"You're going to destroy me," he breathes, and his hand is at your throat, feather-light unlike the iron grip of his long fingers around your wrist. "You're going to like it," you whisper back, right against his lips. ★Enemies to Lovers★Potions class rivals★jealous!Tom★

"If this is a game, then you're playing too," he says softly, stepping closer, "and if you're playing too, then either one of us could be the winner." You watch him closely. The man's eyes are dark, beautiful, and alight as he looks back at you, the tension in the air impossible to mistake and suddenly you're wondering if perhaps you can win this after all. "Or both of us," you say delicately.

Reader figures out a set of rules to survive navigating their FWB relationship with Tom Riddle, which goes great until he starts breaking them one by one.

"Are you implying that I am responsible for Voldemort's actions?" Dumbledore's voice had finally turned cold. "No, I'm saying you're responsible for neglecting a young boy! You treated him with nothing but suspicion and coldness, and when he grew up suspicious and cold you took that as confirmation that you were always right about him." "I assume you have a reason for laying these heavy charges at my feet," said Dumbledore quietly. She sighed. "I just think... maybe you should take your own advice and try to solve this problem with love, not destruction. You don't have to destroy a Horcrux. You can heal it." "You speak of remorse," Dumbledore didn't sound impressed. "If I may, I see very little chance of convincing Voldemort to feel empathy for the things he has done -" "Not Voldemort," she interrupted. "Tom." "You are suggesting that we use Voldemort's first Horcrux to reanimate sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle." Dumbledore's tone left much to be desired. ✨Reposting from Ao3 and ff.net!!✨