Fixation ∣∣ Tom Riddle x Reader [With Images]

Part 4: Interesting Study Session

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Y/N POV

As I wearily pushed open the door to the Slytherin common room, hoping for a brief respite from the day's arduous classes, I was taken aback by an unexpected sight. There, leaning casually against the wall, stood Tom Riddle, the epitome of refined charm and poise in his Slytherin robes.

What in Merlin's beard does he stand like that?
But he looks ravishing...

Before I could even gather my thoughts, his smooth and composed voice broke the silence. "You need to get ready to study with me in the library in 10 minutes."

I just finished my day, and my schedule for today is full to the brim. let me rest for a bit! He should've at least told me in advance he wants to study with me and not just pop up in front of me looking all sexy and great and order me around you freaking prick-

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the audacity of his request. After enduring a gruelling day of lectures and assignments, the mere thought of delving into more studies was far from appealing. Fatigue weighed heavily upon me, and all I yearned for was a moment of rest.

Tom, however, seemed unfazed by my exasperation. With an air of calm assurance, he responded, "Don't complain. Your future will thank you for this sacrifice."

Fuck, did he read my mind or something?

His words sparked a mixture of irritation and curiosity within me. I squinted my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. What made him think he had the authority to dictate my schedule? And yet, there was an undeniable allure to his confidence, a magnetic pull that made me question my initial resistance.

As if sensing my internal struggle, Tom's hand gently patted my shoulder, a gesture that felt strangely intimate. 

What was that for???

His piercing gaze met mine, and he uttered a final command before turning away, leaving me with a lingering sense of intrigue. "Don't waste my time."

Mr Riddle, you bloody appeared in front of me  a moment ago and I am still taking my time processing things-

With that, he left me standing there, and he went to sit on a sofa in the common room. "Time is ticking, Scamander" he spoke with a clear, loud voice.

Bloody hell, this guy looks like an angel but acts quite the opposite, ugh-

I decided to heed Tom Riddle's request and prepare for our study session in the library. After a quick visit to the bathroom to tidy up my hair and freshen my breath, and ventured to my dorm room to fetch some parchment papers and my trusty quill pen set. I sprayed the strawberry-scented perfume that Erika gave to me as a gift.