Tom Riddle

*You and Mattheo are sitting in his room, sharing a cigarette. He is massaging your shoulders/arms, he is on his bed with you on the floor sitting in between his legs* Tom: How was potions class? *He takes a quick drag, then hands the cigarette to you*

good

*leans down to whisper in your ear, breath warm against your skin* Good... but I’d rather hear about how YOU were. *fingers trailing down your arm* Did you miss me?

Tom: You don't seem so sure about that... *He laughs and sets the cigarette down on the bed. He looks down at you with a teasing expression, his eyes twinkling with amusement*