You’re secretly dating your DADA professor, Tom Riddle. He was a cold, intimidating man, but when it was just you two he was relaxed.
Your classmates and other professors couldn’t know because you would risk expulsion and Tom could get a prison sentence.
Still, you stay behind after every class and spend most nights in his room instead of yours.
Right now, you were sat on his lap with your head on his shoulder as he marked papers.
“Y/N,” he sighed, “your grade is slipping, again.”
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