell? No one would believe you. It's your word against mine. And here, my word contains more power and value than yours could ever dream of even brushing against," Tom says, grabbing a book from the shelf.

"Dumbledore will believe me," I say, trying to egg him on.

"One teacher? In a school full of students and teachers who worship me? I doubt Dumbledore will be of any help to you," Tom mocks.

"I don't worship you," I say defiantly.

"Not yet you don't," Tom says with a smirk, and strides out of the library.

I'm breathless from Tom being here, and I don't know why. I feel the urge to follow him, but ignore it. We don't want to know, we don't want to know. Oh, who are we kidding Y/n? Of course we're going to follow him!

Locking up the library, I follow in the direction that I think Tom went in. Up, up, all the way to the seventh floor I follow him.

I have no idea where he went, and I pace the hall back and forth. A doorway is revealed to me, and I push the door open.

Inside of the room, sit five Slytherins, all facing their leader, who appears to be none other than Tom Riddle. All eyes on the room are on me.

"What are you doing here?" Tom asks, sounding annoyed.

I didn't know how to answer, so I probably looked like a blubbering fish, just opening and closing my mouth on a loop.

"Well?" Tom demands.

"I knew something was off about you! I'm going to Dippet!" I say, and before I can leave, Tom's voice stops me.

"Wait."

This caused my feet to stop moving, even though every fiber of my being is screaming at me to run.

"Have a seat," Tom says, gesturing to the couch. My feet move at their own free will, and I am forced to sit down on the couch.

"Welcome to the knights of Walpringus," Tom says with a flourished hand gesture.

Weeks had gone by, and I had been recruited into the Knights. I was the eyes and ears. I would hear snippets of conversation, as no one ever suspected me of anything malicious, and I'd report back to Tom.

But he was right. I eventually did start to worship him. I wanted him to look at me, and only me.

If he smiled, I wanted it to be at me, even if it's something as simple as saying hello to me on the hallways. I wanted to know all his secrets, know everything about him, his thoughts and his dreams.

I want to know everything about Tom fucking perfect Riddle, because like everyone else at Hogwarts, I had grown to worship him.